Call me old fashioned I don't f*ck with all these bitches
I ain't messing with these hoes and I ain't fraternize with snitches
I be getting all this money I'm acquiring these riches
Imma put 'em in a body bag and leave' em all in ditches AY
You know I only keep it real
See me in the street and you be worried that I'm gripping steel
I ain't rich yet I lay my paycheck down for every meal
I only spit the truth and I make that shit sound so surreal
I ain't in no gang but I still do cocaine
When I blow my brains out, call me Kurt Cobain
When I'm in the foreign and I'm switching 4 lanes
Your bitch in the passenger, she gon' give me good brain
I don't f*ck with her, if she a Plain Jane
When I got the glock, I ain't playing no game
You act like you the shit but you is real lame
All these girls gonna make me go insane
Okay
No way
Play these games
Croquet
She bounce on my dick like tigga
You know my stack getting bigga
I'll be tweakin' out like I be in the crackspot
Bitches hating, never give a shit about slop
Pull a motherf*cking Thugga bitch I get hot
Pull-up on my squad your little ass gon' get shot
I don't give a shit about a f*cking thot
Smoking all this reggie, smoking all that pot
Put it on her face, do that shit a lot
Lemme see that ass, pull a f*cking squat
Getting all them racks, getting all that paper
I don't smoke cigs I'm smoking all that vapor
Get her going, gotta put her ass in labor
My beats are better, Futuristic, call me greater
Let them 808s hit, blast the sub
Let them bitches party hard, hit the club
Let them alcoholics drink, hit the pub
Smoking on the strub, bitch we hit the *ah*
Ay you know they can't trust me in the whip
Rolling down the streets and I be pulling up quick
Second I get home boy you know that imma trip
Pass the cart boy you know that imma hit that shit
Ain't got shit to do so you know that imma hit the booth
This a Public service bitch because I only spit the truth
Dick is like candy and your girl got a sweet tooth
Always represent shout it with me kids RIP JUICE
Thane - RIP Juice (feat. Beyond Human, Yvng Tox & N4T3) Lyrics
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Call me old fashioned I don't f*ck with all these bitches
I ain't messing with these hoes and I ain't fraternize with snitches
I be getting all this money I'm acquiring these riches
Imma put 'em in a body bag and leave' em all in ditches AY
You know I only keep it real
See me in the street and you be worried that I'm gripping steel
I ain't rich yet I lay my paycheck down for every meal
I only spit the truth and I make that shit sound so surreal
I ain't in no gang but I still do cocaine
When I blow my brains out, call me Kurt Cobain
When I'm in the foreign and I'm switching 4 lanes
Your bitch in the passenger, she gon' give me good brain
I don't f*ck with her, if she a Plain Jane
When I got the glock, I ain't playing no game
You act like you the shit but you is real lame
All these girls gonna make me go insane
Okay
No way
Play these games
Croquet
She bounce on my dick like tigga
You know my stack getting bigga
I'll be tweakin' out like I be in the crackspot
Bitches hating, never give a shit about slop
Pull a motherf*cking Thugga bitch I get hot
Pull-up on my squad your little ass gon' get shot
I don't give a shit about a f*cking thot
Smoking all this reggie, smoking all that pot
Put it on her face, do that shit a lot
Lemme see that ass, pull a f*cking squat
Getting all them racks, getting all that paper
I don't smoke cigs I'm smoking all that vapor
Get her going, gotta put her ass in labor
My beats are better, Futuristic, call me greater
Let them 808s hit, blast the sub
Let them bitches party hard, hit the club
Let them alcoholics drink, hit the pub
Smoking on the strub, bitch we hit the *ah*
Ay you know they can't trust me in the whip
Rolling down the streets and I be pulling up quick
Second I get home boy you know that imma trip
Pass the cart boy you know that imma hit that shit
Ain't got shit to do so you know that imma hit the booth
This a Public service bitch because I only spit the truth
Dick is like candy and your girl got a sweet tooth
Always represent shout it with me kids RIP JUICE
I ain't messing with these hoes and I ain't fraternize with snitches
I be getting all this money I'm acquiring these riches
Imma put 'em in a body bag and leave' em all in ditches AY
You know I only keep it real
See me in the street and you be worried that I'm gripping steel
I ain't rich yet I lay my paycheck down for every meal
I only spit the truth and I make that shit sound so surreal
I ain't in no gang but I still do cocaine
When I blow my brains out, call me Kurt Cobain
When I'm in the foreign and I'm switching 4 lanes
Your bitch in the passenger, she gon' give me good brain
I don't f*ck with her, if she a Plain Jane
When I got the glock, I ain't playing no game
You act like you the shit but you is real lame
All these girls gonna make me go insane
Okay
No way
Play these games
Croquet
She bounce on my dick like tigga
You know my stack getting bigga
I'll be tweakin' out like I be in the crackspot
Bitches hating, never give a shit about slop
Pull a motherf*cking Thugga bitch I get hot
Pull-up on my squad your little ass gon' get shot
I don't give a shit about a f*cking thot
Smoking all this reggie, smoking all that pot
Put it on her face, do that shit a lot
Lemme see that ass, pull a f*cking squat
Getting all them racks, getting all that paper
I don't smoke cigs I'm smoking all that vapor
Get her going, gotta put her ass in labor
My beats are better, Futuristic, call me greater
Let them 808s hit, blast the sub
Let them bitches party hard, hit the club
Let them alcoholics drink, hit the pub
Smoking on the strub, bitch we hit the *ah*
Ay you know they can't trust me in the whip
Rolling down the streets and I be pulling up quick
Second I get home boy you know that imma trip
Pass the cart boy you know that imma hit that shit
Ain't got shit to do so you know that imma hit the booth
This a Public service bitch because I only spit the truth
Dick is like candy and your girl got a sweet tooth
Always represent shout it with me kids RIP JUICE
Writer: Big Weed, Joseph Daywalt, Nathan Brewster, Nathan Daywalt
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Thane
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Big Weed, Joseph Daywalt, Nathan Brewster, Nathan Daywalt