Juice lyrics

[Intro]
From parts unknown
RBE SOB that's the gang b*tch

[Chorus: DaBoii]
Aye, and I need all pros
And I'ma sip on this mud 'cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these n*ggas like I'm Waldo
And b*tch we gone stay wit' the juice 'til it's all gone

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Ruthless
Yeah b*tch, yeah I'm ruthless
And n*ggas talkin' crazy on the net, but don't do sh*t
Bro got the strap, wrong move he'll shoot ya
Big Glock, make that b*tch spit like it's droolin'
n*ggas totin' poles, so they opps and they don't blast
If we see a opp, flip his whip bet he gon' crash
Test me like he dumb, bet he don't pass
Have him lookin' stupid, like he enterin' the wrong class
Tried a 9 to 5, said, “f*ck it” on the block wit' it
30 on them Glocks, we don't really do the stocks wit' it
Try and take my b*tch, three strikes you will not hit it
Passin' all my hoes to the gang, I am not simpin'
SOB RBE b*tch we fuller
We strapped wit' the heat, on the block we be coolin'
We hoop wit' them straps, wit' them Glocks we be shootin'
And I can't cuff a ho, 'cause these hoes I be using
[Chorus: DaBoii]
Aye, and I need all pros
And I'ma sip on this mud 'cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these n*ggas like I'm Waldo
And b*tch I'ma stay wit' the juice 'til it's all gone

Aye, and I need all pros
And I'ma sip on this mud 'cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these n*ggas like I'm Waldo
And b*tch I'ma stay wit' the juice 'til it's all gone

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Ho n*ggas, I cannot f*ck wit' ho n*ggas
Callin' up my shooter, if you rockin' you can go wit' 'em
Strictly Only Brothers, if you not I don't know n*ggas
Heard n*ggas plottin', give a f*ck got them poles wit' us
Masked up, Mike no Myers
We got big chops and they sing, no choir
SOB b*tch, we the sh*t no diaper
Had 'em runnin' four flats, like four popped tires
n*ggas pickin' sides, if you switch n*gga stay there
I'm Drake wit' the Glock, when I shoot n*gga take care
Big rounds in that chop, this b*tch break bears
My n*ggas really ridin', we don't really do the fake here
n*ggas sendin' threats, lil' n*gga where you hangin' at?
SOB b*tch, me and all my n*ggas bangin' that
My n*ggas all a hundred, we don't really do the change wit' that
They plottin' in the party, we ain't trippin' 'cause we came wit' straps
I-I stay wit' the juice, b*tch I stay wit' some blues
If a n*gga jump dumb, put his face on the news
If the b*tch wanna f*ck, then my gang comin' too
Like a one word response, we got K's wit' us too
[Chorus: DaBoii]
Aye, and I need all pros
And I'ma sip on this mud 'cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these n*ggas like I'm Waldo
And b*tch we gone stay wit' the juice 'til it's all gone