Juice

Niggas
Tray six
Speed on it
Yeah

These niggas fuckin' crazy you gotta ride around with the rod
I'm so fuckin' high I'm in the sky talkin' to God
Get it up out the mud and off the motherfuckin' sod
Ain't nobody perfect, nah, we all got our flaws

And I can't trust these niggas cause they motherfuckin' frauds
It's hard to pay attention, my pot louder than AirPods
I'ma stay down until I beat the odds
Yes, I never fuckin' folded on my squad

Yeah, Lord just help me focus on my wad
Yeah, I can't fuckin' focus on these broads
Heart ice cold, I'm droppin' heat to make it thaw
My heart ice cold, I'm droppin' heat to make it thaw

Yeah, damn I wish this bitch could use her motherfuckin' brain
Why all the niggas that you fuck with so lame
I'm not finna sit here and listen to you complain
If a nigga try to play with my life, I'ma leave a stain

On everything, married to the game, I need a wedding ring
They said life's a bitch, well, I'ma give her offspring
Beat the pussy up like we fuckin' in the boxing ring
Eatin' these beats like chicken wings

Stack these chips until the fat lady sings
I'm cool with the weed and the nicotine
I don't even need to pop no bean
I'm feelin' like Popeye, bitch, I'm off the collar greens, yes

I gotta get this shit by any means
This hip-hop shit inside my jeans
When we roll, I swear to God he got the stick inside his jeans, yes
This ain't checkers, bitch, it's chess

When I'm out here, swear I do my fuckin' best
I put it in her mouth like that shit was Crest
You run up on me, I put two in your chest
I need a shorty, that'll let me hold it if I want to invest



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Writer(s): Joshua Garcia
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