Juice

Thirsty, thirsty, trynna choose

I mean I know, I'm pretty cool

My Nitty bag, my kitty boost

I got the juice, I got the juice

CHANO, Chathams own

Foolies glad I'm home

Even my haters kinda glad I'm on

Rest In Peace to my Vagabond

Rapper song, singer - suspended, subpoena

For misdemeanors, dreamer, held back ass is lowkey still a senior

And I still shake up BO Squad, praying for my BroGods

City on the Come Up, shout that nigga Sosa!

Shout my nigga Fat Trel, shout my nigga Joseph

Playing Buenos Aires while they sleepin' Buenos Noches!

Wonder if I wrote this cause it's so crisp

The most brokest cold stock broker winter solstice

I could win an Oscar, Russian Accent Husky

Acid addict, Costly avid Actor

Kevin Costner

Ahhhhhh! Turn up turn up!

Juice! (Juice!)

Juice! (Juice!)

Juice! (Juice!)

Juice! (Juice!)

I got the juice, I got the juice (YUP)

Juice! (Juice!)

Juice! (Juice!)

Juice! (Juice!)

Juice! (Juice!)

I got the juice, I got the juice (YUP)

God give me one sentence more

Maybe I just gotta get suspended more?

Hash tag it, get mentions for it

Make you love it, get it trending more

And then act humble

Hear some bull that some dude mumble

Wantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you

Knowin bitch niggas wanna bring guns to the rumbles, igh!

But I love y'all souls

Don't let the juice spill Pac!

Blue pill pop

Til you feel good enough to pop the popped bitch in the blue hills yop!

That one - drown in the juice nigga

Hunnid proof get "fountain-of-youth"ed nigga

Stop with all the trynna introduce nigga

Everybody know you dude you the new nigga!

Hows it feel to be you, yo no se

I ain't really been myself since Rod passed

I ain't even really need that shop class

I ain't really been weak since pops smashed

I'm a genius, a mothafuckin pop smash

Hit sensei, master

Jack and Lindsey, Wiley, Kembe

Been paid, 10Day been they FAFSA

Ahhhhhh! Turn up turn up!

Yup, Juuugo

You never tasted paper

Tripped, racing yaself trynna chase the paper

I just faced a Vega

And you love being Kobe when you make the lay up

Till you realize everybody in the world fuckin hates the Lakers, Hahaha

And then everybody wanna sip, til the juice spill everybody want a bib

And then everybody wanna dip

Told you I ain't worried, I ain't scared of the booth

All you can do is spit a verse of the truth

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

And the thirst just the worst it's the curse of the juice

Juice, juice, juice, juice. Yup.

Juice, juice, juice, juice. Yup.