Julio (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
(Dre did it)

[Verse 1: Lil Bam]
Draw down like the cops, f*ck n*gga, freeze
Run me my f*ck n*gga fee
Talkin' 'bout you trappin', your sh*t better be cheap
We'll go 'cross your head for a P
I got his ho, she down on her knees
Like Megan Thee Stallion, a freak
I just cashed out, but it's like it was free
'Cause I ran that back up in a week
Dolce Gabbana, Dior on my feet
My pockets got stung by a bee
I keep the blue with the blue and the pink with the pink
When I spread it, my sh*t lookin' neat
I rock the di*kie suit with the Ree
Got some money, but still in the street
I'm a real Avondale n*gga, free Bleek
Popeyes and Reggies, I want somethin' to eat

[Chorus: Lil Bam]
Walk in the room and I smell like the 'bows
My n*ggas strapped up like Girbaud
Real pimp sh*t, so I stick to the code
Make these hoes get it off the floor
Catchin' plays in the A, Julio
All the way down the field 'til I score
Ridin' around gettin' my di*k sucked in the Ghost
Off the Perc', 'bout to run off the road
[Verse 2: Jucee Froot]
Flexed up in this b*tch, like I'm striking a pose
No picture, I say that I'm froze
I'm ballin', I don't need a goal
I keep a K, I ain't talkin' no gold
pus*y's so good he's sellin' his soul
Now he all up under my posts
Switchin' these ho's like I'm switchin' my clothes
b*tch I'm a P, I repeat like a quote, woah
Droppin' like hit for a hit
I get that dough, like bricks, yeah
And I be fresher than mint
I drop a bag on the fit, yeah
VVS' on my wrist
b*tch I'm whippin' like some bricks, yeah
Ho' be talkin' all that sh*t
But they won't talk it to the stick, yeah
Lotta choppas, think I'm El Chapo
Where the street n*ggas at? Where the narcos?
Only comin' for the guapo
Give a n*gga knot, give a n*gga plane like he macho
I'm drippin' [?]
These b*tches be sippin' my drip like a punch bowl
I beat it, like on go
I walk in the room and it drum like a drum roll
[Chorus: Lil Bam]
Walk in the room and I smell like the 'bows
My n*ggas strapped up like Girbaud
Real pimp sh*t, so I stick to the code
Make these hoes get it off the floor
Catchin' plays in the A, Julio
All the way down the field 'til I score
Ridin' around gettin' my di*k sucked in the Ghost
Off the Perc', 'bout to run off the road (Maybach Music)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Presidential Rolex and it's gold
Where I live at is bigger than Lowes (Huh)
Hundred bricks, I just get on the road
Break it down, let it go up your nose
If he ask who I put on the go
Fifty rounds, I'ma let this b*tch go
Hundred million I made all my goals
But God damn, I'm just so mighty close
Another pus*y n*gga got shot down
Heinous act by a real n*gga
All you f*ck boys gettin' boxed out
And I'ma show just how I deal with you
[?] by the D.A
Such a threat with my real killers
Went to war and it's years later
f*ck n*ggas, they still fear
New watch, another eighty on it (Huh)
Tom Brady, whole label don't it (Huh)
Half time, went to Carolina
Then to Maryland, put a razor on it
pus*y n*gga, never fake opponent
b*tch boy puttin' makeup on it
Beef with me, I'ma wack you, n*gga
Still hands on and puttin' paper on it (Maybach Music)
[Chorus: Lil Bam & Rick Ross]
Walk in the room and I smell like the 'bows (Huh)
My n*ggas strapped up like Girbaud (Huh)
Real pimp sh*t, so I stick to the code
Make these hoes get it off the floor
Catchin' plays in the A, Julio (Huh)
All the way down the field 'til I score
Ridin' around gettin' my di*k sucked in the Ghost
Off the Perc', 'bout to run off the road
Walk in the room and I smell like the 'bows
My n*ggas strapped up like Girbaud
Real pimp sh*t, so I stick to the code
Make these hoes get it off the floor
Catchin' plays in the A, Julio
All the way down the field 'til I score
Ridin' around gettin' my di*k sucked in the Ghost
Off the Perc', 'bout to run off the road