Juice ft. Mitchy Moo & Spagh King Lyrics

All my shit is tight, I swear I ain't ever loose

And I'm fresh to death, I'm just waiting on the noose

Jealous motherfuckers they can kiss my caboose

Call me Q cause a nigga got the juice

My mixtape classifies as dangerous goods

It can cause fire to your local neighbourhood

It can cause a car to spontaneous combust

And you need placards when you play this in your truck

I bring monster trucks into street races

Burn cross joints with heavy racists

Show up at AA meetings completely wasted

I could have a billion dollars still live in momma's basement

Me and Charlie Sheen could smoke a pound of crack

And like Steve Rogers shield we some how bounce back

My money's like sheep before I sleep I count stacks

And I'm always in trouble when around blacks

My karate teacher loves me for breaking his bricks

A pimp hates me cause I'm taking his bitch

Drug dealers love me cause we can make a lick

It's the new super hero on the block its captain save a bitch

All my shit is tight, I swear I ain't ever loose

And I'm fresh to death, I'm just waiting on the noose

Jealous motherfuckers they can kiss my caboose

Call me Q cause a nigga got the juice

Niggas shining man you know I got the juice

Man tell them niggas to kiss my caboose

I said all you niggas faggots all you niggas gay

Fuck with the king man I'll punch you in your face

Neighbourhood mayne show me all the levels that's based

You can not fuck with what we say

Cause you know we the God's in this shit

Everything we do stays glist

Man I got that bankroll

Man I got that bankroll

Know I got that cash flow

And you know I came in real hard

And you know I got that flow

God King in this bitch

Pharaoh bitch

You can not compete with me cause I'm a pretty bitch

I'm certified

All my shit is tight, I swear I ain't ever loose

And I'm fresh to death, I'm just waiting on the noose

Jealous motherfuckers they can kiss my caboose

Call me Q cause a nigga got the juice

Working 40 hours every week

Meet a bitch she ain't a freak

Nice dinner couple kids beside us

Christian family they laughing

I say hey can you tone it down

She says hey no thank you fellow

So I tell her hold up I gotta work tomorrow

Tryna have a quiet supper

She said I ain't even know ya

I said bitch I know but can you hook it up

She say no

What the fuck husband starts to chirp up

Blah blah bam

Hit 'em with an uppercut

Flying doing summer salts

Girl beside me orgasms

She like omg he's hot

Kids are crying cause they daddy dying

He ain't really dying but I bet his pride is hiding

Cause he ain't a real man

He ain't a g he never even kill man

Looking for his kids say bitch I kill Dads

Oh Jesus that was a little too real man

Fuckin' real man