Jugg Messiah 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, J.K)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz

[Verse]
Jack Man, I can’t wait till the 11 drop
Made twenty in New York, feel like Kevin Knox
di*k sucking but you broke, boy, you better stop
And if the credit DC, I bet the debit pop
b*tch, I’m really in my bag
Got the secret recipe, I feel like Mr. Krabs
Throw a bullet at yo ass, tryna throw a jab
b*tch, I crack cards, you won't catch me in no lab
Feeling like I was born to jugg
Made four and then I made two, feel like Dugg
I'm the socket now, I used to look for the plug
b*tch talking us but I ain't got no love
Sleaze ball, I'm a cheater and a liar now
Asking how to swipe? Better go ask FireFox (Dummy)
Only time I'm not out of town is if my tire pop
Good .40 stick, it’ll f*ck up the entire block
b*tch balling, she could've went to UConn
One of a kind, b*tch, it ain’t two Trons (It ain’t)
Paid full price for the kicks, f*ck a coupon
Choosing off the fit but this some lil' sh*t I threw on
G-O-A-T, yes, b*tch, that’s me, that's probably why they hate me
Looking at the fit, you can tell I'm AP
But we know yo sh*t declined so don't try to play me
Coach Tron calling plays, I’m not Popovich
The sliders ain’t up, really I just got a gift
Jammed three times, grabbed the bag then I gotta dip
Dunking with this .9, on some Andre Iguodala sh*t
Won't catch me out, I make money while I’m chilling
Aiming for the stars, b*tch, I been past the ceiling
Just made a play today, you wouldn't know the feeling
Powered up like Marvel but I'm jugging like a villain
You worried 'bout the strike, you ain't thinking bout the spare
Jumped in the deep end, wasn't thinking 'bout no air
Pulled her tracks out, I wasn't thinking 'bout her hair
You would never get no money 'cause you thinking like you scared
Ask bro, I used to bust ass on the court
But now I don’t hoop, I jugg dummies as a sport
Now I'm blessed, wake up and I thank the Lord
And if you ain't getting money, what you living for?
In Walmart doing my dance 'cause the chip pop
You gon' slip tryna walk behind this drip-drop
Breath taker on my side, I refuse to get got
Bro'll turn into Billups, hit you with a big shot
Road running, ain’t no time for a pit stop
Feel Sandy Cheeks, I'll pull up with a big chop
Neiman's love me now, I used to get it from the thrift shop
Went from Fila slides to double G’s on the flip flops
I got my balance right, I was tripping over hoes
Feeling like Usain, how I'm dipping to the Pros
You see that lil' button? If I click it then you gone
Four hunnid dollar shirt, b*tch, I’m dripping in Vlone
Thinking that he Steve Jobs off of two jacks (Lame)
Used to do Burlington, now I do Saks
Hoes used to ho me, now they like, "Who that?"
Glock kinda strong, run up on me and get blew back
MMA work, punches f*cking up the web
Alaskan crab, I got butter hanging off the leg
She swallow di*k now, I used to get left on read
Got workers working while I'm chilling in a bed
Feeling like a wizard, I’m a 101 magician
Poof, he outta there, I left his ass missing
I really am the GOAT, boy, you just gotta listen
Look up "Jugg Messiah", b*tch, I’m the definition