Juice in my cup Lyrics

(Damn how the streets know my name on a first name basis)

I could slur my words and they still gunn' feel it

I been in and out them cuffs so much my wrists aching

I use to have them state trays now my scallops wrapped with bacon

We don't need the preview cuz we never gunna play it

I could keep my ass right on this couch and still be clouted

I'ma keep on stacking it up until it's a mountain

Every time I'm at the fucking plate I bat a thousand

I been counting all this cheese and you can't get past the bouncer

I use to use the EBT but now my money blue

He asked for the feature for free but who he talking to

Versace on the neck she just love it when I smell good

I poured up a deuce but I wish it was a four

I come from the trenches but I wanna be on Forbes

Your bitch don't look good its like she sleeping in the morgue

I love blessing my hood when I get back from the tour

Damn I sold pressed pills more then I did the chores

You can hear my shit bumping through the 860

Shitting with the bag they wanna put a tag on my toe

Damn I feel like Elvis with this juice in my cup

I'm bout to take a break before I really fuckem' up

How I build my own brand and stamp all of my brodis in

Man they about to call me coach K the way I'm ballin'

God Damn, just punched all my bars with out stumbling

These drugs got me fallin' but I ain't about to be mumbling

My broski in the crack house whipping' off the stove top

You can hear them 808's hit at every bus stop

Really got connections got people in every continent

I'm a third generation of a gangster whose stopping it

This goofy asking me for the bitches thats crazy

If you see me in the function, I bet you I'm already faded

I'm a trap star gotta keep these stacks up in my pocket

Got some brand new juice I'm bout to sip up in the tropics

I just hit the weed pen while bagging up the luggage

Three shows, three days, in the west I'm bugging

Got my eyes open I don't want to end like Biggie

I just locked down the whole East I'm in every city

I know they can't fuck with this

I been in my bag I been sipping' tris

Bitch I'm from the dirty I had to be filthy rich

I don't give a fuck I been stacking chips

I know they can't fuck with this

I been in my bag I been sipping' tris

Bitch I'm from that dope cap, they tryin' steal my whole swag

My first time in the stu I just had to serve a 8th

(Aye) Shout out to my dayone's they know I love the bank

If we see them lights we bout to skerrt off

Hit him with that shit if you a big dawg

Had to post bail something crazy like 5 bands, 10 bands

I don't give a fuck I be ridin'

Bitch I got more game than a Nintendo

Got so much bread I can't keep it in a bankroll

Bout to put my vault in the wall, that shit kinda crazy

And it's fuck all my haters cuz this lean got me lazy