Jugg Til I Can't Video (MV)

Act In my body
Sip juice every day
A cup full of tears
And a blunt full of pain
I walked through the storm
And I ran through the rain
Ima trap til I die
Ima jugg til I can't
Trap out the Honda
I'll serve you a 8th
I wast getting the dough
Now I'm making the cake
Cut some fake niggas off
They was lookin like snakes
Now I smoke by myself
While I'm thumbin thru franks

They see that you got It
And they start to hate
Keep my foot on the gas
I ain't hitting the brakes
Niggas see I'm up next
And they gone have to wait
Duffel bag full of blues
Throw that shit in the safe

I feel like el chapo
Pure white with the Caine
They can see I been workin
You can't say the same
I just called up my jeweler
I need me a chain
Started servin the block
No more minimum wage

Juggin my bag fasho
Hit from the back
And her back was broke
Ask me for something I'm tellin her no
If u ain't suckin dick then you got to go

Killas wit me
They gone tag ya toes
Trapped in the snow
I ain't have a coat
Hit up the plug
All he had was coke
Keep that fye Wit me
Case a niggas want smoke

Ima slide wit the bro's
And we Whippin ya nose
Send shots at the opps
We gone even the score

Step in the mall
And I buy out the stores
Juggman the goat
Not your average joe

They said I couldn't Do it
I wanted to stop
But I kept on going
I knew I was hot
Cops on the block
Cuz my wrist in the pot
And They wanna know
If I'm serving or not
These bitches is thots
And these niggas is hoes
But that's no surprise
Momma said they would fold
I still held it down
And I stuck to the code
I was down bad
Now my pockets on swole
And my wrist is on froze
Put in that work on the road
Now I want 20 a show
Shut down the club
And I leave with the hoes
They like the smell of my polo cologne
Jugg

Act In my body
Sip juice every day
A cup full of tears
And a blunt full of pain
I walked through the storm
And I ran through the rain
Ima trap til I die
Ima jugg til I can't
Trap out the Honda
I'll serve you a 8th
I wast getting the dough
Now I'm making the cake
Cut some fake niggas off
They was lookin like snakes
Now I smoke by myself
While I'm thumbin thru franks

I'm in my bag
Got these niggas upset
Time to fucc this shit up
I bust down the Patek
Bitch I need me a mil
I ain't signing for less
Every time I record
They gone run me a check

I'm smoking gas and she gone off the X
I can do what I want
Lotta niggas is pressed
Gelato my blunt
Got me high as a jet
Flex on the opps
And we duckin the feds
Running the game
Caught a cramp in my leg
But wat you expect
I got my foot on they neck
Fucc it up shawty
Wit all of that ass
If I hit it again
I'ma just get the neck
And then ima step
Back to the block
Wit the rest
Keep a Draco and a vest
Play wit the kid
I send shots at ya head
Talking my shit
And ain't holding my breath
The evil start showing
They see that you blessed
But you got it my nigga
Keep applying that pressure
Got it lock down
Like a full court press
F*cked up in school
Report full of F's
Remember they said I would fail
Pull out racks ima make em regret

She gone leave when you broke
That ain't even ya bitch
You need a plan
Feed the fam and get rich
I been stacking my cash
I invest in the load
Tryna move out trap
And start touring the globe
Bitch actin brand new
But that pussy is old
Serving Milwaukee
It's 20 below
But I'm used to this shit
My ice 20 below
She woke up in the morning
A nigga was gone
Gotta get to the money
Heads blowin my phone
Yea this shit get tough
But I gotta stay strong