Who the f*ck gave these niggas the green light
Gotta show them this shit different
Like the jugg different
Niggas say they the best w this rap shit I reply to them niggas like how sway ( Like how )
Got lil niggas thinking that they on some grown shit had to go let the child's play ( Bro run along )
He say he want beef send him up to the sky we have ya dawg high next Friday
Got tay on the wheel do a bean on the interstate we do the dash on the highway ( Skkrt )
I see all the tough shit that these niggas pulling its better if you let ya pride through
Cause you can get robbed for everything over that heart shit remind you of John Q
Ion f*ck w the pigs don't want swan flu ( F*ck 12 )
And you got them fake niggas beside you
I'm tryna do show w my bros cause I need a mill on the road no drive thru
I scratch the numbers off the side so they don't trace the tool
If they every find glizzys in won't have no serial like it was late for school
Don't have them stupid niggas gas you up like who the f*ck gave him fuel
Rather hate on another nigga stead of getting it cause you was made to lose
As a youngin pump gas at Sunoco
Now I got the rap game in the chock hold
Ordering drip it come in by the boatload
Lend them a hand call they phone they a no show
Music on every platform ain't do no shows
Her pussy pretty and pink call it rose gold
You must be signed to jd cause you so so
They catch you lacking wont have time to grow old
They taking beats over lyrics it's evident
Chilled then I had to get back in my element
Bro pouring lean in his cup he off medicine
All year was spending on drip ain't no estimate
We hit his block make him move out his residence
Start flipping house yea we had to tectris it
I hit the gas ain't no stopping I'm leveling
You want a feature then I need a settlement gang
King Muu - The Jugg Different Lyrics
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Who the f*ck gave these niggas the green light
Gotta show them this shit different
Like the jugg different
Niggas say they the best w this rap shit I reply to them niggas like how sway ( Like how )
Got lil niggas thinking that they on some grown shit had to go let the child's play ( Bro run along )
He say he want beef send him up to the sky we have ya dawg high next Friday
Got tay on the wheel do a bean on the interstate we do the dash on the highway ( Skkrt )
I see all the tough shit that these niggas pulling its better if you let ya pride through
Cause you can get robbed for everything over that heart shit remind you of John Q
Ion f*ck w the pigs don't want swan flu ( F*ck 12 )
And you got them fake niggas beside you
I'm tryna do show w my bros cause I need a mill on the road no drive thru
I scratch the numbers off the side so they don't trace the tool
If they every find glizzys in won't have no serial like it was late for school
Don't have them stupid niggas gas you up like who the f*ck gave him fuel
Rather hate on another nigga stead of getting it cause you was made to lose
As a youngin pump gas at Sunoco
Now I got the rap game in the chock hold
Ordering drip it come in by the boatload
Lend them a hand call they phone they a no show
Music on every platform ain't do no shows
Her pussy pretty and pink call it rose gold
You must be signed to jd cause you so so
They catch you lacking wont have time to grow old
They taking beats over lyrics it's evident
Chilled then I had to get back in my element
Bro pouring lean in his cup he off medicine
All year was spending on drip ain't no estimate
We hit his block make him move out his residence
Start flipping house yea we had to tectris it
I hit the gas ain't no stopping I'm leveling
You want a feature then I need a settlement gang
Gotta show them this shit different
Like the jugg different
Niggas say they the best w this rap shit I reply to them niggas like how sway ( Like how )
Got lil niggas thinking that they on some grown shit had to go let the child's play ( Bro run along )
He say he want beef send him up to the sky we have ya dawg high next Friday
Got tay on the wheel do a bean on the interstate we do the dash on the highway ( Skkrt )
I see all the tough shit that these niggas pulling its better if you let ya pride through
Cause you can get robbed for everything over that heart shit remind you of John Q
Ion f*ck w the pigs don't want swan flu ( F*ck 12 )
And you got them fake niggas beside you
I'm tryna do show w my bros cause I need a mill on the road no drive thru
I scratch the numbers off the side so they don't trace the tool
If they every find glizzys in won't have no serial like it was late for school
Don't have them stupid niggas gas you up like who the f*ck gave him fuel
Rather hate on another nigga stead of getting it cause you was made to lose
As a youngin pump gas at Sunoco
Now I got the rap game in the chock hold
Ordering drip it come in by the boatload
Lend them a hand call they phone they a no show
Music on every platform ain't do no shows
Her pussy pretty and pink call it rose gold
You must be signed to jd cause you so so
They catch you lacking wont have time to grow old
They taking beats over lyrics it's evident
Chilled then I had to get back in my element
Bro pouring lean in his cup he off medicine
All year was spending on drip ain't no estimate
We hit his block make him move out his residence
Start flipping house yea we had to tectris it
I hit the gas ain't no stopping I'm leveling
You want a feature then I need a settlement gang
Writer: Murad Robinson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid