Bussin Juggs
First thing's first man let's get some understood
I'm a street nigga straight up out the hood
I remember the first day I met the plug
When I came back to the city bussin jugs
Tell the jack boys I wish a nigga would
On the real my nigga we been gambling good
I got a 40 purple dog up in the club
I'm obsessed with sipping lean and smoking bud
My mama say the neighbors think I'm selling drugs
I told my mama chill and then gave her a dub
I turnt the stove on then gave mama a hug
Now when these niggas re-up, they re-up with us
Jug, you're just another damn jug
Bitch don't even know it, she done met the damn plug
Jug, jug and I jug so good
Bitch don't even know it, she can leave the damn hood
JugBitch don't even know it, she done met the damn plug
Man a nigga said tripping in the wrong damn hood
Call a nigga cuz when he shoulda said blood
Hood nigga know that he gotta show love
Pull up to the club spend a whole damn dub
Hey, it's your god damn move
You arguing about a bitch and she's a god damn slut
What? And now you car shot up
Beefing bout a bitch with a glued on butt
Hey, you tryna act all tough
Got them hunduns in my pockets
Stamped in god we trust
Stupid waves no brush, she screaming
How he cookin' dope and he ain't using no fork
Jug, you're just another damn jug
Bitch don't even know it, she done met the damn plug
Jug, jug and I jug so good
Bitch don't even know it, she can leave the damn hood
JugBitch don't even know it, she done met the damn plug
1991 when I first start jugging
Wouldn't make a profit till I first start cooking
I'm standing on the crest like the boulder crest bully
Call your plug and tell that nigga that that Gucci Mane took it
If you lock me up I'm gonna get out and start back juuging
Sun valley apartments and the neighbors keep looking
Gave a nick to my uncle and I told him how was it
Glass house, straight drop, yeah he loved it
Got a stash house, a scrap house, my trap house bunkin
Flashback, I damn near had to bust my cousin
Playing fucking games with the Gucci man money
Jugs, jugs, jugs, jugs, jugs hope these jugs keep coming
Jug, you're just another damn jug
Bitch don't even know it, she done met the damn plug
Jug, jug and I jug so good
Bitch don't even know it, she can leave the damn hood
JugBitch don't even know it, she done met the damn plug
Js3
I'm a street nigga straight up out the hood
I remember the first day I met the plug
When I came back to the city bussin jugs
Tell the jack boys I wish a nigga would
On the real my nigga we been gambling good
I got a 40 purple dog up in the club
I'm obsessed with sipping lean and smoking bud
My mama say the neighbors think I'm selling drugs
I told my mama chill and then gave her a dub
I turnt the stove on then gave mama a hug
Now when these niggas re-up, they re-up with us
Jug, you're just another damn jug
Bitch don't even know it, she done met the damn plug
Jug, jug and I jug so good
Bitch don't even know it, she can leave the damn hood
JugBitch don't even know it, she done met the damn plug
Man a nigga said tripping in the wrong damn hood
Call a nigga cuz when he shoulda said blood
Hood nigga know that he gotta show love
Pull up to the club spend a whole damn dub
Hey, it's your god damn move
You arguing about a bitch and she's a god damn slut
What? And now you car shot up
Beefing bout a bitch with a glued on butt
Hey, you tryna act all tough
Got them hunduns in my pockets
Stamped in god we trust
Stupid waves no brush, she screaming
How he cookin' dope and he ain't using no fork
Jug, you're just another damn jug
Bitch don't even know it, she done met the damn plug
Jug, jug and I jug so good
Bitch don't even know it, she can leave the damn hood
JugBitch don't even know it, she done met the damn plug
1991 when I first start jugging
Wouldn't make a profit till I first start cooking
I'm standing on the crest like the boulder crest bully
Call your plug and tell that nigga that that Gucci Mane took it
If you lock me up I'm gonna get out and start back juuging
Sun valley apartments and the neighbors keep looking
Gave a nick to my uncle and I told him how was it
Glass house, straight drop, yeah he loved it
Got a stash house, a scrap house, my trap house bunkin
Flashback, I damn near had to bust my cousin
Playing fucking games with the Gucci man money
Jugs, jugs, jugs, jugs, jugs hope these jugs keep coming
Jug, you're just another damn jug
Bitch don't even know it, she done met the damn plug
Jug, jug and I jug so good
Bitch don't even know it, she can leave the damn hood
JugBitch don't even know it, she done met the damn plug
Js3
Credits
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Chance Youngblood
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.