Big Baby Scumbag, Lil B - Juvenile Hell (Intro) lyrics

Ayy, I wanna give a shoutout
To Big Baby Scumbag
Ayy, shoutout Lex Luger, man
It's ya boy Lil B
Swag,  it's a wrap, let's get it
(Let's get it, let's get it, Haha)
(Haha) juvenile Hell
That nigga Lex Luger

Flex, I feel like Kimbo, nigga (yeah)
Make a nigga duck like limbo, nigga (yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone nigga
(yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, nigga (Bitch)
Flex, I feel like Kimbo, nigga (yeah)
Make a nigga duck like limbo, nigga (yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone nigga
(yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, nigga (Bitch)
Flex, I feel like Kimbo, nigga (yeah)
Make a nigga duck like limbo, nigga (yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone nigga
(yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, nigga (Bitch)
Flex, I feel like Kimbo, nigga (yeah)
Make a nigga duck like limbo, nigga (yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone nigga
(yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, nigga (Bitch)

Came in this bitch in a big cat, Hellcat
With that X on my toe, like a tit tat
Big gap make a nigga wish that
Try to start, kick back, make a flip back
Take big nap laid back, bitch
I'ma sit back, don't get kidnapped
Bro stay bitch with a witch hat (Woo)
Yeah, nigga feel like light
And the wrist shine bright
Man, you fucked up
You don't know where the list that
(Bro, you ain't know)
Lame ass nigga, I ain't heard of ya
Bitch I be burnin' ya enemys
More like a burglar
Friday the 13th, my calendar, bitch
It's a holiday
Came to the lake, he might murder ya (Woo)
I'm a gatekeeper, I bury ya
Take out the trash I might dirty ya
Put it a hole straight through a hernia
Fuck a bad bitch, I ain't earnin' ya
Feel like Rihanna, "Disturbia" (Bitch)
Lame ass rap nigga, same old lines
And the same old tight ass slow, nigga
Lyin' ass nigga
You ain't need to try out here
So I'm takin' that money sellin' O's, nigga
Dime bag-sellin' ass nigga

Home boy share the same clothes, nigga
Andale and go to red, oh, nigga
I get the ball and I'm puntin' that
You get the ball and you fumble that (Ha)
Can't trust the bitch, I don't fuck with that
Money I can't get enough of that, bitch
I'ma done that
Ice all on me like a avalanche
Red and blue amulets
Bitch, I might trap like a can of what?
Bury me with 'bout a hundred racks
But from the dead, I
Ain't comin' back, spendin'
I'm burnin' that

Flex, I feel like Kimbo, nigga (yeah)
Make a nigga duck like limbo, nigga (yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone nigga
(yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, nigga (Bitch)
Flex, I feel like Kimbo, nigga (yeah)
Make a nigga duck like limbo, nigga (yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone nigga
(yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, nigga (Bitch)
Flex, I feel like Kimbo, nigga (yeah)
Make a nigga duck like limbo, nigga (yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone nigga
(yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, nigga (Bitch)
Flex, I feel like Kimbo, nigga (yeah)
Make a nigga duck like limbo, nigga (yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone nigga
(yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, nigga (Bitch)

Would you like to know how I survived hell
And came out the other side
And how you can too? It goes, patience