Numb Numb Juice Lyrics By ScHoolboy
Two-door coupe, hoppin’ out like Jack-in-the-Box, ***
I’m gon’ shoot if this thirty’s all that I got, ***
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 *** 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 *** ***
Faking like you got it in your pockets, yeah, that’s *** ***
Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip, yeah, that’s *** ***
Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah, that’s *** ***
Pull it out and acting like it jam, yeah, that’s *** ***
Hating on another *** come-up, yeah, that’s *** ***
Staying in because you know it’s summer, yeah that’s *** ***
You a *** boy, on my mama, uh
Okay, let’s get it, ***, let’s get it, woo
Got a plan, we gon’ *** his man
The *** 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, ***, let’s get it, woo
Seen ’em floss, in my purest form, ***, I’m greedy, uh
Goyard tags, filled with hella cash, this my gimme bag
Singles add, we don’t do no class, ***, nine subtract, ayy
Two-door coupe, hoppin’ out like Jack-in-the-Box, ***
I’m gon’ shoot if this thirty’s all that I got, ***
Y’all on mute, ain’t no back-talk on my block, ***
Numb numb juice to the head, *** up the opps, ***
Two-door coupe, hoppin’ out like Jack-in-the-Box, ***
I’m gon’ shoot if this thirty’s all that I got, ***
Y’all on mute, ain’t no back-talk on my block, ***
Numb numb juice to the head, *** up the opps, ***
