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