Juice Week, Pt. 2 Lyrics

I can't take myself serious like (Another one from you, AimJay) I don't know Don't Yeah, okay My name is Juice I'm on the beat Fuck your mama and your sister, I don't give me a fuck Everybody in this motherfucker turnt up, bitch You can't take niggas serious, they all talk I'll put a nigga on the leash, take him for a walk Why you hoes always mad? It ain't my fault I lounge 'round Double Cs that yo' mama bought You hoes on [?] than a dirty walk Can't argue with a hoe who watch me like a hawk 411 and the bitches bitches giving [?] Aye, need a gangster? Nah, babe, I need a big trick Hottest in the city and my taste expensivе Counting bad bitches got to count me twice Nеver bought a piece of jewelry, niggas drip being nice Spoil like KK, but commas in the bank Bitch, this ain't no come Hoes better up their rank Turn your favorite nigga to my biggest spender Thought he was a spender but I got that nigga tender Uh, you ate, Nay! Yeah! Uh, uh Fuck a gangsta, baby Come and ride with a thug Out the way, push a play, what you say? Fuck you in Bahamas, ducking all the drama With a flight to LA 'cause the Bay overrated Pound the pussy out, now I got her all sedated Shitting on your ex nigga, I know that he hate it I'm a bad guy, that's how they wanna frame it Do you want a thug, baby girl? Could you tame it? West Oakland, bitch, Tuesday I like a nigga who like to lay low Jet set, island Pick a bitch up with a Draco Me and my man, we on a island, hoe Ocean breeze, palm trees Backshots on a balcony I like a darkskin nigga with a big dick, spoil me Wire me a check We in West Oakland We like that type, Saweetie, bitch Yeah Need a what? Big P It's Big Pinas, bitch Real crazy, no switch Got all these niggas feenin', I'm a real go-to bitch Y'all hoes ain't shit, try to step, get dismissed You fuck around me, you gon' get that ass clipped