JUGG Wallen
Uh Ong ong
Yeah I been on the road I'm getting it gone
High off the ercs I ain't check my phone
I ain't trying blow up cause it take to long
Shooting for Zay if he right or he wrong
These niggas ain't juggin' they cap too much
Makin him the lick I ain't wrapping em up
Take shit down like snow on bluff
Got it from zay he ain't say it enough
Niggas be wellin' I'm sending them up
Throw in my bitch but she setting him up
Backdoor move trying get off a nut
Nigga got robbed Swiss cheese for a slut
Uh,Yeah
Niggas keep asking what calli been on
I touch me ah p and I'm getting it gone
Nigga thought Shit sweet till his homie was gone
I'm inna trap bitch no home alone
Smoking the one I be high as a drone
No drivers Ed but I aim for the cone
Big arp bullets gon knock off his dome
Niggas be juice like watermelon
I'm throwing bombs like Patrick mahomes
Real QB niggas trap out the zone
Niggas rapping bout Shit that he don't even own
Only juggin' 4L niggas trying get on
If I ain't got shit Imma run in your home
That ain't no bap I'll give you a headstone
Heart fucked up I just doubled my styrofoam
Think I fucked up I just lost me ah redbone
But she know I'm catching them plays ona iPhone
Say what you want but your glizzy ain't two tone
G38 that's my motherfucking backbone
I'm in a opp nigga head like some headphones
Trap really jump ain't no need for a track phone
Serving the one niggas bagging up home grown
Freaky lul bitch she in love with the prone bone
Ten milli bullets gon fuck up a jaw bone
Ar got titties no motherfucking silicon
Fuck up the water and mix it with acetone
Teacher complain bout the smell that was bad cologne
Bitch come get a vibe no sisco ramone
Fuck up my bag bet he won't make it home
White iverson for the post Malone
Streets fucked up my heart I protect it with chrome
That ain't my bitch I was just trying bone
You ain't a play why you hitting my phone
If it ain't bout bread just leave me alone
I was counting a band before I was grown
African bitch from Sierra Leone
Bitch I'm the boss
Calli corleone
Can't get shit for free but I can put you on
Niggas be lying capping in they songs
Shooting for Zay if he right or he wrong
Bruh serving rock Sylvester Stallone
Lil trigga from hill I'm well known
Blow the drac down the rip like a motherfucking saxophone
Yeah I been on the road I'm getting it gone
High off the ercs I ain't check my phone
I ain't trying blow up cause it take to long
Shooting for Zay if he right or he wrong
These niggas ain't juggin' they cap too much
Makin him the lick I ain't wrapping em up
Take shit down like snow on bluff
Got it from zay he ain't say it enough
Niggas be wellin' I'm sending them up
Throw in my bitch but she setting him up
Backdoor move trying get off a nut
Nigga got robbed Swiss cheese for a slut
Uh,Yeah
Niggas keep asking what calli been on
I touch me ah p and I'm getting it gone
Nigga thought Shit sweet till his homie was gone
I'm inna trap bitch no home alone
Smoking the one I be high as a drone
No drivers Ed but I aim for the cone
Big arp bullets gon knock off his dome
Niggas be juice like watermelon
I'm throwing bombs like Patrick mahomes
Real QB niggas trap out the zone
Niggas rapping bout Shit that he don't even own
Only juggin' 4L niggas trying get on
If I ain't got shit Imma run in your home
That ain't no bap I'll give you a headstone
Heart fucked up I just doubled my styrofoam
Think I fucked up I just lost me ah redbone
But she know I'm catching them plays ona iPhone
Say what you want but your glizzy ain't two tone
G38 that's my motherfucking backbone
I'm in a opp nigga head like some headphones
Trap really jump ain't no need for a track phone
Serving the one niggas bagging up home grown
Freaky lul bitch she in love with the prone bone
Ten milli bullets gon fuck up a jaw bone
Ar got titties no motherfucking silicon
Fuck up the water and mix it with acetone
Teacher complain bout the smell that was bad cologne
Bitch come get a vibe no sisco ramone
Fuck up my bag bet he won't make it home
White iverson for the post Malone
Streets fucked up my heart I protect it with chrome
That ain't my bitch I was just trying bone
You ain't a play why you hitting my phone
If it ain't bout bread just leave me alone
I was counting a band before I was grown
African bitch from Sierra Leone
Bitch I'm the boss
Calli corleone
Can't get shit for free but I can put you on
Niggas be lying capping in they songs
Shooting for Zay if he right or he wrong
Bruh serving rock Sylvester Stallone
Lil trigga from hill I'm well known
Blow the drac down the rip like a motherfucking saxophone
Credits
Writer(s): Bando Reed
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