"Juliet" lyrics
41 Lyrics
(performed by Kyle Richh & Jenn Carter)
[Jenn Carter:]
(Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
(Damn YP, you mixed this?)
(Honcho)
Gang, gang, gang
Keep Scrollin' dickhead
For my brothers I'm takin' that risk (Rah, rah)
Like, need a baddie to hold on a grip (Glah-glah, boom, bitch)
Don't come around if you droppin' my shit
I'm with KR and Jerry lookin' for a hit
Brodie told me to chill, but I can't (Glah, glah)
I'ma keep rappin' just give me a what? (Glah, glah)
Brodie shoot he don't need double hands (What? Damn)
Bullets gon' hit him they makin' him dance (Glah-glah, boom)
And for RayRay this .40 gon' spark
No Helen Keller, so shoot through the dark
How you get caught in a tank like a shark?
Like 41 we not fallin' apart
Did a drill, had to change up the hoodie
DTB and I'm feelin' like Boogie (Feelin' like Boogie)
That bitch a thot she gon' fuck cause I'm hot
How you say you on court but you niggas is pussy
That boy touchin' the ground yes
Fuck around spin in a black tech
.40 ain't making no sound yet
I'ma just do it like Nike, check (Glah-glah, boom)
Talkin' on 41? Aight bet
I'ma demon don't get me upset
Pull up to Saks and forget what I spent
Lack on a block and these bitches is bent
That bitch a thot and she gon' fuck off the- (What?)
How you say you on court, but you cinnamon?
Knock on my body I keep the adrenaline
Bullets gon' knock em out like its medicine, gang
Bro in a store, he ain't hittin' on innocent
He a demon and end up on citizen
KR be tweakin' my nigga is militant
[Kyle Richh:]
Like what? Put the beam on his ligaments
PTSD bitch I'm Clutchin' on Julie
Juliet go make it a movie, what?
You niggas know what I do, I-I spot an opp then bust that u-ie
Spin through, oot at his crew
Li-like she a wetty, she shakin' it on me, what?
Pass me a Glock with a beam on the bottom
I up it and dump out the stoley
One-one shot (No fluke)
[?] is a fraud, he is not even Woo
Big EBK put my trust in nobody
I do not regret all the shots that I threw
Off the 'migos, she turned to a smooch
Put-Put a whole in his head like a CD
She geekin' tryna get neeky
You cheat, I cheat, please don't keet me
You-you throw, I throw
Dump out the V, spot a flex I'ma blow, what?
Thottie she drivin' the boat
He tried to run caught a shot to the toe, like
Why the fuck would you diss on a post?
Bend through that block bitch I'm lookin' for KJ
How you tough and they jackin' you told?
[Jenn Carter:]
Run down I'ma oot it like Caine Frame
I'ma ooter don't care what you jack
Load up my gun while I hit from the back
Too tact', I cannot lack, like opp thots, so I keep me a strap
My bitch a demon she off of the medical
(And you niggas is movin' too federal)
And you niggas is not on my pedestal
How you gon' fuck with the opps 'cause we deaded you?
When I'm writin' I'm off of the 'migos
Like with the beam you get shot through the peephole
When I shoot perfect aim like a free throw
No execution this shot is so lethal
We gon' aim for his liver
4-1 the gang and we still gettin' bigger, damn
[Kyle Richh:]
Glah
Light up a gun on that nigga, he tried to run
I go dumb on that trigger
Like-like what? who really gangsta?
How you tough and you givin' your gang up?
Dissin' the gang that's on bro he get flamed up
Spin through put the beam on his what?
Lil-lil thottie she feenin to fuck
Big-big gun oot at his crew
Throw five, you throw two
Pass-pass me the deucey, they know I go ku', what?
[Outro:]
(Damn YP, you mixed this?)
(Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
(Damn YP, you mixed this?)
(Honcho)
Gang, gang, gang
Keep Scrollin' dickhead
For my brothers I'm takin' that risk (Rah, rah)
Like, need a baddie to hold on a grip (Glah-glah, boom, bitch)
Don't come around if you droppin' my shit
I'm with KR and Jerry lookin' for a hit
Brodie told me to chill, but I can't (Glah, glah)
I'ma keep rappin' just give me a what? (Glah, glah)
Brodie shoot he don't need double hands (What? Damn)
Bullets gon' hit him they makin' him dance (Glah-glah, boom)
And for RayRay this .40 gon' spark
No Helen Keller, so shoot through the dark
How you get caught in a tank like a shark?
Like 41 we not fallin' apart
Did a drill, had to change up the hoodie
DTB and I'm feelin' like Boogie (Feelin' like Boogie)
That bitch a thot she gon' fuck cause I'm hot
How you say you on court but you niggas is pussy
That boy touchin' the ground yes
Fuck around spin in a black tech
.40 ain't making no sound yet
I'ma just do it like Nike, check (Glah-glah, boom)
Talkin' on 41? Aight bet
I'ma demon don't get me upset
Pull up to Saks and forget what I spent
Lack on a block and these bitches is bent
That bitch a thot and she gon' fuck off the- (What?)
How you say you on court, but you cinnamon?
Knock on my body I keep the adrenaline
Bullets gon' knock em out like its medicine, gang
Bro in a store, he ain't hittin' on innocent
He a demon and end up on citizen
KR be tweakin' my nigga is militant
[Kyle Richh:]
Like what? Put the beam on his ligaments
PTSD bitch I'm Clutchin' on Julie
Juliet go make it a movie, what?
You niggas know what I do, I-I spot an opp then bust that u-ie
Spin through, oot at his crew
Li-like she a wetty, she shakin' it on me, what?
Pass me a Glock with a beam on the bottom
I up it and dump out the stoley
One-one shot (No fluke)
[?] is a fraud, he is not even Woo
Big EBK put my trust in nobody
I do not regret all the shots that I threw
Off the 'migos, she turned to a smooch
Put-Put a whole in his head like a CD
She geekin' tryna get neeky
You cheat, I cheat, please don't keet me
You-you throw, I throw
Dump out the V, spot a flex I'ma blow, what?
Thottie she drivin' the boat
He tried to run caught a shot to the toe, like
Why the fuck would you diss on a post?
Bend through that block bitch I'm lookin' for KJ
How you tough and they jackin' you told?
[Jenn Carter:]
Run down I'ma oot it like Caine Frame
I'ma ooter don't care what you jack
Load up my gun while I hit from the back
Too tact', I cannot lack, like opp thots, so I keep me a strap
My bitch a demon she off of the medical
(And you niggas is movin' too federal)
And you niggas is not on my pedestal
How you gon' fuck with the opps 'cause we deaded you?
When I'm writin' I'm off of the 'migos
Like with the beam you get shot through the peephole
When I shoot perfect aim like a free throw
No execution this shot is so lethal
We gon' aim for his liver
4-1 the gang and we still gettin' bigger, damn
[Kyle Richh:]
Glah
Light up a gun on that nigga, he tried to run
I go dumb on that trigger
Like-like what? who really gangsta?
How you tough and you givin' your gang up?
Dissin' the gang that's on bro he get flamed up
Spin through put the beam on his what?
Lil-lil thottie she feenin to fuck
Big-big gun oot at his crew
Throw five, you throw two
Pass-pass me the deucey, they know I go ku', what?
[Outro:]
(Damn YP, you mixed this?)
