[Intro]
That's your bitch, I ran through that
Best believe that I do that
Wavy nigga, no durag
Run up on me, let the tool blast
[Verse]
I'ma leave 'em in the past, yeah
I've been countin' up the cash, yeah
Rich nigga, I brag (Yeah), three million in the pants (Yeah)
Two thousand for the pants, make a bitch dirty dance (Yeah)
Chip on my shoulder, no Pringles can
Desert on my hip, no Eagle's fan, yeah
Bitch, I be fresh like a mannequin
Your nigga fake like a mannequin
Gucci all over my flander, then
I know these niggas can't handle it
Destroy thе beat like a vandalist
Ice cold, avalanchе, I'ma fuck her, she from France
Two hundred on juice, man
Thick white bitch, juice, man
I don't really wanna do it, man
That's your bitch, ran through that
Best believe that we do that
Wavy nigga, no durag
Pop on the scene, like, "Who that?"
Niggas like, "Where is Juice at?"
They know Juice got the juice, man
Cock it back and I shoot that
Run up on me, better get back
Choppa came with a kickback
I just pulled up to the kickback
Where is you bitch at? I'm finna take that
Like a arm, I'ma break that back