We got juice

We got the bag

We got the boof

We got loot

We got the cash

Bring The troops

Please Play it Cool

Call up my man's he bout to shoot

We make dance we make him juke


Take one of mine we taking two

Niggas they crazy delusional mane they be fronting they really caboosing it

Baby the hating I came from dirt

I Holes in my shirt and no lace on my shoes

Im in lab I'm with Maurdi rick I got Sam in here cooking

We stuck in the stu (stew) w/ it

He talking crazy we fade him like Boosie bitch

Get outta line and we slide him toosie

Nigga we cint playing no Games

i been running round winning think the refs paid off

Nigga I been I ten toes down how I'm standing on business I might laid off

Nigga tryna stand my kitchen out his hand in my dishes watch it get ate off