[Intro]
Juice- Juice
Peysoh how you do that?

[Verse 1]
I was on the block when shit was funky
He upped in less than five somebody help
Him get some money, sloppy shooter almost
Popped a homie bitch you clueless walkin'
Through the mall, bitches chase me cause they love
Me (nah for real though)

[Verse 2]
(n***as famous, shit is crazy I tell you, bitches really
Chase me out the mall, on gang)
My wrist so icy like my shit is strapped up out the
Freezer, my money counter broke I had to count it with
My fingers, don't shop at frеsh and fitted we be cashin'
I don't need it, if I еver say "fuck you" on your block then
I mean it, brodie sniped the (ah) on his chop now he fienin
They said he went to Rymie for them buss-down pieces
If you up your pop thats on bro better squeeze it (better squeeze it)

[Chorus]
Ever n***a you see with me they a demon (they a demon) 12-7
Jackboys we some hethn-neens (some hethn-neens) in all
Black they like who the fuck there creepin' we just pulled a 4
But pull another I ain' leavin' with a gangster bitch she whiped
A pistol out her cleavage, ball hog uppy he trynna score (n***a)
[Chorus]
And we ain't turnin' down shit this was slow (on my bro)
Pistol poppin' every hot boy goin blow I know im getting
Money but so what I need some mo' I just knocked some
Toes but I need another hoe sender up the road get that
Bitch, had her comfort better get sum money out that
Hoe don't just fuck her (n***a) boys on our ass
Hit the gas they on our bumper (skrrt)