Top Songs By Juicy J
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juicy J
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Gilbere Forté
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitkidd
Producer
Lyrics
Mane, when my momma passed away
It sent me to a dark place
Going through some shit real **** only deal with
Life is a bitch, you still fuck her on a period
Cold in these streets, a **** hungry for that meal ticket
Racing for this cash, I ain't got no fucking kill switch
Back against the wall **** plottin' on my riches
Gotta watch these ****, I see gators from a distance
Catch and cook they ass, get lil' momma make some biscuits
When you come from the Memphis, **** eat the competition
Icy ghetto bling, ****, I'm way too luxurious
My weed got diamonds in it, I get high and delirious
Black as Eddie Murphy, but my joker's way too serious
When bullets get to flying, **** start to disappear and shit
**** in they feelings you so mothafuckin' curious
Bet they be talkin' 'bout me, then they say that they be hearing shit
What type of **** is y'all?
Shut the fuck up
Watch you come around, you can't be fucking with these bitches
Working with some police, man, these **** is some piglets
Can't talk on the phone **** out here hearing "click, click"
Moving like a don, you ain't running from no heat, heat
Watch you come around, you can't be fucking with these bitches
Working with the police, man, these **** is some piglets
Can't talk on the phone, **** out here hearing "click, click"
Moving like a don, you ain't running from no heat, heat
I ain't quick to trust a bitch, that ain't part of the experience
Fuck 'em fast and furious, point, blank, period
Hoes that's in your business, be the ones your **** sleeping with
Fly to get your trust and swallow nuts and get you killed quick
Ain't no time for sucka shit, we're no bucket, bitch boy
If you ain't at the top, then you ain't the one they're fucking with
It's rules to this shit, keep a chopper and a zip
With extendo smoking indo, out the end zone, I don't miss
Kiss my daughter every morning, she know daddy out to get
Every time I leave a house, I gotta watch out for a snitch
I pulled up in that Hellcat, man that bitch is a witch
I started demon time, ****, I'm three six
You're looking at hood rich, I might take your shit
Slap a hating ass ****, watch him cry like a bitch
Middle finger mothafucker, you a hoe and a trick
Tear the fuckin' club up when this play that shit
Watch you come around, you can't be fucking with these bitches
Working with the police, man, these **** is some piglets
Can't talk on the phone, **** out here hearing "click, click"
Moving like a don, you ain't running from no heat, heat
Watch you come around, you can't be fucking with these bitches
Working with the police, man, these **** is some piglets
Can't talk on the phone, **** out here hearing "click, click"
Moving like a don, you ain't running from no heat, heat
Written by: Gilbere Forté, Jordan Houston