Sep
07
ScHoolboy Q – Numb Numb Juice


Two door coup, hopping out
like Jack In The Box Nigga I’m gon shoot if this 30’s
all that I got Nigga time’s up, got my coins up, my bars
up Soon we find them, we gon slide them, we lined them
Straight reclined them, 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’ll remind ya, 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 I mean
that’s bitch shit Faking like you got it in your
pockets Ya that’s bitch shit Talking to them hoes, you
steady gossip Ya that’s bitch shit Telling on your
man so you can scram Ya that’s bitch shit Pull it
out and acting like it jam Ya that’s bitch shit Hating
on another nigga come up Ya that’s bitch shit Staying in
because you know it’s summer Ya that’s bitch shit You a
bitch boy on my momma Okay let’s get ittttttttt 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 44 bite It go green light, I
build that price, it fill up nice, the god won’t die Okay
let’s get ittttttttt Bitch let’s get it (woo) See no
flaws, in my purest form, bitch I’m gritty uh Goyard
tags, filled with hella cash, kiss my gimmie bag
Zeros add, we don’t do no class, nigga not subtracting
Two door coup, hoping out like Jack In The Box Nigga
I’m gon shoot, if this 30’s all that I got Nigga yall on
mute, ain’t no back talk on my block Nigga numb numb
juice to the head fuck up the opps nigga Two door
coup, hoping out like Jack In The Box Nigga I’m gon
shoot, if this 30’s all that I got Nigga yall on mute,
ain’t no back talk on my block Nigga numb numb juice
to the head fuck up the opps nigga