P.A. On the Track - I Got The Juice (feat. Kal Nadi) Lyrics

Hahaha
Yeah
Look
Pulling up the coupe with the roof on ghost
Only if a nigga smoke I'll roll up (roll up)
Cup loaded I be taking shots
Henny on the rocks from the box
F*ck a cop if he see me with it (yeah)
Anything goes on the weekend (yeah)
Nigga really talking flow I'm the deep in (ah ha)
Bet you want dive
Cuban links on my neck
But this rod won't wave homie
Ima keep it straight when aime
Hot nigga really since 13
Been up in the game since 03 (03)
Don't act like you know me I ain't tryna dap you up
And tell yo bitch don't approach me (fo real)
Niggas act like hoes when they get up in they feelings (fo real)
I been on the go really tryna make a million (fo real)
Stack so tall I can't fit it in the Sillen
If you know then you know so you feel that shit
Top five if you don't agree I'm on your ass
Yeah yeah
Spitting facts so you knowing just how to react
Yeah yeah
I had to choose it nothing was given
The way that I'm winning I must've repented
If you is a hatter to me at this point
Then you prolly should quit it (it's Luke)

Big bag, big bank rolls
I trapped out bandos
F*cked fo' thick ass hoes
Then send em out to go bag O's
Smoke swirl to clear my zone
Pussy boy, air my throne
Brook-Nam here I'm home
Hol' up
Cough hold my phone

First off Gods gift on that bullshit, Ugh
F*cked around and loaded up a full clip, Aye
Niggas better duck when the fool spit
One shot'll make s nigga do s full flip
If you can't swim get up out the deep end
Ya bitch beggin me to go deep in
She got a tight grip on the wood like a serpent
I'm certain to handle her maze just like a burkin
Sherm ass nigga don't play wit Me
Put ya gang in infirmaries
Never heard of me?
Ya soft ass getting crocheted back
Niggas lookin like "where the f*ck this attach?"
Little bad bitch, she a capricorn
Wrong step get you capped and corned
Get you bagged & stored
Toe tag is the price of course
She only eat meat she a carnivore
No time for the Jake's and the fakes
Dawg a blade to ya face be the final score
Competition get thick like the final four
Leg shot locked like a figure four
Gang sent two I just figured four
Body soft rounds like an endomorph
Weed get blown like a saxophone
H-Town shit double styrofoam
Screw still loose nigga leave me lone
Genix

Big bag, big bank rolls
I trapped out bandos
F*cked fo' thick ass hoes
Then send em out to go bag O's
Smoke swirl to clear my zone
Pussy boy, air my throne
Brook-Nam here I'm home
Hol' up
Cough hold my phone

Nadi
Not one to be played with (not one)
Y'all be over rated (yeah)
Nadi, I'm Gods favorite (I am)
There is no debating (none)