Numb Numb Juice

Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, ****

I'm gon' shoot if this .30's all that I got, ****

Time's up, got my coins up, my bars up

Soon we find 'em, we gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em

Straight reclined 'em, pistol grip, I got all kinds of

I'm not your driver, shot gon' hit him, he won't answer

I'm blowin' ganja, so much work they call me old school

I remind ya, that bitch you think you got is not you

Where you find her?

She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her,

Then I slid it in, I win, I win (Aye)

I mean that's bitch shit, fakin' like you got it in your pockets

Yeah that's bitch shit, talkin' to them hoes, you steady gossip

Yeah that's bitch shit, tellin' on your mans so you can scram

Yeah that's bitch shit, pull it out and actin' like you jammed

Yeah that's bitch shit, hatin' on another **** come up

Yeah that's bitch shit, stayin' in because you know it's summer

Yeah that's bitch shit, you a bitch boy, on my mama, uh

Okay, let's get it, bitch let's get it, woo

Got a plan, we gon' kill this man

The gun won't jam, it's on on sight (Aye)

I might get life, that's on my life

The .44 fired, I go on green light

I billed that price, it filled up nice

The God won't die

Okay, let's get it, bitch let's get it, woo

See no flaws, in my purest form, bitch I'm gritty (Aye)

Goyard tags filled with hella cash, this my gimme bag

Singles add, we don't do no class, ****, nine subtract, (Aye)

Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, ****

I'm gon' shoot if this .30's all that I got, ****

Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, ****

Numb Numb Juice to the head, fuck up the opps, ****

Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, ****

I'm gon' shoot if this .30's all that I got, ****

Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, ****

Numb Numb Juice to the head, fuck up the opps, ****

CrasH Talk, take two