Maybe It's the Juice

"Maybe Its The Juice"

Shhh... don't say nothing

I know you broke, be quiet

Big money talkin' (burr)

Count up

R.I.P Double Dee

Brick Squad

Go!

No breathing

No [?] either mane

Don't hit my line if you ain't gon' buy something

All that gold in your mouth, boy you thugged out

I'm not a maid, but I clean out the gambling house

She said, "Gucci, out, take it out, ouch ouch"

Rich nigga beat your back out on Versace couches

Got my sleeves on, got my top off

Her nails ain't pressed on, her hair ain't snatching out

They say I'm tacky yellow, white jewelry mismatching now

Money bulgin' out my Diesel khakis, yeah, it's bulgin' out

Miss lady say she know me

I'm ballin' like Ginobili

She say I fucked her in east LA, man that's just what she told me

She suck me till my toes curl, I asked her "Whatcha owe me"

Said "Wop don't owe her nothing man, but beat it like I stole it"

Sitting at the Floyd fight, Golden Boy Promotions

Said you signed to Def for what? Man I put that on my Rolly

Got them black All Stars on me, like a OG

Had a black Bentley, now it's red on Forgi's

Maybe it's the juice

Maybe it's the juice

She want to get loose, so I let her drink the juice

Double deuce, double cup, pour a fo' or two

Sliding in the coupe, half a pint in my apple juice

My first gun was a double deuce

Who got the juice? Who got the Juice? I'll throw you off the roof

I'm Gucci Lion rastafari, and I fuck with Snoop

I'm Uncle Gucci, K.O.D. got hoes like Uncle Luke

You in a weak crew nigga making checkers moves

Chess moves, Tim Duncan, nigga vet moves

So many snakes in the grass, bought a mongoose

I camouflaged my Foamposites like some jungle

It's Gucci