Pickle Juice

Yeah Why they do that? Uh, nah, nah Big Dill been runnin' his lil' lips too much, uh Step out that job or you will get touched Frenemy to enemy, 101 Crank a 90 to your head, two drums, one pump I run with big dawg, and you ain't got no skills How you gon' be in the building when it's zero builds? On sight, Lamborghini with the Off-White wheels Red-dot, headshot, now you done lost your shields I done dropped in, now you can't manage (can't manage) The only club you gon' be in is a sandwich (is a sandwich) What? I got a piece tucked out, a creeker'll cut your whole squad up We coulda kept it Kosher, now you lickin' green water, cucumber (Bullets may fly 'round, but I lay down) It really didn't have to be like this, man We could've kept it sweet, or spicy (I feel safe and sound on solid ground) But you turned it sour Now I gotta eat you for real, yeah The tune ain't the only thing that's automatic I drop V-Bucks on your head, yeah, that's baller status Troublin' you with W's, it's all that matters 'Cause all I do is win-win, like my song with Khaled You threaten me, then you better be ready BD Baretta's swingin', turn you to relish immediately Huh, the nerve Pickle, I could serve pickles So you better watch your words, Pickle 'Less you got some Slurp in you Her-pizzle? Not at all, my guy I know you lawless, but, that's just not the law my guy You need to find a bank to rob, this ain't a job, your time's up This Crime City, they'll turn your mind into brain-mush Click, click, doot-doot-doot That ain't your line, bruh Doot-doot, doot-doot-doot-doot I get you lined up 'Coulda been cool, now, I gotta get these verses off me All these flavors in the world, now you choose to be salty Now it's up