Jugg

First young nigga to pop it like this But I won't take the credit for starting this shit Can't name nobody who a artist like this Beat from the back, tell her, arch it like this This tape that I'm droppin', I'm poppin' my shit Last nigga, that diss got popped in his shit Treat my flltt like a guitar, I'm rockin' this shit Man, let me get started and shit I was the first young nigga to sing on the beat with no drums Been gettin' all this shit, done Shittin' on niggas, I literally do it for fun Tryna tell y'all I'm the one Ma ain't believe in me, I'ma say, look at your son Rackin' a new honey bun Sorry to say it, but some of y'all niggas is buns I think y'all niggas should run Most of y'all niggas be cap like ya'll swipin' for real Don't even know how to punch I was the same young nigga that everybody used to laugh at Now your main bitch tryna hunch These niggas my sons, I abandon my kids, I'm a bad dad Smoove gotta Drake, came from Baghdad You better back-back, Sin got the flltt in his backpack Smack in the clip like a fat ass Stay out the way, always been out the mix off the radar Barely been showin' my face card, man y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with me Man, I swear that I hate y'all Draggin' my nuts like a race car Pussy nigga no steppa for real, tryna take the whole face off Ball like LeBron in the playoffs You ain't jammin' shit at the line, tryna take something from me, I take off So I think lil bro better play off All them niggas that left when I ain't even have a dime I'm just glad y'all niggas flaked off Because I touch so much money, way more than a dime It's like I'm havin' a bake-off Love when I'm fuckin' my girl and I look in her eyes It's like she can't turn her lake off BUE really built this shit from the ground up Did it and ain't take a break off Nigga, f*ck what y'all niggas talkin' about And I, and I got the situation gang in the back with me, nigga F*ck wrong with em', nigga And it's top bird, but I'm, I'm flyest of the birds I'm the lieutenant of this shit Alright, come on, let's do it Told them niggas that they wanna talk about music They gotta pay that fee Every time I touch a mic, be goin' so stupid Twin say lil brudda, you tweak Niggas be makin' excuses bout not gettin' to it I swear that shit for the weak Because my niggas don't work And I swear to God, they touch a new 10 every week One of my shooters, you don't even know who he is He wear glasses, you think he a geek All of these niggas be capped out I got em' mapped out They gotta pay me to speak A nigga done touched bout a 100 But I swear it's nothin Ain't even tappin' my peak Know that I fly with the birds Some sippin' on syrup Drinkin' a pint through they beak Alright, come on I want a big bag, big bag bout to Go sign me a deal, know ya'll I'm big mad Crazy how you was just dissin' on a nigga Now you wanna be cool with your bitch ass Ain't never been in no competition with no nigga Bitch you always been last Been makin' hits since the age of 15 My music's already been gas Every bitch that I had and I passed You can ask if they been bad Even if she came and gave a nigga kiss I still bet you that that bitch brag Write another name, scratch him off the list Leave a nigga in a shit bag Every time a nigga diss, I'm gettin' richer By the minute, know let's speak facts Let's get it, let's do it lil' nigga All my pockets, they stupid lil' nigga Catch a opp ima pop, at his top nigga Talkin' bout shit, come and do it, lil' nigga Bitch