Jugg Flow

Look, imma Crash, but I'm not gonna say it to you Yo Yo, yo, yo Ride round town I'm to damn Yo Yo, yo, yo Ride round town I'm to damn geeked A 30 ball inside my jeans Yo Yo, yo, yo Yo Yo, yo, yo Ride round town I'm to damn geeked A 30 ball inside my jeans R.I.P. Inside G3 Eyes so damn red bitch I can't see Cartier, on top of my piece Got sticks like Navy That's on me, don't play about 3 I spin for free It ain't about juggs then I won't speak Fear no man, don't speak no lies Got sticks like trees when I'm outside Pop my door and let it ride me F*ck your feelings, not my kind Swipe shit out, he not my guy I'm paranoid, don't get behind No tic, tac, toe, no eye for eye But cross him out, get out of line Get out my top and up that bitch I feel it's smoke and Grab that stick, men in black That throw up six, we knock on doors No treat, get tricked Young as f*ck, I pulled a lick At ten years old was fucking shit Life of a thug like Tupac, bitch "Take What From Who"? Like you not, bitch In my mode, bitch I be chilling Pop a, yeah, no penicillin All that cap like you be killin Niggas vibe what I'm not feelin Stamp your ass for some attention Me, Mike wick , bitch, we be blitzin Get up with him, f*ck that dissin Take him, down, that's how I'm livin That shit you rap, that's how I'm comin On your block with speakers dumpin Get that choppa and go monkey Rock out, nigga, I go dummy Out my mind off 1800 With hella drugs inside my stomach Did some shit might make you vomit, Tap down lo, if you try runnin Uh yeah, Do that, nigga If you dare, keep it on me don't reach or stair Hella smoke inside the air Lil' bro don't think, ain't all the way there Beat 'em drunk, we don't play fair No love, no feelings, I don't care I don't know shit like who or where, yeah Know, I'm that nigga, Mother Nature Inside my liver, big blunt hole cookie, and dead niggas, Talk that shit and we gon' get you, turned on that.., I won't miss you, soft ass nigga Touch that tissue, eat shit like sharks And yo' ass fishfood, huh, huh "Hawk em down" Tryna hit dude, huh, yeah Turnt the f*ck up, up that glock, boy Don't get fucked up, broke-ass boy Ain't got no burner Pink and green like Timmy and Turner Pussy boy, boy don't get murdered Play with quez, some shit ain't hearda Boy want smoke get cooked like burgers Not the same, bitch, you act nervous Out this bitch, you scared as f*ck Aye tap that windshield better duck We on feet with semis, tucked Ain't worry about shit, like who want war with us Scottie P, I come in clutch Put poles to face like, give it up Or walk you down and chalk you up Pop yo' ass, you think you tough Uh yea