Juice Wars ft. 72Cano & CHA$EMONEY Lyrics

That lil boy think he playing with me then that nigga cap

Just start getting to the bag, them lil niggas passed it

I'm the one with the ball now them niggas yelling pass it

Can't even front a P, I'm acting like I ain't having

But niggas know I'm getting it, I'm counting, then I'm stacking it

Getting loads out a city bitch I'm unwrapping em'

If he try to run up like a fan then we fapping him

He don't cop from me cause he know that I be taxing

Saint Laurent tee Amiri denim on the scene

Don't bring that nigga to the spot he a fein

It's crazy bunch of these niggas dying from the lean

Acting outta character nigga dying just to squeeze

Baby get yo tummy tucked, nigga I'm a hunnit up

Jewelry on me never tucked, I ain't never gave a fuck

I'm feeling like I'm Giannis, I'm just trying to get a buck

If the game on the line I'm coming through in the clutch

Swing the wood Baby Smoove, in the Maybach hit the cruise

If the pape going up nigga how am I losing?

It be the drugs that be abusing

Pay the extra fee just to get the tool in

(Yeah nigga I'm boss nigga)

(I get it how it is fuck what the cost nigga)

Tell a bitch to check the fit, bitch I'm a Rhude man

Ion wanna hear yo mouth you ain't up a cool ten

Watch yo mouth lil nigga, I caught yo auntie on a bin

Punch through the wall, screaming oh yea kool-aid man

If you can't eat dick, why you asking bouta Birkin?

Why yo friend on my page? Tell that bitch to stop lurking

Why you talking bout yo pussy? Lil bitch it ain't squirting

No wonder I ain't slide, yo shit weak it ain't worth it

Bitch my heart all designer yeah I'm chilling all chrome

How the fuck you love me? Don't know the words to my song?

You a lil freaky bitch, you came over in a thong

I ain't have to roll em' up, I smoked em' up in a bong

Yeah then I put his man's in a fucking gas mask

This designer on my feet bitch I can't walk fast

This bitch couldn't fuck so I knew it wouldn't last

If brody want my last then he got a free pass

Ion care about them titties bitch, do you got ass?

If so bitch damn can I grab it?

Only want it once, tell these niggas they can have it

Fuck it throw the lob, aye Chase gang grab it

(Yeah, like off the glass or some?)

(Yeah fuck it alright yeah)

Turn me up, I'm finna get the tripping in this bitch

Starring up and down I think she trying to give hint

Got me thinking I'm the grinch, i'll take a nigga bitch

Get her in the room, now she cheerleading doing splits yeah

I ain't Simon but she doing what I say so

Lowkey shit, swear it's better when you lay low

Feeling Mexican today, bitch I'm getting pesos

All I talk about is cheese, bitch I'm getting queso

Practice what you preach, if you gone say it nigga be about it

Manifested this, had to think about it dream about it

I ain't interested if I can't go and get no green up out it

Niggas said it's on sight I guess that we gone see about it

My nigga Dan punching shit like a engineer

Leave them niggas in the rear, God the only man I fear

We in a Trackhawk, bitch this ain't no Wagoneer

All you niggas bitches got me feeling like the man in here