juice, pt. 2 Lyrics

I ain't your average

Why they be laughing

And if you rolling one

Go head and pass it

Heard they be trolling they really be gassing

Know I'm the realist you boys made of plastic

Kill at showtime got'em callin' me magic

Outta wedlock so I'm really a bastard

Know I'm alive like I Jumped out the casket

She got that water I never be lasting

Yea I'm in Control like I got a controlla

She treat me like a king

Ain't no need to control her

Gang at ya neck like we rocking a bow tie

I gave her double takes no John travolta

Put her on the team cuz she want me to coach her

And if I put in work she gon give me the chocha

I wake up to the box like a cup of Folgers

Then I chunk up the deuce it was nice to know ya

I know I make my haters sick

I pull up on'em

I'm checking they temp

Say you got her you really a temp

I Shoot my shot you didn't even attempt

That ain't yo chick but you paying her rent

She said you could swim you decided to skip

She talk back to you

She don't give me no lip

I fly her so she never gon trip

If I give her a bag

She gon make a flip

Got her covered in ice so she never slip

She the Lois lane to my Clark Kent

In the slow lane with the dark tints

Ex so lame y'all was not meant

Talk in code names

Call me locksmith

Gotta low flame y'all not lit

If I ain't got the juice then who got it

Touch me and the gang sending rockets

All this pape be coming in but who gon count it

Heard they say you got the sauce

I highly doubt it

I ain't your average why they be laughing

I already did that

I got so much juice got a give back

Ever cross me you can never switch back

All about chicken I can't sit and kick back

I be so lit even when it go pitch black

I snatched her up now he can't get his chick back

You don't get money you only get chip bags

Now they calling you the runner up Club jumping like it's double Dutch

In the lab cooking watch it bubble up Shorty more strapped than when you buckle up

I be swimming in it like a rubber duck Then it's back to it I can't cuddle up

Gotta make a play need to huddle up Bought her 2 chainz and a bubble butt Listen up one thing I know is to get it up

We the last of a Breed we gon live it up

They be loving this juice they can't get enough

Uh tellem I'm back in my mode yea Tellem we back on the road woah

I'm never back in the cold

I'm only backing the code

Reach in the fridge and can't find the juice

They know I might've drunk it all a time or two

I might a even got drunk hit a dime or two

I'm just gon gon change my name to Bartholomew

No you ain't got it like me boy I promise you

Oversee everything you got a common view

Stand up guy I'm not talking bout comic view

My homies been pulling up with all kinda tools

If I ain't got the juice then who got it

Touch me and the gang sending rockets

All this pape be coming in but who gon count it

Heard they say you got the sauce

I highly doubt it