Numb Numb Juice

Two-door coupe
 Hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
 I'm gon' shoot
 If this thirty's all that I got, nigga
 Time's up
 Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em
 We gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em
 Straight reclined 'em
 Pistol grip, I got all kinds of
 I'm not your driver
 Shot gon' hit him, he won't answer
 I'm blowing ganja
 So much work, they call me old school
 I remind you
 That bitch you think you got is not you
 Where you find her?
 She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her
 Then I slid it in, I win, I win, ayy
 I mean that's bitch shit
 Faking like you got it in your pockets
 Yeah, that's bitch shit
 Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip
 Yeah, that's bitch shit
 Telling on your mans so you can scram
 Yeah, that's bitch shit
 Pull it out and acting like it jam
 Yeah, that's bitch shit
 Hating on another nigga come-up
 Yeah, that's bitch shit
 Staying in because you know it's summer
 Yeah that's bitch shit
 You a bitch boy, on my mama, uh
 Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo
 Got a plan, we gon' kill his man
 The gun won't jam, it's on on sight
 I might get life, that's on my life
 The four-four-five, the go, green light
 To build that price, it filled up nice
 The god won't die
 Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo
 See no flaws, in my purest form
 Bitch, I'm greedy, uh
 Goyard tags, filled with hella cash
 This my gimme bag
 Zeroes add, we don't do no class
 Nigga, nine subtract, ayy
 Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
 I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga
 Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga
 Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga
 Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
 I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga
 Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga
 Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga
 CrasH Talk, take two