Juice Lyrics

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