Ju Dilf Interlude Lyrics

Fuck what y'all niggas gotta say that's my big fuckin' bro Ju Pope

Nigga don't say a word 'bout that nigga

'Fore you get rocked in ya face nigga

Fuck is you talm' 'bout nigga?

Ju Dilf what up?

Ju the Dilf he fuckin' on a big booty milf

He sip drank out the baby bottle you stay sippin' on titty milk

If you don't like what I'm sayin, then you can turn the album off

You one of them sneak dissin' bitches then I'ma get to sounding off

Remember goin' to Canterbury to watch number Twenty-Three

How many bitches cheering for him gotta say like Twenty-Three

How many sandwiches I ate at halftime like two or three

Me and Cash in the back of the end zone wrestlin' on the trampoline

Big Higgszy got his phone out, recording TD's

You can't call and mess the video up, his phone on DND

He lay that wood, big boom hit stick like TNT

He point at me like"That's my lil' bro" now girls start coming to me

He be a threat offensively and defensively

I'm yelling Ju Island when they put him at DB

OC know he can't run no deep pass plays safely

Ju gon' blitz at the one-yard-line gon' be a safety

Bitch I'm Red Dirt and my brother Ju Pope

Can't cut no tie we got a thick fucking rope

I know that one day he gon' be cleaner than some soap

Better go to church if you got faith 'cause I got hope

Know he done been through a lot and he got me to cope

Boy done put that Liquor down that oil ain't a joke

Steppin' through the night he got the heat up in the coat

Better leave the Dilf alone he don't like when he get provoked

You gettin' murked

On the field or the court, we puttin' work in

The fam need me, can't stop and be a burden

My queen like designer stuff, I'm buying all the Birkins

Bitches Shaqtin' A Fool, Kendrick Perkins

I ain't chasin' box bitch, I ain't hurtin

I'm definitely chasin' bands, I'm in a hurry

F Block Legend Hall of Fame like James Worthy

Red Dirt nigga

Aye, FG Ferris Ave Posse