Hey Mister
Juice WRLD & Ski Mask The Slump God Lyrics


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Hey, mister (Mister), I might give a Glock to my sister (To my sister)
'Cause it's a dirty world, you could get hurt (You can get hurt, huh)
Told her enemies to kiss my keister (Huh, my keister)
Hey, mister (Hey, mister, huh, huh), hey, mister (Mister, huh)
I might give a Glock to my sister (To my what? Huh)
It's a dirty world, you could get hurt (You could get hurt, huh)
Told her enemies to kiss my keister (Kiss my keister)
Hey, mister (Hey, mister)

Hey, mister (Mister)
Yeah, bustin' at these bitches like a blister (Huh)
TSA her any day, I frisk her
Sippin' on this lean until my lips hurt, ow, my liver
Know your pockets hurt, yeah
Renegade, I'm 'bout my currency
You'll get a fist serve, yeah
Balenciaga sock on me all green like the Grinch, sir, yeah
Your diamonds hurricane cloudy, they might need a rinse sir, huh
When I attack her, my dick like a sword, I'ma fence her
Warm up my dick, bench her
Call her my dear, Prancer
When she call my phone, no answer
I'ma dip on the bitch like ranch, sir
Spread the positivity like cancer
Tryna kill my spirits, they can't, sir
Dress retro like a lancer (Ayy, ayy)
Like Spongebob, bitch, my lips hurt

Hey, mister (Mister), I might give a Glock to my sister (To my, to my)
'Cause it's a dirty world, you could get hurt (Water, you could get hurt)
Told her enemies to kiss my keister (Kiss my keister)
Hey, mister (Hey, mister)
Hey, mister, mister, I might give a Glock to my sister
It's a dirty world, you could get hurt
Told her enemies to kiss my keister
Mister
Hey, mister





Wake up Henry
Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch

Overall Meaning

The song "Hey Mister" by Juice WRLD & Ski Mask The Slump God is a trap-influenced rap track that explores themes of street life, protection, and asserting dominance. The lyrics convey a sense of defiance and toughness in the face of a dangerous world. The artists express their willingness to arm their loved ones, such as giving a Glock handgun to their sister, in order to protect them from the harsh realities of their environment.


They acknowledge that the world is dirty and filled with potential danger, urging their enemies to back off and showing a level of confidence and fearlessness. The repeated phrases "told her enemies to kiss my keister" and "hey mister" are both confrontational and dismissive, asserting their power and establishing boundaries.


The artists also use wordplay and clever metaphors throughout the song. They reference their knack for battling and defeating opponents, comparing their offensive skills to a blister or a sword. The mention of sipping lean, a popular recreational drug, and the acknowledgment of the potential harm it may cause to their liver adds another layer of authenticity to their portrayal of the street lifestyle.


Overall, "Hey Mister" is a gritty and boastful track that showcases the artists' confidence, toughness, and willingness to protect their loved ones in a dangerous world.


Line by Line Meaning

Hey, mister (Mister), I might give a Glock to my sister (To my sister)
Addressing the listener as 'mister,' the singer contemplates the idea of arming his sister with a firearm for protection in a dangerous world.


'Cause it's a dirty world, you could get hurt (You can get hurt, huh)
Highlighting the hazardous nature of the world, the singer emphasizes the potential harm one can encounter.


Told her enemies to kiss my keister (Huh, my keister)
Asserting dominance, the singer proudly informs his adversaries to show their submission by kissing his rear end.


Hey, mister (Hey, mister, huh, huh), hey, mister (Mister, huh)
Repeating the address to 'mister,' the artist emphasizes the need for attention and acknowledgement.


I might give a Glock to my sister (To my what? Huh)
Reiterating his consideration of arming his sister, the artist emphasizes the potential significance of this decision.


It's a dirty world, you could get hurt (You could get hurt, huh)
Once again, the singer underscores the dangerous nature of the world, reinforcing the need for caution.


Told her enemies to kiss my keister (Kiss my keister)
Reiterating his earlier statement, the singer reaffirms his demand for his enemies to submit and show respect.


Hey, mister (Hey, mister)
Repeating the address to 'mister,' the artist brings the focus back to the listener, seeking their attention.


Yeah, bustin' at these bitches like a blister (Huh)
Describing his aggressive attitude towards women, the artist compares his actions to the pain caused by a blister.


TSA her any day, I frisk her
Echoing the procedures of airport security, the artist implies that he thoroughly searches and examines women, perhaps metaphorically.


Sippin' on this lean until my lips hurt, ow, my liver
Indicating his consumption of lean, a combination of cough syrup and soda, the singer references the physical pain he experiences in his lips and liver as a result.


Know your pockets hurt, yeah
Asserting his superior financial status, the artist suggests that others feel financial strain in comparison.


Renegade, I'm 'bout my currency
Identifying himself as a renegade, the singer emphasizes his focus and dedication to earning money.


You'll get a fist serve, yeah
Warning others that they will receive punches as a form of retaliation or defense.


Balenciaga sock on me all green like the Grinch, sir, yeah
Boasting about his wealth and fashion, the singer mentions wearing expensive green Balenciaga socks, reminiscent of the Grinch character.


Your diamonds hurricane cloudy, they might need a rinse sir, huh
Critiquing the cloudy appearance of someone's diamond jewelry, the artist implies that it might require cleaning.


When I attack her, my dick like a sword, I'ma fence her
Using vivid imagery, the artist compares his sexual prowess to a sword, suggesting his ability to conquer and protect.


Warm up my dick, bench her
Referring to sexual activity, the singer desires to engage physically with his partner, indicating a desire to satisfy.


Call her my dear, Prancer
Expressing a term of endearment, the singer refers to his partner as 'dear' and playfully associates her with the reindeer Prancer from Christmas folklore.


When she call my phone, no answer
Asserting his power and emotional detachment, the artist implies that he will ignore his partner's calls.


I'ma dip on the bitch like ranch, sir
Using a colloquial expression, the artist suggests that he will abruptly leave his partner, comparing his actions to dipping food in ranch dressing.


Spread the positivity like cancer
Ironically, the artist uses a metaphor to indicate that he spreads positivity, even though cancer is generally associated with negativity.


Tryna kill my spirits, they can't, sir
Asserting his resilience, the singer states that his detractors or challenges cannot succeed in destroying his motivation or enthusiasm.


Dress retro like a lancer (Ayy, ayy)
Referring to his fashion choices, the artist alludes to dressing in a retro style similar to that of a lancer, a type of soldier or cavalryman from medieval times.


Like Spongebob, bitch, my lips hurt
Drawing a humorous comparison, the singer likens his lip pain to that of SpongeBob SquarePants, a cartoon character known for expressing discomfort.


Wake up Henry
Addressing someone named Henry, the singer commands them to awaken, potentially as an expression of annoyance or urgency.


Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch
Acknowledging the presence of DJ Scheme, the singer addresses the listeners, using a derogatory term to refer to an unspecified individual.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Stokeley Goulbourne, Henry Daher

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[Intro: Juice WRLD & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Ayy (Huh), water (Evil Twins)
It's the Evil Twins (Bitch), with water

[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God, Juice WRLD & Both]
Hey, mister (Mister), I might give a Glock to my sister (To my sister)
'Cause it's a dirty world, you could get hurt (You can get hurt, huh)
Told her enemies to kiss my keister (Huh, my keister)
Hey, mister (Hey, mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, mister (Mister, huh)
I might give a Glock to my sister (I might give a Glock to my, to my what? Huh)
It's a dirty world, you could get hurt (It's a dirty world, you could, you could get hurt, huh)
Told her enemies to kiss my keister (Kiss my keister, kiss my motherfuckin' ass, bitch)
Hey, mister (Hey, mister)
(Ha, yeah)

[Verse 1: Ski Mask the Slump God & Juice WRLD]
Hey, mister (Mister)
Yeah, bustin' at these bitches like a blister (Grra-grra-grra)
TSA her any day, I frisk her (Frisk her)
Sippin' on this lean until my lips hurt ('Til my lips hurt)
Ow, my liver (Ow, my liver)
Know your pockets hurt (Uh, uh), yuh
Renegade, I'm 'bout my currency (Uh, uh)
You'll get a fist, sir (Uh, uh), yuh
Balenciaga sock on me all green like the Grinch, sir (Yeah, yeah), yuh
Your diamonds hurricane cloudy, they might need a rinse sir (Uh-huh), huh
When I attack her, my dick like a sword, I'ma fence her (Yeah)
Warm up my dick (Yeah), bench her
Call her my dear (Uh), Prancer
When she call my phone (Uh), no answer
I'ma dip on the bitch like ranch, sir (Uh-huh)
Spread the positivity like cancer (Uh)
Tryna kill my spirits (Uh-huh), they can't, sir
Dress retro like a lancer (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy)
Like Spongebob, bitch, my legs hurt

[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God, Juice WRLD & Both]
Hey, mister (Hey, mister), I might give a Glock to my sister (To my, to my)
'Cause it's a dirty world, you could get hurt (Water, you could get hurt)
Told her enemies to kiss my keister (Kiss my keister, kiss my motherfuckin' ass, ha)
Hey, mister (Hey, mister)
Hey, mister (Mister), I might give a Glock to my sister (To my sister)
It's a dirty world, you could get hurt (You could get hurt)
(Water my wrist, water my wrist)
Told her enemies to kiss my keister
(Had to snap on that ho, ya dig)
Mister, hey, mister (Woah, Evil Twins)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Water my wrist, water my bitch (Huh)
Hunnid round drum on the bottom of the clip (Uh-huh)
All these niggas my sons, I ball (Uh-huh)
And when I shoot my shot, I cannot miss (Gang)
Make a fuck nigga panic (Uh)
Shoot him like an episode, no manic (Grra-grra)
Not from this planet, Planet Namek (Yeah)
Came to Earth just to put dick in your aunty (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped a hoochie, pass this shit on, ya
Hate on me, you can suck my balls (Uh)
I said this before in another song (Uh)
You broke as a bitch and that's all your fault (Yeah)
Triple 9 my shit, this ain't no call
Play tag with the guns, nigga, don't get caught
Shots fire yo' ass, my gun a boss
Suck my dick through Versace draws
It's just me and Ski
I'm off the Perkys while he ski (Yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, no ICEE (Yeah)
These niggas washed up like Ice-T (Yeah)
Off a Tesla, I'm geeked
I ain't been sleep in, like, a week (Geek)
Big money on me
Like a hunnid on me
Tryna take it from me
You'll be runnin' from me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Juice WRLD & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Hey Mister (Mister)
Tried to shoot at ya, but I missed ya (But I missed ya)
Now I gotta aim it at your sister (I'ma hit her)
What your peoples tell you about gettin' your fam involved? (Uh)
You got a funeral next week
Guess what, nigga? (Ayy, ayy) That's your fucking fault

[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God, Juice WRLD & Both]
Hey, mister (Mister, ayy, ayy), I might give a Glock to my sister (To my sister, uh, uh)
'Cause it's a dirty world, you could get hurt (You could get hurt, it's a dirty motherfuckin' world)
Told her enemies to kiss my keister (My keister)
Told my enemies to kiss my keister (Kiss my motherfuckin' ass)
Hey, mister (Hey, mister)
Hey Mister (Mister), I might give a Glock to my sister (To my motherfuckin')
It's a dirty world, you could get hurt (Motherfuckin')
Told her enemies to kiss my keister
Told my enemies to kiss my keister (Kiss my motherfuckin' ass)
Mister, hey, mister

[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Kiss my keister, and take shots out this heater
Grra



All comments from YouTube:

Raiz ZZZ

Listened to this song everyday for 3 months straight. Juice litterally killed this beat. Idk why this wasnt the one dj scheme made official. Juices back vocals while ski is singing are also hella clean.

dOodLeBuG!

Yeah clearance non existent

999LLJW

Ikr the label is so fked up, theres so many good songs that would go viral if they were officially released.
But they tend to drop the ones where people see juice as an always sad artist while he has so many unreleased bangers like these!

匚卂💲乇ㄚ

Juice with the GRAHH adlibs in the background 😂🔥

Raiz ZZZ

@匚卂💲乇ㄚ fasho juices Adlibs went hard in the song. But we already know no matter what juice is doing for the song it's always 🔥

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Noah Fondren

Juice’s range in his voice just adds so much depth to the song. Love Ski on it but Juice just added so much to it

DB06 Stop-Motion

Hi

Enes

@DB06 Stop-Motion Hi

Ethan Yasensky

yea he added a lot, he was a huge layer of the song

Jxrdy Shakur

This is jus proof that Juice was truly on another level compared to rest of his peers, unbelievably talented

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