JUGGERNAUT (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Pharrell Williams)

Something like

I just cut some fresh lemons, where's the sugar?

Lemon in my -ade, lemon in my ears, call 'em boogers

Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever seen with you ****

What it is? It's that **** T, skin look colored in

Riding in double-double R, that's that Cullinan

Pullin' in that four hundred grand, I just ordered this

Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in

GOLF le FLEUR*, that's Gianno shoe, what I'm runnin' in

Earlobe look like headlights on a minivan

I'm so motherfuckin' deadass, I need some Timberlands

I battle any man, Uzi Vert, don't think they understand

Uh

Double C on my feet, double G on my freak

Louis V by my briefs, she wan' kick it with me

She better eat it then leave

She try save all the plates but keep eating my meat

We can't see none of 'em grow, she keep eating my seeds

Got a E and a B on the back of the seat

See, I'm done with the 12, got a V16, uh

Say the money comin' in, yeah, that's true

The more money I get, I don't wan' sex you

Can't think about the last time that I text you

It's probably when sidekicks had them belt loops

Sign my John Hancock on a bitch every time I check you

Just like a brand new Lamb', I wreck you, uh

So if it's mine, it's yours

Ride to the dinner tapin'

Outta time and imagine her in the exit

Last deal more than what Google say my net is

I got cheddar with the chef in the tinted exit

Uh, uh, uh

It's the double P, I rock double C

Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats

Man, come to me, you want something to see

This internally flawless, a double V

What troubles me is you couple me

With these subtle fleas tryna double the

Hornet trapped in the hive of a motherfucking bumblebee

They just got the closest picture of the fucking sun surface, that was us

Got the LaFerrari, park that bitch just for one purpose, catching dust

My Secret Service carry mops, you call 'em street sweepers, back you up

Tat' you up, then add you up, then give you a cover like Adwoa

If the shit's fake, I don't respect it, it's clickbait

And that's distaste like a shit shake

What a difference your wrist make when it's Richard-made

Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plate

Shit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels that grip tape

Ride to the dinner tapin'

Outta time and imagine her in the exit

Last deal more than what Google say my net is

I got cheddar with the chef in the tinted exit

Uh, uh, uh