Jugga lyrics

[Intro]
Yea, yea

[Verse 1: che]
I wear designer
I want dat b*tch, n*gga, cuz she fine
I'm in this bih totin on the (yeah)
Her pus*y torch, n*gga, like it's fire
My b*tch don't trust me ever, I'm a liar
I'm smokin gas, n*gga, out the grinder
You like a fag, n*gga, get off Grindr
Hoe, why you mad n*gga?
Hoe, I'm like go get a band n*gga
I'm in this b*tch wit a baddie
I'm in this b*tch wit a bag, n*gga
And I talk sh*t, like a ass n*gga
Bad ass b*tch, but I think that I'll pass n*gga
I was juggin outta class n*gga
Gen 5’s for these extended mags, n*gga
10 times better than that last n*gga
They said ten rhymes equal ten racks, n*gga

[Verse 2: cayhate]
Yeah, she know I'm a star, she lookin mе up
b*tch, I'm in the room and I'm cookin up
She wanna f*ck, yeah wе hookin up
30 round Glocks, n*gga, don't run up
I treat yo main hoe like a sl*t
I'm finna f*ck and delete her
I treat dat hoe like she dead, Aaliyah
Ran off on the plug had to re-up
Ion give a f*ck, yeah, I'm breakin the meter
I'm the VA in the VA
I'm wit the lil hoe, I know she a cheapskate
I'm finna go and take dat hoe to cheesecake
I wanna f*ck you, b*tch, can't get no e-date
[Verse 3: che]
I'm finna spit on n*gga like a BK
Hoe, I'm a boss ain't no he say, she say
I'm hittin jugg's on the muhf*ckin freeway
Bad ass b*tch, she was born on a leap day
I touch that [?] pack like I was Green Bay
She so in love wit cash, got hella green bae
I wanna touch pad, like a replay
I get you touched bad, like a DA
I'm in my duff bag any day
I'm f*ckin bad hoes, yuh
You hella mad hoe, I know
? sh*t n*gga, like I'm here
Bad ass b*tch, listen ?
She wanna f*ck wit me, cuz I got cash
I'm in this b*tch and im boolin wit Kash

[Verse 4: cayhate]
You ain't gotta lie, hoe, ion give no f*ck
These hoes too trife, I can't give no love
We gon slide past, shoot it up
Hm, baby just grab the wheel
Yuh, I'm high as f*ck, tryna crack the seal
Yeah she love my dreads, got sex appeal
G-19, keep dat sh*t concealed
Black Live's Matter, go head take a kneel
Yeah, these n*ggas pus*y, b*tch they takin plea deals
I'm tryna catch me a hat
b*tch, I'm in the A, sippin DJ Phat
You smoking 35, three five
b*tch, I'm doin 500 every line
Sad for dat b*tch on the decline
Tryna sell my soul cuz I'm on the rise now