Juicer Cru - Fanboy & Chum Chum

If I ever fall off I'm finna bounce back
All the opps yeah some pussies
Yeah
They some house cats
Got pulled over with it
Stuffed right under the floor mat
I got away with it
Cuz I stuck right to the format
If you see the twelve
Push the gas
Nigga cuz we gon floor dat
Hit yo bitch on a Thursday
Cuz we know that bitch a throwback
Why you take that bitch on a trip
you couldn't afford that
And I'm giving the glock no pass
Nigga I'm Kobe for that
My bitch stuff the pills in her pussy like she pregnant
Caught a opp lacking then I send his ass to heaven
Yeah convenient like seven eleven
Why would I care about a bitch that look like a gremlin
Opps think they cats
Like they got nine live or sumn
Nah nigga it's gonna be a glock nine that take your life or sumn
When I slide on the opps
Nigga I don't need the drum
Just give me the stock that came with the mother fucking gun
All the opps goofy
Yeah they fucking goobers
Yeah I'm finna slide up on em like they ordered Ubers
Iont care about that shit cuz I'm feeling super
8 glocks
8 chops
Don't pull up with a ruger
The opps scared of me
I'm in they dreams
Nigga Freddy Krueger
Your bitch still wanna fuck me
Stupid
Yeah she need a tutor
I treat hoes like YG
Nigga I just toot and boot it
And iont pay for ubers after I fuck
Bitch scoot it
Name ain't Ice cube
But a nigga yeah he been ruthless
If I put this metal to your mouth
Ima leave you toothless
Had to put lil bro on the opps
He had to play it stupid
Left a nigga out his fucking head
He's a fucking
Hol on bro do not say that
We finna knock his head off for a paycheck
All that shit he said
Yeah he gonna have to face that
Put a bullet in between his eyes like a face tat
Not just a rapper if spottem then I droppem
My bitch hella spoiled if she want them
Then I cop em
Shorty hella stupid she can not stay in her lane
So she gon set the opps up cuz she think it's a game
Yeah this bitch smart
Yeah she gives me head it's brain
Bitch talking like she love me
Bitch is you fucking insane
Iont want no toxic bitch
I want a bitch I can tame
Like when I shoot at the opps cuz it's easy to aim
Me and bro used to passing bitches like we CP3
Cuz when we was broke we used to split the bag like it was fifty fifty
Damn ru I'm tired of making hooks for songs like I'm Kareem
I'm just finna go and fuck a bitch while I'm off a perky
Roll over spark up
The opps got me feeling good
My bitch pack my bag
Just so I can go and hit a jug
If it go successful
Then I'm gonna go hit my plug
Then I hit the road without a state
Just to double up
I like a damaged bitch because she just listen better
But I can not fuck no bitch unless she got some cheddar
Latin maid for the crib
Her name is Loretta
Fuck a message for the opps because I wrote a letter

Written by:
Juicer Cru

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