Lil Juice - Assemble Lyrics

We be at a city we calling jb
Know he be from the ham and he go as jp
Need a song for the city i hopped on the beat
Flashing lights in the front when the bus on the streets

Know we move as a pack so we hunting together
We break down the door we don't care bout the weather
Said trike em guys only not taking a feather
We standing on bidness you stand on whatever

The sound of the bell how you know we PR
Got C Ruck in the front rocking with a guitar
Know them boys on the edge they sliding like a car
And the Q Jaylon Raynor blowing like a star

Know we come out the tunnel we dressed in all black
When we suited in white know we bound to attack
Know them boys in the trenches tryna chase a sack
And them boys on the backend tryna take one back

We be at the telly it's time to lock in
Cause we get in the mode hit circle bout to spin
Hype it up on the bus it's time to do the walk
Praising god in the circle where we do the toss

Know we backing the run and we leading the rush
We can kick it wherever zvlada we trust
Having motion we orbit sum like a tightend
It's a push to the top don't thing you comprehend

Let me check it bout to check off the list
Get a stop on the field and we hold up a fist
When we be in the field we don't care bout the risk
Trainging room they ducking pit flex on the wrist

We run out the tunnel they look in our eyes
Ain't no fear on my end i'm sliding with the guys
I tell you one thing i won't tell you a lie
You ain't been where we been never wore a disguise

All over the map but we moving as one
Like a wolf in the forest we catch you your done
Know the reign of the pack here second to none
Betta buckle ya we doing team run

We count it up it's time to clap for the win
Know them boys on the line they pulling with a pen
Got family can't even label a friend
Put the 4-6 and A to B to the chin

Special teams you know we move as a unit
Got killas outside don't let em out the pen
22 miles per hour i'm sliding with 10
And the PP on punt i label em my twin

Team it up it's time to go on a mission
Just look in the mirror that's yo competition
You step in that ring I didn't give you admission
A dog of the leash like i ain't got permission

We be at a city we calling jb
Know he be from the ham and he go as jp
Need a song for the city i hopped on the beat
Flashing lights in the front when the bus on the streets

Know we move as a pack so we hunting together
We break down the door we don't care bout the weather
Said trike em guys only not taking a feather
We standing on bidness you stand on whatever