Jugg Rich lyrics

[Intro]
I ran up a 20, ballin'
Jugg too much
f*ck boy get his racks up
Jugg too much

[Chorus]
b*tch I'm jugg rich
I ran up a 20, ballin, jugg too much
I ran up a bag and turn that f*ck boy, get his racks up
He talking all that hot sh*t on the net, that boy outta luck
b*tch I up that fye, yeah, that f*ck boy better back up
How you flex that VV belt when you know that sh*t hella fake
Got that Glockie on my side
Bet I hit you in the face
Got a Mac 11, yeah, that b*tch'll put you in your place
If I miss then I'mma spin and I'mma up that fye and spray

[Verse]
b*tch I get the bag then I go run it up again
That killed your homie but you never ran it back and spin
How you mad, I'm dropping sh*t
How you mad, I got a blint
How you mad, I'm jugg rich
And I can pay yo' mama rent
b*tch you never hit a lick
b*tch I'm really hitting sh*t
b*tch you never upped that fye
b*tch you never upped the blint
If hе try to run up I'mma hit that boy right in his mint
Boy you really dumb bad and I got yo' b*tch, she suckin' di*k
[Chorus]
b*tch I'm jugg rich
I ran up a 20, ballin, jugg too much
I ran up a bag and turn that f*ck boy, get his racks up
Hе talking all that hot sh*t on the net, that boy outta luck
b*tch I up that fye, yeah, that f*ck boy better back up
How you flex that VV belt when you know that sh*t hella fake
Got that glockie on my side
Bet I hit you in the face
Got a Mac 11, yeah, that b*tch'll put you in your place
If I miss then I'mma spin and I'mma up that fye and spray