Juiceman Lyrics

Ayeee

You know what I'm saying, Young E.T. 427 shit, Runforever shit, Wildboy shit, either way it goes same difference yeah

Aye, posted in the trenches with ya bitch we goin viral

I just threw them hunnits in the air and watch em spiral

All this fuckin codeine got me feelin like a martyr

Swear I love yo bitch, she treat me nothin less than godly

Ion leave the crib with less than twenty in my cartridge

I ain't have to prove that I was rich, I took her golfin

When it come to ballin on these niggas do it often

Know some young niggas they a pop it at ya Spalding

Orange, blue pills, same color my residuals (wow)

Every time we pop outside its goin digital (E.T.)

Ride round head onna swivel cause I'm pivotal

Fucked a bad bitch one time told her toodle-oo (goodbye)

Heard of niggas talkin to the cops turn em chicken soup

Graduated out of middle class I ain't finish school

Hating niggas pitiful

Fuck her thru the interlude

I just checked my phone and I got checks that's steady comin thru

Love the way she shake it I might fuck around and pay it ouuu

If you think you fuckin with E.T. then you misled, ouuu

Money counter broke so I been countin it since the afternoon

I just put my ice on all that bitch she say she in her mood (aye)

Posted in the trenches with ya bitch we goin viral

I just threw them hunnits in the air and watch em spiral

All this fuckin codeine got me feelin like a martyr

Swear I love yo bitch, she treat me nothin less than godly

Ion leave the crib with less than twenty in my cartridge

I ain't have to prove that I was rich, I took her golfin

When it come to ballin on these niggas do it often

Know some young niggas they a pop it at ya Spalding

Aye

aye

(Know some young niggas they a pop it at ya Spalding)

aye

aye

Aye, aye, aye, E.T.