Finatic - Juice

Gang, Aye Gang
Blttt, Aye Bow
Aye Aye Aye, Gang
Gang, Finatic ImSoSlimee
Gang Gang, Gang Gang
Gang, Gang Gang
Gang, Gang
Yo' bitch love the way I talk, she said I "got the juice"
She said she "wanna do it", "Girl, go ahead, I ain't stoppin' you"
Why you on my dick?, boy that's corny, I'll pop on you
Bullets gon' annihilate, send em', they gon follow you
Nigga, you ain't sonnin' me, who the fuck you talkin' to ?
I'll get yo' ass lined up, have them chalkin' you
She like, "Boy, come over here, I want to talk to you"
Then, she got on her knees, and she said, "I want to swallow you"
I get aggravated, throwin' shells, let em' bother you
Fourty do karate, let it kick, bullets choppin' you
Brodie tryna slide, shit electric, now we shockin' you
Blicky makin' music, call it punk, now it's rockin' you
Call bro' said, "We bout' to spin like a ballerina"
Bullets bite, alligator
Tear em' up, take his paper
Line em' up, thats a shape up
Tombstone, Undertaker
Slidin' off a scooter, bullets sharp, like a fuckin' razor
Like a fuckin' razor
Put the oven on his head, he got a baked potato
Runnin' to the loose leaf, I'm a paper chaser
He get out of line, cut his ass, fuck a taper
Now, we throwin' rounds, split his head, fuck a bagel
That lil' nigga chips, crunch him, bitch you a fuckin' pringle
Rounds in his head, now he in the sky, fuck a angel
Bullets straighten up, lay him flat, like a fuckin' table
Gang, Bitch
Call bro' said, "We bout' to spin like a ballerina"
Bullets bite, alligator
Tear em' up, take his paper
Line em' up, thats a shape up
Tombstone, Undertaker
Slidin' off a scooter, bullets sharp, like a fuckin' razor
Like a fuckin' razor
Put the oven on his head, he got a baked potato
Runnin' to the loose leaf, I'm a paper chaser
He get out of line, cut his ass, fuck a taper
Now, we throwin' rounds, split his head, fuck a bagel

Written by:
Abdullah Bey

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