Juice

Ayy, what?
Yeah, ayy, yeah
We off of the juice
Pull up, I'm fuckin', I'm leaving her loose
Smoke, we ain't duckin', my niggas gon' shoot
My chain, I ain't tuckin', my diamonds abuse
Ayy, my diamonds abuse
Got a bad bitch and her booty obtuse
Fendi, the drip, ain't no Fruit of the Loom
Bitches on me when I step in the room
Keep it on me, better not make it boom (grrah)
Leave a nigga in the sky
Louis my fit, Cartier on my eyes
Knew I would win, this shit ain't a surprise
Bitch, it ain't a surprise
She know I'm him, she could tell by the vibe
Yeah, she could tell by the vibe
Ayy, yeah, she could tell by the vibe

Louis purse on my bitch with the glizzy in it
Got the world on my dick 'cause I'm really winnin'
Cartier on my lens got me seeing different
Niggas wan' be my friend 'cause they see the chicken
But I'm ballin' on niggas, I'm on my pivot
All the bitches that dubbed me, I know they livid
'Member days I was bummy but now I'm winnin'
'Member days I was bummy but now I'm winnin'
Like hol' up, lemme switch the flow up
I just had a glow up then I went and got my dough up
Now my wrist froze up, when I hit her she gon' show up
Now they know I'm grown up and they know a nigga blowin' up

Ayy, yeah
We off of the juice
Pull up, I'm fuckin', I'm leaving her loose
Smoke, we ain't duckin', my niggas gon' shoot
My chain, I ain't tuckin', my diamonds abuse
Ayy, my diamonds abuse
Got a bad bitch and her booty obtuse
Fendi, the drip, ain't no Fruit of the Loom
Bitches on me when I step in the room
Keep it on me, better not make it boom (grrah)
Leave a nigga in the sky
Louis my fit, Cartier on my eyes
Knew I would win, this shit ain't a surprise
Bitch, it ain't a surprise
She know I'm him, she could tell by the vibe
Yeah, she could tell by the vibe
Ayy, yeah, she could tell by the vibe



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Writer(s): Ayowale Ewumi
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