Jewelry lyrics

[Chorus: Jugg Harden]
You ever seen a n*gga robbin', all this jewelry?
You ever seen a handgun turn to a fully?
Skinny n*gga, but when I get the up, b*tch, I'm a bully
Prepared for my actions, if I'm lackin', they gon' cook me
n*gga disrespect me, put my last on him
Put lil' slime on your ass, have a blast on him
I got fake trust issues, I put my past on it
I put food in n*ggas' stomach, but I won't brag on it

[Verse 1: Jugg Harden]
If he jump back on the 'Gram, we gotta spin the block
Just to link up with the opps, I'll spin a thot
Brodie came for your life, don't even want your clock
I got b*tches in Ohio out there sellin' Wock'
Every time we make it home another victory
She let me f*ck, knowin' me and her best friend got history
Girl, your man a b*tch to me, he can't shoot the blick for me
I be lettin' b*tches be, they still wanna stick with me
I'm the rapper, I ain't 'posed to be front line
But ain't nobody out here dyin' off of punchlines
I'ma go out beatin' on the opps like I'm King Von (R.I.P.)
Thinkin' 'bout my lil' baby, just wanna rewind
Hate sayin' R.I.P. I'd rather scream, "Free mine"
I got a habit, I can't stay up outta Revive
Ain't gotta ask me if I'm strapped, 'cause I keep mine
Hate sayin' R.I.P. I'd rather scream, "Free mine"
[Chorus: Jugg Harden]
You ever seen a n*gga robbin', all this jewelry?
You ever seen a handgun turn to a fully?
Skinny n*gga, but when I get the up, b*tch, I'm a bully
Prepared for my actions, if I'm lackin', they gon' cook me
n*gga disrespect me, put my last on him
Put lil' slime on your ass, have a blast on him
I got fake trust issues, I put my past on it
I put food in n*ggas' stomach, but I won't brag on it

[Interlude: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, n*gga
MIA Season, still givin' n*ggas the work, yes, sir

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
I'll have my lil' n*ggas come and rip the tag off you
Supercharged, I put this b*tch in S and I go fast on 'em
I run through sh*t, I spin around so much, I done went Taz on 'em
She talkin' sh*t, I won't say sh*t back to her, I went Chaz on 'em
My homies in the hood don't come and grab 'em, my Arabs want 'em (No cap)
You ever went to serve a n*gga with your jewelry on?
You ever put 'em on your back? Michael Corleone
Two chocolate b*tches and one light, ooh, that's an Oreo
A college town, a hat to match, I'm not a tourist, though
Yeah, ayy, I been gettin' comfortable
b*tches meet me, see me, eat me quicker than a Lunchable
Trappers see me, greet me, be like, "Face, I swear I f*ck with you"
I know I'm rappin' now, but I did everything you wanted to
How you ain't see the signs? Look, I was warning you
Don't fall asleep with thots, they be recording you
I took off on these n*ggas like what would Jordan do?
I bet them lil' n*ggas I got more than you
Jugg Harden, I'm the Slim Reaper
Five-seveN on me, ridin' with the grim reaper
When you look like money, everybody turn leeches
Dior on my body, dior on my sneakers
Let the top back, woo, poppin' smoke when I'm speakin'
Demons in my mind, I be cleaner than the deacon
I was thinkin' crime, tryna be as big as Meech
That's the Water Gang, got more waves than the beaches, n*gga
[Outro: Babyface Ray]
Yeah
Jugg Harden, what's the deal, n*gga?
The f*ck goin' on?