JuGG SZN lyrics

[Verse 1: TC]
We up in this b*tch
Mad At Me Cause I'm Actually Getting Lit
I'm A Problem That You n*ggas Can't Fix
We Go Crazy Cause We On Some sh*t
We Keeping It Hot For North Carolina
From NC All the way To f*cking China
Singing "Panda" But Ain't Rocking No Designer
You Looking Stupid Talking Bout' I Can't Find her
She's Rocking With me oh well
She's Ringing My Bells
I'm powerful like Cell
Don't f*ck With that Boy Tyrel
Trying To Jug on Me and you'll fail
Break that pus*y up like glass and I like the way she yell
And I'm leaving you n*ggas hanging like rails
She turning me on like the laptop Dell (Woo)
n*gga I'm Flexing
I'm that n*gga she's texting
You're The Only one that's stressing
You're the Curse And I'm blessing
You're the Curse And I'm blessing

[Chorus: Lil Flexxxico]
Jugg Season little n*gga better run that sh*t
Got the block hotter than my mother f*cking b*tch
When we out on these streets gotta hit them licks
Jugg Season little n*gga better run that sh*t
Jugg Season little n*gga better run that sh*t better run that sh*t, Jugg Season little n*gga better run that sh*t better run that sh*t
[Verse 2: 4our2wenty]
Juggin Season Robbin Season
420 just stealing souls
I don’t care about no hoe I f*ck a b*tch and then I’m gone
f*ck your b*tch yeah to my song then I buy that b*tch a thong
I’m just trying to get rich and put my family on
Ahhhh I could give a f*ck about a hater
I got no problems jugging for paper
My whole family some paper chasers
Pop used to be a dope dealer then I he just moving patients
Big Bro locked up in the cell so I’m patiently waiting
Got the loudest loud in Durham so big blunt sh*t I be facing
In my sonata I’m racing I don’t f*ck with none of that white
But I’m not racist money the only thing I’m chasing

[Chorus]
Jugg Season little n*gga better run that sh*t
Got the block hotter than my mother f*cking b*tch
When we out on these streets gotta hit them licks
Jugg Season little n*gga better run that sh*t
Jugg Season little n*gga better run that sh*t better run that sh*t
Jugg Season little n*gga better run that sh*t better run that sh*t

[Verse 3: Lil Flexxxico]
Yeah, yeah better run that sh*t
Motherf*cker or I'll leave you brainless
On the street with the Smith & Wesson yo I shoot you, Motherf*cker yoI come and busting at your crew
Little motherf*cking b*tches you ain’t nothing to me, Motherf*ckers out here yo we straight from NC
What f*cking ripping sh*t yo these n*ggas gonna quit
After they hear this motherf*ck this
Motherf*ck that motherf*ck all of y'all
Y'all ain’t nothing to a king yall better go get your guard up Motherf*cking god up in the building and I start this f*cking spaz, Sitting at your f*cking Ligaments
Motherf*cker you can’t predict the predicaments
First song I ever spit, motherf*cker hit you with the Billy Bat
Motherf*cker yo I’m going crazy man
Mothef*cker NC raised me
Motherf*cker NC crazy
Little motherf*cking b*tches brazy
Yo I Ain't f*cking them lazy
Yeah and f*ck you if you lazy
Gotta put in work gotta put enough of
Put them in the dirt motherf*cker 'serve, huh
And I go berserk on this f*cking track
Motherf*cker you ain’t nothing you don’t need me
Yeah, I’m better than that
[Chorus]
Jugg Season little n*gga better run that sh*t
Got the block hotter than my mother f*cking b*tch
When we out on these streets gotta hit them licks
Jugg Season little n*gga better run that sh*t
Jugg Season little n*gga better run that sh*t better run that sh*t
Jugg Season little n*gga better run that sh*t better run that sh*t

[Verse 4: Ski Mask The Slump God] It’s Drug Season (Drug Season) Need a reason whip that b*tch like a racist we been, Ayy
And I be whipping that whip, no b*tch I don’t hit the whip
Suck on my di*k like a sip (suck on it, suck on it), why yeah lil' b*tch on my di*k, ayy
Shoutout 'Lari (Pollari), we up in the party (Where we at?)
In the party 1997 trucker hat Ed Hardy
Pull up to the motherf*cking flexing, ayy
No necklace I’m sweating
That b*tch wanna suck, ayy
I like bricks, yeah, Tetris, ayy
Hold up, look at my new shirt (Shirt), that b*tch pull up in the Gucci, ayy (Ayy)
I got double D’s, that Designer like Louie
Ski wanna tickle on her pus*y, oh, she Gucci, ayy
I got me pink on gooey we Slime and green
Tongue like a louie