Know what the fuck going on ****

La Neo

Gang

**** don't run where is you goin

Call up lil gio we hop out the v

Shot that **** face off with a big-ass Drac

And I put the shit on the Lil E

These **** be broke

Asking for money, but they be rich as hell on IG

I'm toting this big ass Glock

Shoot em all in his shit

Now that bitch **** can't even breathe

**** can't even see, RJ be shooting his pole

**** look like Bron on the heat

One of the opps did slide

Got hit in the throat

Now his bitch ass can't even speak

We gon bounce out with Glock

**** they already know

I got button on back of my Glee

Steady shooting my stick at the opps

They heard them shots and they already

Knew it was me

Why the opps tryna diss

They know I don't do that shit

Just drop a lo ****, we meet

But them **** be scared

They know I don't miss one shot

That's why they be ducking the link

I don't fuck with no rats

If you ever told on a ****

I'll put your ass six feet deep

And the opps never tried, they know I don't play, Cause I send straight shots

Till a fuck **** bleed

I hop out the scene

**** know Rah don't miss

When he clutching a Glock 17

But **** done tried to spin down the block

Heard, Fa Fa, hit your ass in the spleen

Know Lil' RJ be trim, don't give no fuck

He put fore-grip on a Glock 17

I'ma load up the clip

Then throw on my mask

And grab my phone, I'ma call up Lil' three

Why these **** be ducking the link?

I'ma hop out the truck

I'm shooting that ARP

Pull up in a SRT

I'ma call up Lil' Rah

My **** gon' hop out the V

Then I hop out the AMG

**** talking too much

So I shot his dumbass through the teeth

I Steady be shooting my Glee

Fuck all the opps

We leaving em dead on the scene

Ayy, he say he heard a drac

And a button how , lil **** i was just one deep

Me & da mems hop on yo street , if u lack fuck **** get put onna Tee

I'm super slimy, I'm green as a leaf

I feel like D-Wade cause I post on the 3

Throw a grip on the 10, I can shoot it with ease

You know that bitch fuckin' off, Imma expertise

Try to hang wit da gang, bitch, I'm wiping yo nose

I'm chasin yo ass, bet not hit the flo

Dat drac in my hand im upping da sco

You betta get low .62 , gon fuckup ya bones

**** not tryna ball

Keep my name out ya song

Glock 300B its gon sing u a song

Ninemil dat bitch lil still , break ya bone

Come thru witta pin , make em get low

Smoke a opp inna wind , yea he gone

Yeah, I can fight, but I always keep pole

Shoutout EGE, dem my lil' bros,

I'm a gunsmith , I can build you a ghost

Need to tap in My numbers is low

Not talkin' bout weed

I'm talkin' bout these poles , makin' em duck , dive roll

Try me lika bitch, dunk all on your folks

Convertible buttons, they black and gold

I'm high as the fuck, I just poured a Four

That hoe kinda cute, I know she a hoe

My brothers gon' ride till they get a lo

I'm ready to slide, ****, I'm on go

I get kinda shy when Im wit , some hoes

But when I work pole , ****, I'm a pro

My name Lil' Jugg while, I'm onna jugg

Bitch say i look good, cmere gimmie hug

Im all in control like my , name was Suge

I'm good from the 3, like my **** Boog

I'm high off these bars, wish a **** would ,

I never got caught, let me knock on wood

Dis draco got kick , hold on to the wood

If we hit dis lick , we all gon' be good

Yeah, gang, my **** Jugg on the jugg

And I hope that shit go right

If shit go wrong, it's bad for you

Cause he ain't never lacking, he takin' your life

Nineteen Gen 3 I'm not finna fight

This shit ain't for fashion, I'm blowin' my pipe

I go onna drill tonight

And if I tap somethin', I promise I'm takin' a flight

Gang, ma dukes know her baby a stepper

I'm clutchin' a Glock, but you know I'm a felon

Ridin SRT , and if I see the lights

Then the last thing you hearin' is me when I rev it

30 shots, ****, block, now I'm feelin' like Stephen

On the drill, wit my brother, but he not Selfish

No rules in the streets, so don't call for no ref

All these **** wanna , troll me till it's time to meet Death

Ion spin just one time, I'm spinnin again

You go left, I go right, yeah, we boxin' em in

If I ride on your block, and they can't find you, guess what

We hittin ya friends

New strike go 200, left the Jakes, inna wind

You gon' die with them ****, Ion care if you kin

We up onna sco, we hit one more, I'm like, damn, what is it gonna end up,

(man this shit over)

When the fuck is this shit gon end , ' in

If I hop out with Drac, you kno bro gotta gen

Yea we gon' slide, tryn make **** die

And if he survive , then we spinnin again

Yea , we hop out witta big ass , chop

We Tryna put Bro inna wind

Yeah, we spin down dey block , & we shootin a glock , tryn tap me , a fuck **** skin

It's 4th & 1, we down by nine, we still gon' up da sco

Your bitch wanna fuck & suck the dick, but still, she call me bro

I ain't da one u finna hoe bout dis ',

I'll swing my door

I'm up, I got my stick, but ay look, I still took your pole

You been a bitch, we been knew this, but still, I let you go

**** be scared, I swear they feel when Jugg come through that door