Cranberry Juice lyrics

[Chorus]
Huh, it's gon' be a bloody summer (Yeah, baow, baow)
You won't catch T Key without his fire, keep that switchy on him (Yeah, yeah, switchy, uh)
Run inside his spot, take off my mask, put that blicky on him (What? Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh)
Let 'em know just who had did it, word around he looking for me (Looking for me)
I got n*ggas runnin' from me, must've heard Lil Tony coming (Yeah, runnin' from me, yeah, Tony coming)
Broke b*tches like f*cking on T Key 'cause I'm gettin' a lot of money (Yeah)
Life ain't sweet, I found in the pot, thought it was gold, it was really honey (Brrt)
n*ggas used to cop off T to tell the world they gettin' it from me

[Verse]
Bagging pounds, grew up off H
'Fore rap, had my family straight (I had 'em straight)
Kill the b*tch, then go and shoot his family on his candle day
f*ck this rap sh*t, b*tch, I'm still outside (Outside)
Taking risks and taking lives (Taking lives)
It just best you play it cool, you f*ck with us, you can't survive
n*ggas know they can't go toe-to-toe, they get the cops involved (The cops involved)
Barely catch me speaking to a ho, sh*t, if I talk at all (At all)
Any time I talk her down, she be quick to drop her drawers (Drawers)
Said that I would chill, I capped 'em down, n*gga, I won't stop at all
It's hot as f*ck, I need a fan up in this b*tch (Baow, baow)
Got eighteen and thirty-six
Ask your mans, I'm too legit
Turn to a fooly with that stick (Turn to a fooly with that stick)
It get cold like Minnesota, Ricky Rubio and sh*t (Rubio)
He a fooly with that tooly, he gon' click
You too loud, boy, fix your pitch
I got cheese like Money Mitch
Or like Richie Rich
Stack it up and give it to my kids
I be thanking God I'm still alive for all the sh*t we did (For all the sh*t I did)
I would put racks on a n*gga grandma head, take off her wig
I got love for n*ggas, but I cannot condone no sucker sh*t (No sucker sh*t)
I don't f*ck with 12, so I'd be damned if I go cuff a b*tch (Won't cuff no b*tch)
Closest thing she get is two hands on my jimmy, cuffing di*k
'Fore I go and bust a nut, I'd rather go and bust my wrist
Or go bust a stick
n*gga (Baow)
[Chorus]
Huh, it's gon' be a bloody summer (Brrt, brrt)
You won't catch T Key without his fire, keep that switchy on him (Yeah, yeah, that switchy on him)
Run inside his spot, take off my mask, put that blicky on him
Let 'em know just who had did it, word around he lookin' for me (Who had did it, lookin' for me)
I got n*ggas runnin' from me, must've heard Lil Tony coming (Runnin' from me, Tony coming)
Broke b*tches like f*ckin' on T Key 'cause I'm gettin' a lot of money
Life ain't sweet, I found in the pot, thought it was gold, it was really honey (f*ckin' honey)
n*ggas used to cop off T to tell the world they gettin' it from me (Gettin' it from me)