"Jungle Juice" lyrics
Lil Double 0, LUCKI & Lil Crix Lyrics
Ayy
(Ayy, Xair, you made this bitch)
What I say, nigga?
All hell breakin' loose
Turn an opp nigga to Jamba Juice
Put a crouton on the back of this Gen5, why?
So I can shoot at you
Mm, hoppin' out like kangaroo
Draco hit him in the side of his head, turn it to baby food
Bitch, I been had rank up in these streets, these niggas brag 'bout motion
I can't wait to catch 'em lackin', they turn to melatonin, sleep
Ayy, I fucked, she said that dick potent
I could tell a story, on God, just like I'm Tim Fulton
Have a bad bitch set the move because I think you sweet
Bring your best killer out, I'll make him use his feet
Your nigga died for pickin' sides and postin' online for tweets
Made niggas slide for weeks
I can't trust no nigga, got four pistols up inside this Jeep
Micro Drac' won't miss a beat, large amount, now he can't think
Uh, nigga, can't be Walk Down, he ain't out that car, get out on feet
Go dig your dirty dog up, in the ground, forever sleep
I'm way too up for downers, pop a Perc', I ain't even sleep
I'm comin' down, bitch, don't wanna talk until I get some sleep
I'm poppin' Addy, can't get the phone, I'm focused, lookin' for lean
My shawty ride strikers, he on fire, think he got a fleet
I'm signin' hoes, got Booby Trap feel like a meet-and-greet
Outfit Chrome, plastic gun, liter on the cheap
V12 AMG, beauty and the beast
I'm a slime, she a slime, we what we need to be
I got money, cars, hoes, I got codeine with me
I'm from the drugs, hoes, violence, baby, it need to be
I rock with G's, they right or right, they get you left for me
Can't do me wrong or do me right, 'cause she can't get nothin' from me
I'm drinkin' syrup on a flight, goin' out the country geeked
Ten tens times a hundred, that's enough for me
(All hell breakin' loose)
Ain't made a dime up off the chopper, he can rap on beat
She took a piece of the G6, now she can't go to sleep
Backdoor, he got triple crossed, walked down and got what he need
Uh, I'm with big slime, he with the movin', all he know is tweak
With Tune in Skyami gettin' mannish, pour pints through the week
(All hell breakin' loose
Lil' bruh 'nem hop out with ARs and shoot and make the news, nigga)
All hell breakin' loose
Turn an opp nigga to Jamba Juice
Put a crouton on the back of this Gen5, why?
So I can shoot at you
Mm, hoppin' out like kangaroo
Draco hit him in the side of his head, turn it to baby food
Bitch, I been had rank up in these streets, these niggas brag 'bout motion
I can't wait to catch 'em lackin', they turn to melatonin, sleep
(Ayy, Xair, you made this bitch)
What I say, nigga?
All hell breakin' loose
Turn an opp nigga to Jamba Juice
Put a crouton on the back of this Gen5, why?
So I can shoot at you
Mm, hoppin' out like kangaroo
Draco hit him in the side of his head, turn it to baby food
Bitch, I been had rank up in these streets, these niggas brag 'bout motion
I can't wait to catch 'em lackin', they turn to melatonin, sleep
Ayy, I fucked, she said that dick potent
I could tell a story, on God, just like I'm Tim Fulton
Have a bad bitch set the move because I think you sweet
Bring your best killer out, I'll make him use his feet
Your nigga died for pickin' sides and postin' online for tweets
Made niggas slide for weeks
I can't trust no nigga, got four pistols up inside this Jeep
Micro Drac' won't miss a beat, large amount, now he can't think
Uh, nigga, can't be Walk Down, he ain't out that car, get out on feet
Go dig your dirty dog up, in the ground, forever sleep
I'm way too up for downers, pop a Perc', I ain't even sleep
I'm comin' down, bitch, don't wanna talk until I get some sleep
I'm poppin' Addy, can't get the phone, I'm focused, lookin' for lean
My shawty ride strikers, he on fire, think he got a fleet
I'm signin' hoes, got Booby Trap feel like a meet-and-greet
Outfit Chrome, plastic gun, liter on the cheap
V12 AMG, beauty and the beast
I'm a slime, she a slime, we what we need to be
I got money, cars, hoes, I got codeine with me
I'm from the drugs, hoes, violence, baby, it need to be
I rock with G's, they right or right, they get you left for me
Can't do me wrong or do me right, 'cause she can't get nothin' from me
I'm drinkin' syrup on a flight, goin' out the country geeked
Ten tens times a hundred, that's enough for me
(All hell breakin' loose)
Ain't made a dime up off the chopper, he can rap on beat
She took a piece of the G6, now she can't go to sleep
Backdoor, he got triple crossed, walked down and got what he need
Uh, I'm with big slime, he with the movin', all he know is tweak
With Tune in Skyami gettin' mannish, pour pints through the week
(All hell breakin' loose
Lil' bruh 'nem hop out with ARs and shoot and make the news, nigga)
All hell breakin' loose
Turn an opp nigga to Jamba Juice
Put a crouton on the back of this Gen5, why?
So I can shoot at you
Mm, hoppin' out like kangaroo
Draco hit him in the side of his head, turn it to baby food
Bitch, I been had rank up in these streets, these niggas brag 'bout motion
I can't wait to catch 'em lackin', they turn to melatonin, sleep
