Bloxk Party Lyrics

Maannnn

It's Jay Got Juice in this bitch

I ain't taking no shit

Want bandz everywhere

Straight ballin' like

I play for the Knicks

You on yo phone all day

You ain't makin no bandz

I need that bag in my life

Like fuck is you saying!?!?

Cop a quarter zip

Then grab some dutches

And I dip

High as fuck on the e-way

In a 2020 foreign whip

And I drank a whole fifth

So I'm lit, y'all trippin'!

You bitch ass niggas

Will never, ever

Catch me slippin'

Got on blue so I'm crippin'

Yo, bitch fuck the other side

Some fire head an some bread

Jus made me come alive

Oh nigga that's yo hoe

Better keep her by yo side

Cuz when I come around

I guarantee she gone

Wanna slide

She gone wanna ride

She gone wanna ride

This dick all night

She said she scared of heights

Imma take her so so high

Imma take her to the O

RIP to my nigga Von

Imma send em a message

Bitch... no textin?!?! mmmm

Jay Got Juice

Bouta have to get ignorant

I see I'm real close to having

To shoot a bitch

You always losing to me

You should be over it

Whole life's a fraud

Yo name should be counterfeit

I will fuck you up and I

Won't even think twice

Extra clip in the whip

And a 6 inch knife

Girl scout cookie in the blunt

So Jay Got Juice so high

You can take all of the vowels

I'm only worried about I

I got the sneak it in the job

Swisher pack on me

I know they smell that shit

Cuz nigga this that pack on me

I don't give a fuck

Hoe Shaq or Kobe

Don't call me Jason muufucka

You aint one of my homies

Yo bitch gone blow me

I told her to do it slowly

Grabbed the back of her neck

And she get to chokin'

Yo bitch I'm floatin'

Bitch I'm high

Pass the weed

To the left my nigga

Fuck the right

I get to preachin'

To you niggas like im MLK

And I got plenty of weed

Just copped from

My one nigga Dre

I told y'all before

I don't give a fuck about

What you say

(She turn me on)

Now I wanna do it

(She at my crib)

Told her hit the side

(Doe, bitch what's up)

I'll buss it on the floor

(What you tryna do)

You called she pressed ignore

(She was leaving out)

She turned around for more

I really don't have time

For no arguments

Cleveland Cavaliers

Jarrett Allen, Lauri Markkanen

Nintendo old school

Playing games

With the cartridges

Coach back pack

Gucci shades

That's my starter kit

Do you believe I'll beat yo ass

I ain't talking shit

Don't let them niggas

Get you fucked up

Banana split

You stylin' and you wildin'

Bitches need to quit

Gucci Tom Ford

Prada, Dior bitch I got it

The girl is so feminine

I'm nowhere near a gentlemen

I'll uppercut you in yo chin

Stump you out in my

Uggs or Timberlands

I'm blowing that ganja smoke

Inhale it then

Yea, I'm bout dem bands

Bitch fuck a friend!

Never know who out to get you

Betta watch yo mans

I just fucked yo bitch raw

And put it on onlyfans

Ha, she throwin' that

Lil shit back

Damnn mmmm

Imma just stick to the plan

Stay on yo ass, like the pockets

On the back of yo pants

You bitches so damn pathetic

Don't even got a chance

First night again

It wasn't in her plans

I know I just scared y'all niggas

Put y'all through hell

So walk away wit ya head down

Nigga hold this L

I'm the king of the city

Nigga I'm the best

Imma get a icy watch

That bitch won't tick tick!

Nope! Yeah! Whoa!

Bitch! Whoa! Juice!

King Smoke Entertainment!

We outchea, that's on bruh