JUICY J feat. Project Pat - Still Hustlin’

[Juicy J]
Bullet holes leakin’, beeper ain’t beepin,
Four five in my drawrs, got a nigga leanin
Juicy J beastin and my four five singing
When that hoe go off a niggas ears be ringing.
Gangsta nigga doing gangsta shit,
She’ll set a nigga up, that’s right, I got a gangsta bitch.
My young niggas starving and you love it like a bargin
Shooting at the range and you look like the target
You was turned up, now you dearly departed.
I circle through your hood with my dog’s choppas barkin.
The nigga ain’t hard, these pussy niggas flexin
Ran to the car when I pulled out my weapon.
If you snitch you gotta die, if you smoke you gotta buy,
If they arrest your ass you gotta lie.
Need anything I got a guy (dope man)
20 years in the game and I’m still winning
Wasting money rolling weed and I’m still sippin.

[Hook]
I’m very in the game and I’m still gettin it,
Broke up with my ex and I’m still hit it.
A nigga play with me, that stainless steel bussin’
I’m a hustler ’till I die, nigga, I’m still hustlin’.
I’m very in the game and I’m still gettin it,
Broke up with my ex and I’m still hit it.
A nigga play with me, that stainless steel bussin’
I’m a hustler ’till I die, nigga, I’m still hustlin’.

[Project Pat]
County jail, fourth floor, robbery charge, beat a fuck,
HCI Memphis in the hoe, for the firearms
Project born, hood raised, shot niggas in the face,
2001, tried to book me on a murder case
Seen so many prison bars, that’s why I got bars.
Depression had me on them bars, I stay on Mars.
Got my money out the suitcase, so that means is dirty
Police patrol at 7 a.m. so we hustle early,
’cause the early bird gonna get the worm
Play with my bread, choppa spray you like a [?]
Kidnap and murk, niggas over drug dealin
First 48, you see them scary ass niggers squealing.

[Hook]
I’m very in the game and I’m still gettin it,
Broke up with my ex and I’m still hit it.
A nigga play with me, that stainless steel bussin’
I’m a hustler ’till I die, nigga, I’m still hustlin’.
I’m very in the game and I’m still gettin it,
Broke up with my ex and I’m still hit it.
A nigga play with me, that stainless steel bussin’
I’m a hustler ’till I die, nigga, I’m still hustlin’.

JUICY J feat. SpaceGhost Purp and Speakz – Deez Bitches Rollin

[Hook:]
These bitches rolling, we rolling up
Money pouring down, drank pouring up
I’m fucked up, it’s time to fuck
She’s fucked up, it’s time to fuck

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
College hoes love alcohol and popping adderall
And anything that got something to do with withdrawals
They on their highest degree, by swallowing ecstasy
Strippers on campus looking for them grant fees (RATCHET!)
I’m in the chicks dorm room blowing hash
Grabbing ass getting becky that’s that trippy swag
Molly in my system but I ain’t turnt up yet
Smoking paper jets with a blondie and brunette
They snortin blow, I’m double cupping
Juicy toss’ all hoes, no handcuffing
Fuck her once, then fuck her again
Then it’s on to the next, roommates and friends

[Hook]

[Verse 2: SpaceGhostPurrp]
I be that young PURRP, love to flirt, put my dick up in your skirt
Face down ass up that’s the way I make it hurt
Make it twerk on my dick, baby girl don’t you stop that shit
Take that dick, suck a dick for 2030 bitch
Come back, run it back, tell me where the burner at
Nigga talk nigga trip I’m a put him on his back
Lean back smoking pack, fucking with the loud sack
Heart beating fast like I’m about to have a heart attack
Real shit, trill shit, speaking how I feel bitch
Mac shit, pimp shit, till the day I’m still bitch
R.I.P fucking Jitt, RVXDXRKLVN up in this bitch
Fucking with Juicy-J, I’m a punch you in your shit (in your shit…)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Speaks]
You are now dealing with a stone cold pimp, shit
Do it for the nookie but I ain’t Limp Bizkit
Brand new bitch with a cherry red lipstick
She can turn a quick trick, something like a kickflip
Well, how convenient boo, you even brought your kneepads!
And let me hit it raw wearing nothing but my ski mask
And honey that’s a stick-up, but I’m so drunk I hiccup
And I got your uppers, after supper if you need a pick-up
But I never make her drop when the sun goes down
I’ll fuck her all night if the beat slows down, that that down down
I’m on that DJ Quik, I got that sugar free mossberg right up under my hip
And so I’m leaving them chip, if bitches running their lips
I got like 4 in the clip, I gotta couple of zips
And all these Purple Naked Ladies got me feeling like Prince. SWAG

[Hook]

JUICY J – You Want Deez Rackz

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I’m like a nigga gettin’ cream on a triple beam
So much money in my face I’m livin’ a dream
Whips outside
Bitches wanna ride
Cause they know them trap niggas got them drug [?]
They wanna get high for free and a shopping spree
Bitch roll me up some weed ‘fore you hit yo knees
Want money in yo purse?
You gone have to work
Get your ass on the floor
Mix in with the dirt

[Hook: Juicy J]
You want deez rackz ho?
Pick that shit up off the floo’
You want deez rackz ho?
Pick that shit up off the floo’
Pick that shit up off the floo’
Pick that shit up off the floo’
You want deez rackz ho?
Pick that shit up off the floo’ [x2]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
My neck is froze
Jewellery be 20 below
I’m waken baken
Money still risin’ like dough
These bitches jockin’ they think I’m in the NBA
I got money like them niggas but I’m Juicy J
Chrome rims on anything that’s foreign
Bad bitches from overseas flown in
A big mansion all my weed stanky
So many titles under my belt Yankees
If you money hungry bitch I’m a feed ya
You actin’ brand new
I’m a teacher
The trippy niggas don’t really give a damn
I throw money in yo face bitch BAM!

[Hook: Juicy J]
You want deez rackz ho?
Pick that shit up off the floo’
You want deez rackz ho?
Pick that shit up off the floo’
Pick that shit up off the floo’
Pick that shit up off the floo’
You want deez rackz ho?
Pick that shit up off the floo’ [x2]

JUICY J – Zig Zags

[Intro: Juicy J]
Yessir… play me that spaceghostpurp beat mane

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Ridin’ in my black Bonneville bumpin’ Three Six
Roll up 20 zig zags out of one zip

[Verse: Juicy J]
Yessir…
Ridin a ghost, Trippin on dope
Drankin the filth, Passin a roach
Ball like I’m Kobe, when straight to the pro’s
White girls are money, bank on my coat
Higher than I’ve ever been, drankin some gin
Let the hoes in, tell em bring a few friends
Smoking on the top, ashing on you fuck niggas
Eye’s low, pop a xan, I’m drunk nigga
Pounds laying around my crib Juicy J ain’t never even touch
Shawty passed out on the floor and she only hit the cheese weed once
Ain’t no chips ahoy but this nigga right here keep cookies
Keep some OG, you motha fuckin niggas know I ain’t no rookie
Lye second, smokin hit a few times and you niggas be chokin’
She don’t even hit the weed all she do is break it down and roll it
Anti-sober, if I was probably be trippy
One ain’t enough I’m rollin up two a stitches
All my real niggas smoke one if you with it
All my bad bitches smoke one if you feel it

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Ridin’ in my black Bonneville bumpin’ Three Six
Roll Up 20 zig zags out of one zip

JUICY J feat. Alley Boy & Project Pat – I Don’t Play With Guns

[Chorus: 2X]
I don’t gun play cuz I don’t play with guns.
Try to find out where I stay bitch I stay with guns I ride with my guns like I ride with my niggas all my niggas ride with guns and they will kill ya.

[Verse 1:]
These niggas run they mouth gone get they ass served guns on deck bitch I keep em on reserve. Nigga I’m all over these streets hoe I’m like the curb trigger finger itchin I done struck a nerve. Askin for this beef I’m gone do the favor let him get these hollow tips like he a waiter. I’m on my waka shit I love them gun sounds shoot niggas shit up and shoot niggas down. You gone get what you want bitch keep askin no need for a funeral its a closed casket. Hot bullets on the menu nigga place your order then its nuthin but yellow tape and news reporters.

[Chorus 2X]
I don’t gun play cuz I don’t play with gunz.
Try to find out where I stay bitch I stay with guns. I ride with my guns like I ride with my niggas all my niggas ride with guns and they will kill ya.

[Verse 2 - Alley Boy]
All of my niggas rob all of my niggas kill. Fifty brick licks we was hood rich before we had a deal.All the lil homies droppedout h town workin blow traps. Yall niggas all rap put the mob on da map. Trigga play already headshots real talk alley boy word law all the non believers in white chalk. Shrimp nigga talk shit knowin they ain’t doin shit. I’m still active nigga hundred rounds on one lick. still safe and three six done clicked up nigga oooh shit quater bag on each brick. betta pussy nigga ain’t takin shit. money major strate drop nigga whole brick. I’m bustin for project and juicy j like I’m three six

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3 - Project Pat]
I’m on the north side of Memphis you can come get this
shootin fifty round drums at you sum bitches. for my riches ill murk ya on that front porch blood on my money like that phone on the fourth floor. Pockets used to be malnutritioned cambodian. come through with a k and sweep yo hood like a costodian. for a couple of bands for a coupla bows the ones that kill for me bring em on a coupla shows. if you ain’t from my hood then you can get it quicker. My niggas ride with they ks and stay fulla liquor. and stay fulla beans and stay fulla green and stay with the shit drop it off. KNAAA mean

JUICY J – These Hands

These hands done rack through plenty cash (swag)
These hands done slap plenty ass (swag)
These hands done whip plenty niggas (swag)
These hands done bust plenty triggers (swag)

These hands done rack through plenty cash (swag)
These hands done slap plenty ass (swag)
These hands done whip plenty niggas (swag)
These hands done bust plenty triggers (swag)

With no thinkin’ blew a half a ticket, when shit break I don’t fix it
My last bitch wore red bonds, my new bitch just learned the business
Bill Gates so old school, I’m speedin’ by in a old scoov
Bad hoes, no more ruse, findy belt, ballet shoes
High fashion for a hard nigga
A bunch of bitches, them high niggas
I’m rich fool with a lot of tools
When the bad guys went, I left the pool
Just a song, they got all wet
I got a outer driss
It would be an understatement if I’d say we have sex
When Juicy in the club, them hoes be catchin’ up
Cause I can’t help it every time she bring that ass out
Angelina Jolie, that mouth could give no better
I just let her cool off then kick off the double header

These hands done rack through plenty cash (swag)
These hands done slap plenty ass (swag)
These hands done whip plenty niggas (swag)
These hands done bust plenty triggers (swag)

These hands done rack through plenty cash (swag)
These hands done slap plenty ass (swag)
These hands done whip plenty niggas (swag)
These hands done bust plenty triggers (swag)

JUICY J – This Bitch By My Side

I got a main bitch, I got a new hoe
Love my AK and I bought a 44
She so seductive when she takes them clothes off
Nigga get wrong then that bitch is going off
It’s her birthday so I bought that bitch a bean
She my inspiration so I let her sing
Had a let her go ’cause she wasn’t working right
Had to pull my side bitch ’cause she was working right
Why you mad at me she the one taking yo life
Taking your money, taking your jewelry
But these niggas on ice
She fine she mine
Ask what size she wear, she’ll tell u 9

[Hook: x2]
This bitch on my side all she like to do is licks
This bitch on my side she a take a nigga bricks
This bitch on my side, on my side err night
Anybody get wrong she gon get they ass right

If I pull up on my hip you know I’m bout to squeeze
If you see me with my girl then you know you’d better leave
Just bout the extender you can’t find a better weave
Better watch what you say ’cause the drama you don’t need
Dress her ass up and now watch make that ass clap [clap 8x]
All the rapping that you’re doing that shit over bro
Is a rap rap rap rap rap
I got goons I don’t call em if I got a problem
My old lady solve em spot a hater then off em
Take your money like offer all this money I’m profit
See a snitch then off em put that nigga in a coffin

[Hook x2]

JUICY J – Money Mane Remix

I need a money mane [x4]
I need a nigga back in business,
Got my nigga spend it,
Go sleep up in it
And don’t stop ’till you finish.
I need a money mane.

Hold box of bum for me and my pussy
It’s Juicy J, an unleash nigger and a lot of you can’t copy
She came over dream and I let the bitch have it
I own the octopus the nigga glass stay glossy
Zympa stay marley, I’ll be on the zinon
If you let your gee go on and I swear that we will find her
The diamonds don’t blind, you will be reminded
Take back that cash or the hoes won’t shake the ass
Everything I pay in cash, the land will go on extra fast
And the passenger is extra bed. We find him whip and smoking gas
The check ain’t never gonna stop, that’s why you’re asking

I need a money mane [x4]
I need a nigga back in business,
Got my nigga spend it,
Go sleep up in it,
And don’t stop ’till you finish.

I drop white that sound, I get a load up
Keep doing in my passenger seat is my role, dog
If you’re a girl I will miss you, take your clothes off
I’m smoking on this drog as bad ’till I doze off
Me ain’t a perfect-a, this is a new chapter
All is fucking pain like a motherfucker cabba
And I’m from the A, I’m back to bring it back
Kid rock the way and Ludacris is an actor
Burn it like tobacco, south side track
Spear south would it like the F from the fucker
And you know I did it, I do it like this
You fuck with me, I show you how to throw a brick into a building
(Tell ‘em)
I need a money mane, till the honey bram
Nigga, that’s a mil’, that pussy be quick sand
(Damn)
I’m up on in the thing like you will when I do
Chainsaw dawn, got you nigger lick it’s tool.

I need a money mane [x4]
I need a nigga back in business
Got my nigga spend it
Go sleep up in it
And don’t stop ’till you finish

Why you niggers be loathing?
Fuck is over that bred
I ain’t the type to be open
That’s when talking with head
Hammer’s up in that trash bag
Brick’s up in that MCM
Hand tripping on no bitch
Scream like is for MPM
Stick it’s tongue inside of box
Swaggy champ but 8 doughnut
Fuck ‘em
Now go out in the 8th round
Oh, why lend it
Call the bitch all bangle
I know, I know, it gets better more than I know

Niggers what you looking for?
Clean hope, I get the tool
Chandeliers in my ears and the fuck it for it, though
Hallow boost, hallow shirt, in the man let some fur
They come for so nuts, they be gone to the teachers square
All night on the b is gotta be
Throw booze in your throat
Baby gone, take a swallow
I body all night
Nice taste, looking raised
I send them raised while the ear in

I need a money mane
I need a nigga back in business
Got my nigga spend it
Go sleep up in it
And don’t stop ’till you finish
I need a money mane

JUICY J – Real Hustler’s Don’t Sleep

[Hook x2: Juicy J]
Real hustlers don’t sleep, we taking naps
Cigarillo full of hairy shit, balled up like naps
Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps
On a paper chase, and you haters getting lapped

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hood nigga, but a good dude
Good nigga, but a hood dude
(Shit) You don’t know what I been through, so you don’t know what I could do
They hating on me, they talk down
They talk threats, that’s good news
Margiela, RAF Simons, them Rick Owens is good shoes
Getting paid, I’m in a good mood
Old school, slabs in it
Grill 24k in it, courtesy of my black dentist
Trill bitch ad-libbing, that’s what I call eloquent
I’m getting brain, she sucking dick, that’s what I call intelligence
Tell a fella, Tell a gent, tell a friend, and tell a friend
All I fuck is lesbians, fuck her till she celibate
White bitches love Taylor Swift, tell that bitch I’m hella swift
Hustling, everyday, with my twin and Juicy J

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: SpaceGhostPurrp]
Hi guys, what’s up bitch? My name is Purrp
I’m fucking your bitch, and I made her squirt
I’m going to be rich, as I put in work
Shes all on my dick, as I made her squirt
Mind will get hurt, my lyrics merk
Niggas with triggas and find them in dirt
(Man) I like to flirt, I’m all in her skirt
I smash it, and pass it, and watch that bitch twerk
One day, one day, you know I’m going to become God
Of the fucking country, do what you want to
See gun play

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
You not getting money man, you already tired
I’m finna buy a private jet, bitch I’m getting flier
Juicy J the boss, ain’t no way I’m getting fired
I’m on too much shit to name, ain’t no way I’m getting higher
I been chasing money since a young nigga from Memphis
I see dead presidents, I think I got 6 senses
Yea we on the money train, you just rock the benches
On the purple and the yellow, call it Barney and the Simpsons
Out in Taiwan, smoking Cheech and Chong
Roll it in a cigarillo, chief it in a bong
Ask me what I’m doing, getting high and counting money
And I’m counting all day, because the money keep coming

[Hook x2]

JUICY J – Smokin & Sippin

Man I got that OG, keep the swishers on me
Bra I hope you know me, I get high
I can smoke up 3 pounds, eat a hundred weed brownies
I’m sipping on syrp now, I stay fly
20 shots of vodka, I only drink siroko
They call me Juicy J, the number one pill popper
I will take your chick and make the bitch work for this shit
Put coke up her nose I bet they have a…? turn and flip?
She wanna fuck my cock, money be in these ho’s eyes
I’m so nigga rich, I’m a keep in these ho’es eyes
Yo nigga talk that shit, you gonna get hit with the fo’five (.45)
I stay stupid high, I can’t believe that I’m still alive

I’m smoking and I’m sipping, I’m smoking and I’m sipping
I’m chilling with your bitch main smoking and I’m sipping
I’m smoking and I’m sipping, I’m smoking and I’m sipping
While she giving me head main Smoking and I’m sipping

I put her on coedine, welcome to the get high team
She love a nigga gettin that money on the tv screen
She even fuck with them dope niggas working triple beams
Long as she’s high and you keep the vodka and cali green
Wretched, wretched, bitches tell all your business
I’m a go across her face, Ike Turner pimpin
Leave you in the… push your way on the sipping
I’m a dawg nigga main, smoking and I’m snipping

I’m smoking and I’m sipping, I’m smoking and I’m sipping
I’m chilling with your bitch main smoking and I’m sipping
I’m smoking and I’m sipping, I’m smoking and I’m sipping
Watching giving me here main Smoking and I’m sipping

I’m smoking and I’m sipping, I’m smoking and I’m sipping
I’m chilling with your bitch main smoking and I’m sipping
I’m smoking and I’m sipping, I’m smoking and I’m sipping
While she giving me head main Smoking and I’m sipping.

JUICY J – Lucky Charm

We wanna show our love, for all the trippy chicks out there!
Rock with us!

[Chorus:]
She my good luck, she must be my lucky charm
When she’s not around, got me blowin her up like she a bomb
I wrap her in my arm, every touchdown…
She my lucky charm, she my lucky charm,
I keep her by my side, cause she’s my lucky charm.
She my lucky charm, she my lucky charm,
She ride when it’s time to ride, she’s my lucky charm!

Scream! I think I finally got me one, this time around
I’m really feeling her, she might make me settle down!
I had to make her move, I ain’t talking furniture
She’s too bad, I might have to punish her!
She short and ripped, remind me of a dynamite
If looks can kill, somebody gonna die tonight.
She like to get tipsy, plus she like to smoke, too
We’re looking for this type of chick, I can’t believe that is true!
She got her own money, so she don’t need mine
But I share it with her, cause what’s hers is mine
She don’t do no argue, she don’t do no fussy
(Keep her!)
I think I’m about to pop the question!
Let’s go!

[Chorus:]
She my good luck, she must be my lucky charm
When she’s not around, got me blowin her up like she a bomb
I wrap her in my arm, every touchdown…
She my lucky charm, she my lucky charm,
I keep her by my side, cause she’s my lucky charm.
She my lucky charm, she my lucky charm,
She ride when it’s time to ride, she’s my lucky charm!

JUICY J – I’m Ballin’

I’m ballin’ in the game, why you haters on the bench?
I’m tryin’ to get that Bill Gates money, ain’t talkin’ ’bout offense
I got plenty D but I don’t mean defense
Nigga disrespect? Leave his body with a stitch

I’m ballin’ in the game, why you haters on the bench?
I’m tryin’ to get that Bill Gates money, ain’t talkin’ ’bout offense
I got plenty D but I don’t mean defense
Nigga disrespect? Leave his body with a stitch

These haters try to knock me but I ain’t a dog
Green and white, homie I keep that 9 on me Rondo
Old player with the heat, call me Alonso
Shake a nigga dope and give a fuck if he was John Doe
Got that dirty money spreadin’ around like germs
Been blowin’ this money from a long turn
I’m burnin’ these bitches head like a bad purr
And I’ve known they put their mouth a whole lot of fern
Ball in on these haters, where my toothpaste?
And when I hit the club, I’m doin’ it Bombay
‘Bout to run the whole game but I’m no running back
Beat a nigga so bad got him running back

I’m ballin’ in the game, why you haters on the bench?
I’m tryin’ to get that Bill Gates money, ain’t talkin’ ’bout offense
I got plenty D but I don’t mean defense
Nigga disrespect? Leave his body with a stitch

I’m ballin’ in the game, why you haters on the bench?
I’m tryin’ to get that Bill Gates money, ain’t talkin’ ’bout offense
I got plenty D but I don’t mean defense
Nigga disrespect? Leave his body with a stitch

Head in the sky, got the booth full of clouds
Shorty come do something to make a nigga proud
Wrote a Laker in my cup, that pessa in my rap
Get around the bitch here, you know it’s a rap
They swallowed my kids that’s why I don’t have any
If I could make ‘em from the mouth I’d have plenty
Got that million dollar swag, why you haters mad?
You niggas garbage, now where’s the glad bag?
I’m live on TV, you haters watchin’ me
She ain’t a babysitter but your bitch watchin’ me
I’m a charge ‘er so bad she gon call off loud
Make her ass tap out, throw in the towel

I’m ballin’ in the game, why you haters on the bench?
I’m tryin’ to get that Bill Gates money, ain’t talkin’ ’bout offense
I got plenty D but I don’t mean defense
Nigga disrespect? Leave his body with a stitch

I’m ballin’ in the game, why you haters on the bench?
I’m tryin’ to get that Bill Gates money, ain’t talkin’ ’bout offense
I got plenty D but I don’t mean defense
Nigga disrespect? Leave his body with a stitch

Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe

JUICY J – It’s In Me To Hustle

It’s in me to hustle, work my muscle
It’s in me to blow your ass out for a duffle
It’s in me to cut a nigga head, if he get wrong
I’m out here, fight
Hungry so get wrong

It’s in me to hustle, work my muscle
It’s in me to blow your ass out for a duffle
It’s in me to cut a nigga head, if he get wrong
I’m out here, fight
Hungry so get wrong

Gunz gunz gunz gunz gunz keys pounds beans
Nigga be bringing all this cheese
Nigga be out here hatin’ on me
Nigga I’m real I’m from the streets
North memphis, real killa nigga we get that gasoline
Set him on fire, dump that body
Nigga my hood, nigga never gonna leave
Blue crush, real crush, my young niggas say fuck police
My young niggas pop pills, smoke weed
My young niggas are wild as me
My young niggas invade your home
My young niggas put bullets in domes
Hold him down, duck tape to the face click boom
I can make it happen, doors kicked in I’m jackin’
40.000 on your head, you might wanna stop laughin’
You might wanna stop flaggin’, you might wanna start packin’
You might wanna start rappin’, you violate we blastin’

It’s in me to hustle, work my muscle
It’s in me to blow your ass out for a duffle
It’s in me to cut a nigga head, if he get wrong
I’m out here, fight
Hungry so get wrong

It’s in me to hustle, work my muscle
It’s in me to blow your ass out for a duffle
It’s in me to cut a nigga head, if he get wrong
I’m out here, fight
Hungry so get wrong

JUICY J – Hell Of A Drug

Federal authority say it works like this. Drugs are moved in bulk across the Mexican border to hub cities like Atlanta where it’s broken down in warehouses, shipped to other cities, then broken down again where it’s sold on the street. The cash goes back to the hub cities where it’s packged and shipped down to cartel members in Mexico.

Cocaine Is a hell of a drug (hell of a drug)
Mix it cool, keep a hell of a pluck (hell of a pluck)
Back up the truck, put the drugs on the fore cliff (fore cliff)
I’m a show you bitch niggas how we do this

You got the fish scale, I got the cash (I got the cash)
Let’s wap it out (wap it out), let’s do it fast (do it fast)
You got the fish scale, I got the cash (I got the cash)
Let’s wap it out (wap it out), let’s do it fast (do it fast)

I was riding with connecter girl, on my way to Georgia
Brother meetin’ with this nigga for some keys out of Florida
I’m ridin’ with this fool, I ain’t known this nigga by two months
He talkin’ on his cell, speakin’ in Spanish, I’m like oh fuck

[Spanish]
What’s that nigga sayin’?
[Spanish]
Man, I ain’t playin’
[Spanish]
Here we go again
[Spanish]
I’m a do him here

I pull a 44 from my drawers, then I started blastin’
I hear him in the neck, he started shaking, he was gagging
I shot him in the head, then I took his body to a ditch
I respect the dead but I disrespect the suttup snitch

Cocaine Is a hell of a drug (hell of a drug)
Mix it cool, keep a hell of a pluck (hell of a pluck)
Back up the truck, put the drugs on the fore cliff (fore cliff)
I’m a show you bitch niggas how we do this

You got the fish scale, I got the cash (I got the cash)
Let’s wap it out (wap it out), let’s do it fast (do it fast)
You got the fish scale, I got the cash (I got the cash)
Let’s wap it out (wap it out), let’s do it fast (do it fast)

I’m still ridin’ down to Georgia, mane I hustle for the money
This nigga tried to set me up, they had to give him something
I’da murk my connect, tell you what’s next
Somebody gon get smoked like cigarettes
Cause I’m never slippin’ kept my old rusty 10
Underneath the seat for a cold blooded mess
Just before I knew I saw a undercover van
Life’s fresh and crazy, I’m like “holy shit”
Get your ass off the cars, get your ass on the ground
I knew somebody saw me dump the body, I can’t go down
I said get your ass off the cars and get your ass on the ground
I’m surrounded by five force cars, this the end now

We believe the suspect has just shot himself in the head. Blackmail, blood all over the windows, can’t really see inside. Send an ambulance to 46 and I-20. Man was in a white rental truck, fired one of them drug runners again.

JUICY J – I Wont Miss Ya

Yeah… Still high
Still like fuck you niggas (Pussy!)

[Verse: Juicy J]
I don’t play with guns but we call them toys
Totin’ big straps that make a lot of noise
Talking big money, niggas better know it
Gun never on safety, I’m paranoid
I don’t pull it out unless I’m ’bout to shoot
I got military guns, I got goons too
Tryna’ find me, where your black suit
You think you gon’ catch me slippin’, you a damn fool
My bitches strapped, they keep it in they purse
Tryna’ ride up on me now you ridin’ a hearse
That trippy shit, I’m on another planet (mars)
Niggas hating on me I’m bullet proof, a phantom
Ridin’ in a black car, ridin’ with a black bag
Black gloves, black hoodie, ridin’ with a black mask
I know niggas scared, so don’t try to flex
A couple of bullets hit his body tore up his chest

[Hook:]
A hundred rounds, I won’t miss ya ass
Put your ass on a shirt saying they miss your ass
Your family miss you, your girl miss you
The niggas miss you, Juicy J I won’t miss ya
I won’t miss ya [x3] Juicy J I won’t miss ya [repeat]

[Instrumental]

[Hook]

JUICY J – Bandz A Make Her Dance

Bands a make her dance [x6]

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I’m just popping bands
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin’, and they ain’t using hands

Short hair like Nia Long, loose one she don’t need it long
She start twerking when she hear a song, the strippper pole her income
We get trippy and then some, so nasty when she rolling
She put that ass off in my hands, I remote control it
She give me dome when the roof gone, at the K O D she live with me
She got friends bring three, I got drugs I got drinks
Bend it over juicy j gone poke it like wet paint
You say no to ratchet pussy, juicy j can’t
Racks everywhere, they’re showing racks I’m throwing racks
In the VIP rubber on I’m stretching it
Bitch niggas tippin, broke niggas looking
And it ain’t a strip club if they ain’t showing pussy.

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I’m just popping bands
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin’, and they ain’t using hands.

Down in Atlanta, about to hit up magic
Throw some money in the air all the bad bitches gone grab it
Straight off the floor she gonna need a couple of bags
Like a broke atm I’m a spillin all this cash
Them niggas in the club don’t be spending shit
20 stacks in one night, I be on trippy shit
My crib’s paid off, but I’m still paying rent
A couple of condos paid, she loving every cent
She make that ass clap dancing like she on a dick
Bring it back i threw a stack that’s a lucky bitch
Up and down she’s going she’s sliding on that pole
Making money stacking up hundreds shawty cold

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I’m just popping bands
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin’, and they ain’t using hands

JUICY J – Codeine Cups

[Hook]
Chrysler flippin
Yeah, we “Still Tippin”
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)
Chrysler flippin
Yeah, we “Still Tippin”
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)

[Verse 1]
I’m fucked up… (Fucked up…)
On the lean, poppin rows with a Kush blunt (Yup)
With a bitch; ass fat, sittin from the front (You know it!)
Mind gone, mane I’m trippin and my eyes low (Chuuuch!)
Everything purple, all I see is weed smoke (Oh!)
Codeine died, now my bitch gon’ try (Mmm)
If you say “I ain’t high”, then you niggas lyin (Pussy)
A buncha trillist Memphis niggas, gettin throwed nigga (Bitch)
A buncha ho’s at the crib, buncha O’s nigga (Yep!)
Off that oil and it’s dirty, and I’m feelin great
Smoke a blunt, or two, or three; just to keep me straight
You gettin high or what, ho? Make a decision
That medical Promethazine; Trippy prescription (Ho)
Cups overflowin, my vision is dizzy (Vision is dizzy)
I’m like Bobby Brown ho, without New Edition, chuch

[Hook]
Chrysler flippin
Yeah, we “Still Tippin”
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)
Chrysler flippin
Yeah, we “Still Tippin”
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)

[Verse 2]
Purple-purple-purple; cup always full (Ho)
Pass it in a circle; E’rrbody smokin good (Nigga)
On the daily; Might smoke an ounce to fuck around (Yep)
Weed-mane; So high when I’m in ya town
Two thousand fifty, trippy (Trippy!)
She got a sippy-cup (Sippy!)
They say “Don’t drink and sip that lean!”, but I mix ‘em up
Turned up to the max; real ranchid shit (Hmm)
She mad, and she smoked prolly half that bitch (Ho!)
You niggas still gettin tipsy; catch me leanin
Smoked some incredible; feel like I’m dreamin (Dreamin!)
My crib in Cali; Like Texas, sippin DJ Screw (Rest in peace)
Fridge full of bombay; but you can’t find no juice

[Hook]
Chrysler flippin
Yeah, we “Still Tippin”
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)
Chrysler flippin
Yeah, we “Still Tippin”
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups
Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)

JUICY J – Countin Faces

[Hook:]
I’m counting faces burning dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter

Countin countin countin, bank account astoundin’
Bitches all around me hoe, I’m rich I need a stallion
Give me Becky while I count it on a phone with my accountant
Juicy fell off in the deep somebody help me ’cause I’m drowning
Big bank take little bank sippin on that dig drink
Design that mix match, that.44 they get back
They click clack they get back
Double Drum that big mac, their big pocket I spend on houses
Diamond watches rich spouses
I need a gas mask for this gas pack
Countin faces while your lady make that ass clap
I’m so turned up ain’t no way I’m coming down
Runnin through a check and I’m diggin in a pound

[Hook:]
I’m counting faces burning dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter

I’m in the big digits with a whole lot of hoes
Tonight is stoners night with a whole lot of hoes
Got more Louie than my bitch, that’s what I bought it fo’
I had to sit her down and tell her when she shine I glow
That’s the life you gotta live when you a trippy nigga
Big faces crazy, D.A takin pictures
Big blunt smoking rolling numba piff
I love my self so much every day I buy a gift
Roll another blunt
I’m at Sax 5th with a bean poppin bitch that love to suck dick
She don’t leave the house all she do is suck dick
All a nigga need is money fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
All a nigga need is money fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
All a nigga need is money fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
All a nigga need is money fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch

JUICY J – Deep In Da Hood

We be deep in da hood, standin’ the cuts
Come through with the shit and we gon shoot your shit up
We be deep in da hood, standin’ the cuts
Come through with the shit and we gon shoot your shit up

And our choppers go plucka plucka plucka plucka plucka
And our choppers go plucka plucka plucka plucka plucka
And our choppers go plucka plucka plucka plucka plucka
And our choppers go plucka plucka plucka plucka plucka

Nigga fuck your hood, nigga fuck your set
I’m gonna kill it with the rest of this tape
I’m nigga realer that will break your neck
I’m that nigga that you don’t fuck, wait
I always knew you niggas weren’t real
I always knew you niggas would tell
I always knew you niggas would fail
I hope you niggas are still getting this mail
And ridin’ on 6′s, fuckin’ with bitches
Hustle all day, man get my issue
If I’m sellin’ dope never workin’ that crystal
They walk up in a bank, they pull out a pistol
Nigga I rob you, gimme that cheese
Give me that carpet and give me them keys
Sawed up punk, nigga you get these
With his beloved color eagle YT
Don’t violate and the girls get bigger
I’m from the new estate, real street nigga
Haters gon hate, y’all niggas say kill us
So why you wanna put yourself in front of my trigger
Suicidal bro, all coced up
Spent a hundred bucks, nigga all post up
You’d better hide, the whole street lit up
I take another trash, nigga jump ump jump

We be deep in da hood, standin’ the cuts
Come through with the shit and we gon shoot your shit up
We be deep in da hood, standin’ the cuts
Come through with the shit and we gon shoot your shit up

And our choppers go plucka plucka plucka plucka plucka
And our choppers go plucka plucka plucka plucka plucka
And our choppers go plucka plucka plucka plucka plucka
And our choppers go plucka plucka plucka plucka plucka

Juicy J - Show Out

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I bring the dough out
Everytime they go out, you know they bring they ho out
Everytime I go out, you know I bring that flow out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Trippy niggas and a few hoes
One night, two shows
That's two mansions and a team expansion
Thumbin' through a check, got me sweatin and pantin'
When you getting money chicks start coming around
Niggas start hatin' who's holdin' you down
All this ice I'm just livin the life
Bad bitches want me, give me head like lice
Hit club LIV in a rush
Pockets so swole I think they finna bust
Ace in my hand and a 45 tuck
Money coming down codeine pourin up
Smokin on some dope, always on a float
20 years in niggas callin me the G.O.A.T
Money adding up you haters going broke
Still in the game while you niggas ridin old
See me showin out they muggin I don't give a fuck
How I start my morning off a zip and a double cup
Hating ass niggas, y'all behind me
Ball so hard they want to fine me
Juicy J, Taylor Gang
I been rich since the 90's

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
All these ratchets hoes say I ain't shit
Well, at least I ain't broke ho
Stackin paper like old folks
And you still stayin with your old folks
She a fan, that's fantastic, poppin zany's, that's zantastic
Gettin rich, band-tastic, white girls like Anne Hatha-
Way going, way out, they wait for my bandwagon
She let me bang and I ain't got a bandana
Ooh (Freaky) that's just how I move
Fast girls, fast money, no more fast food
Came up first class, my passport gettin tattooed (boi)
Young ass playa doing everything that I have to
So everytime I go out...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
I got some bad bitches with me
Say they like Rihanna love Whitney
She say how many bottles do you want, I told her 50
She say anything, yeah bitch a kidney
Everytime I go out, you know I bring that dough out
Finesse is on a milli, it lookin like a blowout
100 bitches with me, look like I left the ho house
100 racks with me, look like I left the blow house
Now we poppin bottles, they came with the sparkles
Got my niggas with me, they came with them yoppers
Got a few ratchets, even a couple models
20 car caravan, I bet they gon follow, ugh