Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Juice , by - SOB X RBE. Song from the album SOB X RBE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SOB X RBE
Song language: English
Juice |
| Aye, and I need all pros |
| And Imma sip on this mud cause my dog gone |
| Tucked off on these niggas like I’m waldo |
| And bitch we gone stay with the juice til it’s all gone |
| Ruthless |
| Yeah bitch, yeah I’m ruthless |
| And niggas talking crazy on the net, but don’t do shit |
| Bro got the strap, wrong move he’ll shoot ya |
| Big Glock, make that bitch spit like it’s droolin' |
| Niggas toting poles, so they opps and they don’t blast |
| If we see a opp, flip his whip bet he gon' crash |
| Test me like he dumb, bet he don’t pass |
| Have him lookin' stupid, like he entering the wrong class |
| Tried a 9 to 5, said, «Fuck it"on the block with it |
| 30 on them Glocks, we don’t really do the stocks with it |
| Try and take my bitch, three strikes you will not hit it |
| Passin' all my hoes to the gang, I am not simpin' |
| SOB RBE bitch we fuller |
| We strapped with the heat, on the block we be coolin' |
| We hoop with them straps, with them Glocks we be shootin' |
| And I can’t cuff a ho, cause these hoes I be using |
| Aye, and I need all pros |
| And Imma sip on this mud cause my dog gone |
| Tucked off on these niggas like I’m waldo |
| And bitch Imma stay with the juice til it’s all gone |
| Aye, and I need all pros |
| And Imma sip on this mud cause my dog gone |
| Tucked off on these niggas like I’m waldo |
| And bitch Imma stay with the juice til it’s all gone |
| Ho niggas, I cannot fuck with ho niggas |
| Callin' up my shooter, if you rockin' you can go with 'em |
| Strictly Only Brothers, if you not I don’t know niggas |
| Heard niggas plottin', give a fuck got them poles with us |
| Masked up, Mike no Myers |
| We got big chops and they sing, no choir |
| SOB bitch, we the shit no diaper |
| Had um runnin' four flats, like four popped tires |
| Niggas pickin' sides, if you switch nigga stay there |
| I’m Drake with the Glock, when I shoot nigga take care |
| Big rounds in that chop, this bitch break bears |
| My niggas really ridin', we don’t really do the fake here |
| Niggas sending threats, lil' nigga where you hangin' at? |
| SOB bitch, me and all my niggas bangin' that |
| My niggas all a hundred, we don’t really do the change with that |
| They plottin' in the party, we ain’t trippin' cause we came with straps |
| I-I stay with the juice, bitch I stay with some blues |
| If a nigga jump dumb, put his face on the news |
| If the bitch wanna fuck, then my gang coming too |
| Like a one word response, we got K’s with us too |
| Aye, and I need all pros |
| And Imma sip on this mud cause my dog gone |
| Tucked off on these niggas like I’m waldo |
| And bitch we gone stay with the juice til it’s all gone |