Aye Aye lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
JuiceTheKidd in this hoe
I'm so high (Woo)
I'm so motherf*ckin' high (Turn up, turn up, boy let's go)
I'm so high, I'm so high (Let's go)
I'm so high (Boy let's go)
Woo, woo, shee, shee

[Verse]
Came on this track, I'ma run it like track
And these n*ggas, they really not runnin' it (Shee)
Told you I'm in it, I'm spittin'
Banana clip on me, you know that I'm gunnin' it (Ba-ba)
I pull up, I'm stuntin', I act like it's nothin'
Yo' girl on her knees and she making me c*m (b*tch)
Told you I'm in it, this money is comin'
You run up on me, then yo' ass must be dumb (Must be dumb)
sh*t, woo, shee, wish a n*gga try to take sh*t (Yeah)
I'ma slow this sh*t down (Woo), like the motherf*ckin' Matrix (Yeah)
Shee, shee, shee, I aim where your face is (Blaow)
I'm an addict in the attic
But I keep all the coke and the dope in the basement, woah (Damn, what?)
Yeah, woo, wish a motherf*cker try me (Hell yeah)
If you run up on me, I check yo' ass
n*gga, I ain't talkin' 'bout Nike (Just do it)
And my young n*ggas ball like Kobe (Swish, woo)
Unh, that's a Laker motherf*cker
Catch a n*gga, throw his body in the lake motherf*cker
Want beef? I'ma cook it like a steak motherf*cker (Let's go)
We can do it, we can do it (Aye, woo)
Pass that b*tch like a give-n-go (Hoe)
n*ggas wanna talk, 'til his ass get screened like a pick-n-roll
Watch a young n*gga score (Swi-swish)
Aye, ball like Iverson, no Post Malone (Woo)
All my n*ggas in it and we kill that sh*t (Woo)
Better grab that fo', pour me up a fo'
Put me in my zone
pus*y n*gga, what you want?
You don't want no smoke (You don't want no smoke)
If you run up on me, got a Glock on me
f*ck you up, get stroked (f*ck you up, get stroked)
All my n*ggas go crazy, all my n*ggas fuego
All your n*ggas fugazi (Fake ass b*tch)
Sick shoes on my feet, lil n*gga, I ain't even talkin' 'bout Flu Games (That's some sick ass kicks)
Ballin' like MJ
Shoot a n*gga like I shot a fadeaway
In the cut, like some motherf*ckin' razorblades (Shee)
n*gga washed up, lookin' like Flavor Flav (Shee)
It's a drill when I come around, Major Payne (Aow)
Boy this sh*t finna hurt, call it major pain (Aow)
Blowin' Purple Haze n*gga, call it Purple Rain (Gas)
If you run up on me, I'ma let the Choppa spray
Take you to the doctor, ask, what the f*ck the doctor say? (Woo, aye)
I'm the man on these beats, like Dr. Dre (Shee)
If a n*gga wanna talk, boy that's okay (Yeah)
Have his ass in the casket with roses (Dead)
Gettin' big like a n*gga Ricky Rozay (Boss)
And your girl on my di*k, she go both ways (Aye, woo, aye, woo)
And your girl on my di*k, she go both ways (Woah)
Come for the money, I come for the money (Wo-woah)
Talkin' that sh*t, I pull up and I'm drummin'
pus*y ass n*gga, yeah you know it (Wo-woah)
All of my n*ggas, they run it (Wo-woah)
pus*y n*gga, you ain't on sh*t (Hell nah, no)
You ain't on sh*t (Nah, nah)
Ayy, ayy
You know how I'm comin', I pull up, I'm drummin'
These n*ggas is runnin', but why? (Woo)
Run up on me, that chopper on my side (Woo)
Takin' that sh*t, n*gga, you just may die
All in my zone and I don't give a f*ck
No, no, no, no, boy I don't give a f*ck (Not at all)
Run up on me, then I get yo' ass stuck
Woah, woah, woah, woah, I get yo' ass stuck (Ba-ba)
Unh, woo, let a n*gga try me, I'ma fix it (Goddamn)
All my n*ggas in it talkin' stupid
Have yo' ass walkin' drunk, like you overdose on liquor (Wo-woo)
Any n*gga want it? Come and get it (Woo)
Put the bullets in the system, di*k in her sister (f*ck ya sister)
All my n*ggas ballin', we be swishin' (Woo)
Ballin' like John Wall, plus I am a wizard (Swish)
Abracadabra, I'ma disappear n*gga (Woo)
Run up on a n*gga, boy the Choppa finna get 'em (Shee)
n*gga I don't give a f*ck, dope in my system, yeah (Woo)
Yo' girl got that coke in her system, yeah (Woo)
I'm shootin' these shots, I ain't missin' (Swish)
I'm whippin' this sh*t in the kitchen, yeah (Whi-whip)
All of y'all n*ggas is trippin', 'cause I ball on these hoes like Scottie Pippen
[?] loves pimpin'
All of these n*ggas talk sh*t, come and get it
I swear I don't miss, got yo' girl reminiscin'
I f*cked her and dipped and they talkin' that sh*t
'Til I pull up with Smith & Wessons, yeah (Woo)
All of my n*ggas be in it
We killin', banana clips on me, they peelin' for real
n*ggas be talkin', these b*tches be stalkin'
But none of 'em real, when it comes to the field (Shee)
Sharp like a [?], n*gga wanna talk?
Boy I swear to God, he ain't sh*t but a b*tch (Shee)
Run up on a n*gga, all shots, I will hit
n*ggas talk dumb, but they know I won't miss (Shee)
All of my n*ggas, they ball with the sh*ts, yeah
They ball with the sh*ts (Shee)
Ayy, ayy, I'm off the alcohol in this b*tch (Off the liquor)
I'm off the Adderall in this b*tch (Rollin')
I'm off the Tramadol in this b*tch (I'm rollin')
I'm off it all in this b*tch (Goddamn)
Give 'em all of this clip (Woo-ba)
I don't give a f*ck, no, no, no
I don't give a sh*t (Woo)
Run up on a n*gga (Ba), thirty in the clip
pus*y n*gga get hit like woah (Ba-ba)
[Outro]
Aye
JuiceTheKidd on this beat
JuiceTheKidd in ya hoe (Woo, haha)
You can say that I’m juicin’ that hoe, I’m seducing that hoe
Woo, chi, chi, chi
I’m seducing that hoe, f*ck (b*tch)
Doin’ that hoe (b*tch)
f*ck you thought?
Hahaha, yeah