Got the Juice
2:55 on the clock
Got my Glock
Now your shot
Bop, bop, bop (bop, bop, bop)
Now your shot
Smoke no pot
Frick the opps
On my block
She got shot
With no socks
By a fox
Now they talk
Drinkin' all the milk, soy (soy, soy, soy, soy)
Jahseh Onfroy (froy, froy, froy, froy)
Just copped a check boy
Stay in check boy
Just copped a check boy
Stay in check boy
We in the streets, but we don't rep no Blood
This ice on my wrist, it's not a Roley, I 'ain't got no funds
Indeed we got the pack, not no strap, or that contraband
I never use no drugs, I'm too busy giving hugs
Get down on you, spit twice the speed, then the trial impede two times, like a double "u"
Can't believe you, you said you'd change, but then you stayed the same, I cannot trust in you
Y'all boys be lame, lackin' hard, looking all sneezy like y'all got the flu
You know I spread the love, for my homies too
No homo, but the homies really got the juice
We be jammin' like it's rock band
No labels only my brand
Chasin' bread, God and trends, get the money, need no friends
Going dummy in the streets like your boy from the hood
Always cookin' in the stu', call that a meal and it good
Flowin' like a wave but no du surfin' like I should
Pray the Lord bless this beat and this flow knock on wood
I'm so wavy think I'm high but I never touch a weed
Got mad love for my boys, and they know, I got what they need
I'm so wavy I ain't normal, I get shot but I ain't bleed
My sound different I can't sound the same, Thugga, Lil Keed
(Lil Keed, uh, Thugga, Lil Keed, Lil Keed, uh, you know)
We in the streets, but we don't rep no Blood
This ice on my wrist, it's not a Roley, I 'ain't got no funds
Indeed we got the pack, not no strap, or that contraband
I never use no drugs, I'm too busy giving hugs
Get down on you, spit twice the speed, then the trial impede two times, like a double "u"
Can't believe you, you said you'd change, but then you stayed the same, I cannot trust in you
Y'all boys be lame, lackin' hard, looking all sneezy like y'all got the flu
You know I spread the love, for my homies too
No homo, but the homies really got the juice
(Fly to the tropics
Take all the bomb pics
Switching these topics
What!)
(Rickshaw Drip
Woah woah woah
Let's get it
Ayy, yeah you already know
Peaceskis)
(That's all folks)
Got my Glock
Now your shot
Bop, bop, bop (bop, bop, bop)
Now your shot
Smoke no pot
Frick the opps
On my block
She got shot
With no socks
By a fox
Now they talk
Drinkin' all the milk, soy (soy, soy, soy, soy)
Jahseh Onfroy (froy, froy, froy, froy)
Just copped a check boy
Stay in check boy
Just copped a check boy
Stay in check boy
We in the streets, but we don't rep no Blood
This ice on my wrist, it's not a Roley, I 'ain't got no funds
Indeed we got the pack, not no strap, or that contraband
I never use no drugs, I'm too busy giving hugs
Get down on you, spit twice the speed, then the trial impede two times, like a double "u"
Can't believe you, you said you'd change, but then you stayed the same, I cannot trust in you
Y'all boys be lame, lackin' hard, looking all sneezy like y'all got the flu
You know I spread the love, for my homies too
No homo, but the homies really got the juice
We be jammin' like it's rock band
No labels only my brand
Chasin' bread, God and trends, get the money, need no friends
Going dummy in the streets like your boy from the hood
Always cookin' in the stu', call that a meal and it good
Flowin' like a wave but no du surfin' like I should
Pray the Lord bless this beat and this flow knock on wood
I'm so wavy think I'm high but I never touch a weed
Got mad love for my boys, and they know, I got what they need
I'm so wavy I ain't normal, I get shot but I ain't bleed
My sound different I can't sound the same, Thugga, Lil Keed
(Lil Keed, uh, Thugga, Lil Keed, Lil Keed, uh, you know)
We in the streets, but we don't rep no Blood
This ice on my wrist, it's not a Roley, I 'ain't got no funds
Indeed we got the pack, not no strap, or that contraband
I never use no drugs, I'm too busy giving hugs
Get down on you, spit twice the speed, then the trial impede two times, like a double "u"
Can't believe you, you said you'd change, but then you stayed the same, I cannot trust in you
Y'all boys be lame, lackin' hard, looking all sneezy like y'all got the flu
You know I spread the love, for my homies too
No homo, but the homies really got the juice
(Fly to the tropics
Take all the bomb pics
Switching these topics
What!)
(Rickshaw Drip
Woah woah woah
Let's get it
Ayy, yeah you already know
Peaceskis)
(That's all folks)
Credits
Writer(s): Kelvin Kellner
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