First of all I'll like to say free my lil brother Juice
(Yeah free the juice man)
We were so lit we so cool we f*ck bitches in twos
(Yeah Yeah Yeah)
I told that bitch I play dumb but never been a fool
(Huh what)
My dick is a drug so baby don't you get stuck like glue
(Huh What Yeah)
Cheesing while I count the money I swear I'm excited
(Cheesing Aye)
Smoking on gas on the moon like I'm here on a assignment
F*cked your bitch hair look a mess she told it's the climate
Sorry I'm a Zoe so therefore I got to be grimy aye
Body-more is where my killers at
I got the juice to get you whacked
Flipping and flipping and flipping packs
I cock it back till a nigga rat
Not feeling sorry for no bimbo
Bullets flying like torpedos
Laugh at niggas like their Nemo
She kiss you right after she deep throats aye
NDC yeah the squad yeah that's gang gang
Gotta ball money call it go ring ring
Oh my bad changed the tone it goes Ching Ching
In the club left to right got that lean lean
Double cup pouring up what a feeling
Living life doing right still maintaining
Stack it flip it repeat till it touch the ceiling
If I pop out then I'm cooling in the club I ain't trynna hurt nobody
OG got me all up in the stars told them go get me up Scotty
Double cup yep it's muddy
Iced out wrist it's flooded
30 extended my nina
We the people f*ck the government
He the plug told her f*ck with him
All on a finesse jug
I roll them dutches f*ck woods
Told my lawyer naw ain't no plea deal
We beating these cases like Sugar Ray
If he get snatched up know what to say
Inside the coupe like linguine
Outside the whip look like Santa's slay
Naw nigga I don't fly sober
Passed that safe popped a Xanax
Jersey on with some damn sweats
Kicks on my feet they're retro
Lor bad bitch but I only want the neck though
Free Juice Free Juice Free Reck too
I'm passing out free Juice
I'm passing out free juice
Prescription lean by the liter
Pill bottles full of sleepers
I was selling work by the needles
Needs to tell you I was with them creepers
That'll pop at night and they'll eat you
I need his money your money I'm greedy
When I'm on imma bring all of my people's
STR the gang we don't need you
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First of all I'll like to say free my lil brother Juice
(Yeah free the juice man)
We were so lit we so cool we f*ck bitches in twos
(Yeah Yeah Yeah)
I told that bitch I play dumb but never been a fool
(Huh what)
My dick is a drug so baby don't you get stuck like glue
(Huh What Yeah)
Cheesing while I count the money I swear I'm excited
(Cheesing Aye)
Smoking on gas on the moon like I'm here on a assignment
F*cked your bitch hair look a mess she told it's the climate
Sorry I'm a Zoe so therefore I got to be grimy aye
Body-more is where my killers at
I got the juice to get you whacked
Flipping and flipping and flipping packs
I cock it back till a nigga rat
Not feeling sorry for no bimbo
Bullets flying like torpedos
Laugh at niggas like their Nemo
She kiss you right after she deep throats aye
NDC yeah the squad yeah that's gang gang
Gotta ball money call it go ring ring
Oh my bad changed the tone it goes Ching Ching
In the club left to right got that lean lean
Double cup pouring up what a feeling
Living life doing right still maintaining
Stack it flip it repeat till it touch the ceiling
If I pop out then I'm cooling in the club I ain't trynna hurt nobody
OG got me all up in the stars told them go get me up Scotty
Double cup yep it's muddy
Iced out wrist it's flooded
30 extended my nina
We the people f*ck the government
He the plug told her f*ck with him
All on a finesse jug
I roll them dutches f*ck woods
Told my lawyer naw ain't no plea deal
We beating these cases like Sugar Ray
If he get snatched up know what to say
Inside the coupe like linguine
Outside the whip look like Santa's slay
Naw nigga I don't fly sober
Passed that safe popped a Xanax
Jersey on with some damn sweats
Kicks on my feet they're retro
Lor bad bitch but I only want the neck though
Free Juice Free Juice Free Reck too
I'm passing out free Juice
I'm passing out free juice
Prescription lean by the liter
Pill bottles full of sleepers
I was selling work by the needles
Needs to tell you I was with them creepers
That'll pop at night and they'll eat you
I need his money your money I'm greedy
When I'm on imma bring all of my people's
STR the gang we don't need you
(Yeah free the juice man)
We were so lit we so cool we f*ck bitches in twos
(Yeah Yeah Yeah)
I told that bitch I play dumb but never been a fool
(Huh what)
My dick is a drug so baby don't you get stuck like glue
(Huh What Yeah)
Cheesing while I count the money I swear I'm excited
(Cheesing Aye)
Smoking on gas on the moon like I'm here on a assignment
F*cked your bitch hair look a mess she told it's the climate
Sorry I'm a Zoe so therefore I got to be grimy aye
Body-more is where my killers at
I got the juice to get you whacked
Flipping and flipping and flipping packs
I cock it back till a nigga rat
Not feeling sorry for no bimbo
Bullets flying like torpedos
Laugh at niggas like their Nemo
She kiss you right after she deep throats aye
NDC yeah the squad yeah that's gang gang
Gotta ball money call it go ring ring
Oh my bad changed the tone it goes Ching Ching
In the club left to right got that lean lean
Double cup pouring up what a feeling
Living life doing right still maintaining
Stack it flip it repeat till it touch the ceiling
If I pop out then I'm cooling in the club I ain't trynna hurt nobody
OG got me all up in the stars told them go get me up Scotty
Double cup yep it's muddy
Iced out wrist it's flooded
30 extended my nina
We the people f*ck the government
He the plug told her f*ck with him
All on a finesse jug
I roll them dutches f*ck woods
Told my lawyer naw ain't no plea deal
We beating these cases like Sugar Ray
If he get snatched up know what to say
Inside the coupe like linguine
Outside the whip look like Santa's slay
Naw nigga I don't fly sober
Passed that safe popped a Xanax
Jersey on with some damn sweats
Kicks on my feet they're retro
Lor bad bitch but I only want the neck though
Free Juice Free Juice Free Reck too
I'm passing out free Juice
I'm passing out free juice
Prescription lean by the liter
Pill bottles full of sleepers
I was selling work by the needles
Needs to tell you I was with them creepers
That'll pop at night and they'll eat you
I need his money your money I'm greedy
When I'm on imma bring all of my people's
STR the gang we don't need you
Writer: Young Bo, Reginald Gustave, Vachensky Toussaint
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