Jugg

Load up the K Cause we shootin' today Those niggas tried to spin So we spinnin' it back Sippin' on Effin Cause the hoes F'ing with me But they really only want my bag I just wanna sit back, Chill In the crib, on the low Kickback and count my racks I don't do kickbacks or parties I ain't going If the shit didn't make me a bag And I still know these girls Just guns But the thing with guns is They fun Don't think I should chase her I'm done Still sippin' on liquor I'm drunk All this bread just gon' get to my head and shit All the haters just wanted me dead and shit Sent the text but I know you just read the shit Got me thinking ahead in my head and shit Look Man the girl in my head She so beautiful Will she hurt me? You know that's the usual When I chased her They called me delusional At that party I didn't know who to shoot Head was spinning around Like a hula hoop Tried to read her She just like a Rubik's cube Wait Am I her backup plan? Or do she really want me to be her man? I'm really tryna feed the fam I carry this Drake Like Adonis Graham But I really don't give a damn I only buy zips I don't need no grams I'm only tryna Jugg on the low Cause I'm not tryna give my bread off to Uncle Sam Am I her backup plan? Or do she really want me to be her man? I'm really tryna feed the fam I carry this Drake Like Adonis Graham But I really don't give a damn I only buy zips I don't need no grams I'm only tryna Jugg on the low Cause I'm not tryna give my bread off to Uncle Sam Jugg, Jugg, Jugg, Jugg Jugg, Jugg, Jugg All You Gotta Do Is Jugg, Jugg, Jugg, Jugg Jugg, Jugg, Jugg, Jugg (Aye, Nigga what the fuck do you do for a living bruh?) Bruh, I just make money nigga, that's it (Nigga but how You ain't got no job or nothing, how you, how you gettin' money bruh) Bruh I just told you Am I her backup plan? Or do she really want me to be her man? I'm really tryna feed the fam I carry this Drake Like Adonis Graham But I really don't give a damn I only buy zips I don't need no grams I'm only tryna Jugg on the low Cause I'm not tryna give my bread off to Uncle Sam Jugg, Jugg, Jugg, Jugg Jugg, Jugg, Jugg All You Gotta Do Is Jugg, Jugg, Jugg, Jugg Jugg, Jugg, Jugg, Jugg (Oh shit, so like, you mean juggin' Like you be stealing shit Like you on some Robin Hood type shit ain't it bruh?, you be You be stealing from the rich niggas And giving back to the niggas who ain't got shit Goddamn boy you a cold nigga As long as you ain't stealing from me, shit we straight) Bruh, that is not what the fuck I meant but alright