Juice Lyrics

Gang, Aye Gang

Blttt, Aye Bow

Aye Aye Aye, Gang

Gang, Finatic ImSoSlimee

Gang Gang, Gang Gang

Gang, Gang Gang

Gang, Gang

Yo' bitch love the way I talk, she said I "got the juice"

She said she "wanna do it", "Girl, go ahead, I ain't stoppin' you"

Why you on my dick?, boy that's corny, I'll pop on you

Bullets gon' annihilate, send em', they gon follow you

Nigga, you ain't sonnin' me, who the fuck you talkin' to ?

I'll get yo' ass lined up, have them chalkin' you

She like, "Boy, come over here, I want to talk to you"

Then, she got on her knees, and she said, "I want to swallow you"

I get aggravated, throwin' shells, let em' bother you

Fourty do karate, let it kick, bullets choppin' you

Brodie tryna slide, shit electric, now we shockin' you

Blicky makin' music, call it punk, now it's rockin' you

Call bro' said, "We bout' to spin like a ballerina"

Bullets bite, alligator

Tear em' up, take his paper

Line em' up, thats a shape up

Tombstone, Undertaker

Slidin' off a scooter, bullets sharp, like a fuckin' razor

Like a fuckin' razor

Put the oven on his head, he got a baked potato

Runnin' to the loose leaf, I'm a paper chaser

He get out of line, cut his ass, fuck a taper

Now, we throwin' rounds, split his head, fuck a bagel

That lil' nigga chips, crunch him, bitch you a fuckin' pringle

Rounds in his head, now he in the sky, fuck a angel

Bullets straighten up, lay him flat, like a fuckin' table

Gang, Bitch

Call bro' said, "We bout' to spin like a ballerina"

Bullets bite, alligator

Tear em' up, take his paper

Line em' up, thats a shape up

Tombstone, Undertaker

Slidin' off a scooter, bullets sharp, like a fuckin' razor

Like a fuckin' razor

Put the oven on his head, he got a baked potato

Runnin' to the loose leaf, I'm a paper chaser

He get out of line, cut his ass, fuck a taper

Now, we throwin' rounds, split his head, fuck a bagel