Letras
Hey man, what's wrong with you
Fuck you lookin' at nigga
I'm still tryna find out, nigga
Hol' on, hol' on, oh, we got a problem here
Ou, ay, I got the juice
I got the drop on all you niggas pretendin' that you finna shoot
Ou, ay, what you gone do?
You say you been runnin' the streets, nah, they runnin' you
Ou, ay, I got the juice
I got the drop on all you niggas pretendin' that you finna shoot
Ou, ay, what you gone do?
You say you been runnin' the streets, nah, they runnin' you
Niggas be capping on apps, flashing the stacks and the straps
If you really had a stack, get yo momma out the trap
Get yo granny out the trap, why she livin' like that
Wouldn't wanna be you, you do more for niggas that don't got your back
Boy you are not a man, real men support the fam
Say you got it out the mud, more like, out the sand
Niggas minds in a box, sly like a fox, knew you was a op, streets got the drop
Put this on my grave
Boy, you ain't shit to the streets you a lame
Come up in my face and I bet you'll catch a fade
I'm self made
Somebody might die today
Ou, ay, I got the juice
I got the drop on all you niggas pretendin' that you finna shoot
Ou, ay, what you gone do?
You say you been runnin' the streets, nah, they runnin' you
Ou, ay, I got the juice
I got the drop on all you niggas pretendin' that you finna shoot
Ou, ay, what you gone do?
You say you been runnin' the streets, nah, they runnin' you
None of my niggas are dead, I just know dead niggas
Gotta keep them birds away, I'ma bread getter
Jealousy in their face, scared niggas bitter
Cold world, I don't shiver, who the fuck said it was simple
If they needed a hand, you know I always had it
But can they do the same for me, shit, I can't imagine
The type of anger make you wanna put 'em in a casket
But I can't risk my life for somebody who doesn't have it
Put this on my grave
Boy you ain't shit to the streets you a lame
Come up in my face and I bet you'll catch a fade
I'm self made
Somebody might die today
Ou, ay, I got the juice
I got the drop on all you niggas pretendin' that you finna shoot
Ou, ay, what you gone do?
You say you been runnin' the streets, nah, they runnin' you
Ou, ay, I got the juice
I got the drop on all you niggas pretendin' that you finna shoot
Ou, ay, what you gone do?
You say you been runnin' the streets, nah, they runnin' you
The juice
We got a problem here, we got a problem, nigga
Put the gun away nigga
Can we have one night where there ain't no fighting, nobody get shot
Shut up bitch
Bitch I will fuck you up
Punk motherfucker
Justin Davis
O/B/O DistroKid