JID - Sugar Water lyrics
JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[JID - Sugar Water lyrics]
Inception what happens to a dream, infer
Make the connection
They say that hip-hop needed
To be resurrected
Well here's my best effort
Bitch here comes the resurrection
Resurrected like that
I'mma make this shit boom
Get high jump over the moon
Nigga gimme some room
I think I'm finna get in
The zone listening to tunes
While my nigga stay up floating
Fly like a balloon
And the weird pants sagging
Appearance of a goon then again, they fit
Can't just bag 'em when your shit cost a grip
And I can't lose grip just like
A fumble or a slip
Tryna be stuck in the game, locksmith
And your girl's a
So wonder where her lipstick been
Maybelline bruise
Number 5 on this dick on some funny shit
I'm tryna make it like really make it
Take a bath in my cash
Like is he really naked? But I'm just sayin'
Napoleon complex got a nigga thinkin' like
"Why they can't just treat
This lil nigga right?"
Most people try to follow what
They see on fucking TV
Superstar assholes as arrogant as can be
But I can't say shit 'cause im
Just as arrogant as they is, they are
I can't touch the sky by
Flying under the radar
And when i was a kid I pointed
Said I wanted they car
Now they car is my car
They main broad my side broad
I want my feet in every
Direction like a tripod
You blessed me with all this
Talent I'm like "why god?"
Shit I think he tryna test me
Nah fuck that, I think he tryna bless me
So keep goin' three shots in the game
JID free throwin' yuh, jID free throwin'
And thats my ego, egoin', fly, like an eagle
Still goin' in
Uh, it ain't over yet hold on yeah, Alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No patience, nigga this my operation
Mo' paper and fuck phony allegations, hah
I feel greatness on the horizon, but
Right now I'm kinda fried writing
Feelin' mummified fightin' and I'm typin'
Yall niggas can't see my fuck skypin'
I'm wipin' myself down come fight me
Got a white bitch, orange hair that's Irish
Ever been to Ireland?
Me either but that bitch is a meat-eater
Two seats in the back one
In the front a three-seater
I see demons everywhere but I smoke reefa
Calm my mind how you doin' JID
I'm fine on my grind big mind, no crime
Real ting, no lyin'
And I'll take your shit like a pirate
Pirus red shit diss track dead shit
And I want cheese on everything, money talk
DJ, uh, moneywalk
And I'm all 'bout dough, so that's all I know
And my money gon' reach heights
Even if I don't grow, no mo'
So so I blow dope like hammer on the camera
I swear I'm the green
And brown stuffin' that
While my chick get pampered
You live inside of the box
You're such a hamster
JID, and my speakers never go hammer hammer
Bammer bammer
I am straight from the east side of Atlanta
Throw them E's up
The A, zone 6, I am on shit
Fuck yall niggas yall on dick
Fucking faggots ate like fucking maggots
I'm attractive, fucking magnet
Understand me, I over-stand it
Get my fucking overstanding j-ID
Make the connection
They say that hip-hop needed
To be resurrected
Well here's my best effort
Bitch here comes the resurrection
Resurrected like that
I'mma make this shit boom
Get high jump over the moon
Nigga gimme some room
I think I'm finna get in
The zone listening to tunes
While my nigga stay up floating
Fly like a balloon
And the weird pants sagging
Appearance of a goon then again, they fit
Can't just bag 'em when your shit cost a grip
And I can't lose grip just like
A fumble or a slip
Tryna be stuck in the game, locksmith
And your girl's a
So wonder where her lipstick been
Maybelline bruise
Number 5 on this dick on some funny shit
I'm tryna make it like really make it
Take a bath in my cash
Like is he really naked? But I'm just sayin'
Napoleon complex got a nigga thinkin' like
"Why they can't just treat
This lil nigga right?"
Most people try to follow what
They see on fucking TV
Superstar assholes as arrogant as can be
But I can't say shit 'cause im
Just as arrogant as they is, they are
I can't touch the sky by
Flying under the radar
And when i was a kid I pointed
Said I wanted they car
Now they car is my car
They main broad my side broad
I want my feet in every
Direction like a tripod
You blessed me with all this
Talent I'm like "why god?"
Shit I think he tryna test me
Nah fuck that, I think he tryna bless me
So keep goin' three shots in the game
JID free throwin' yuh, jID free throwin'
And thats my ego, egoin', fly, like an eagle
Still goin' in
Uh, it ain't over yet hold on yeah, Alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No patience, nigga this my operation
Mo' paper and fuck phony allegations, hah
I feel greatness on the horizon, but
Right now I'm kinda fried writing
Feelin' mummified fightin' and I'm typin'
Yall niggas can't see my fuck skypin'
I'm wipin' myself down come fight me
Got a white bitch, orange hair that's Irish
Ever been to Ireland?
Me either but that bitch is a meat-eater
Two seats in the back one
In the front a three-seater
I see demons everywhere but I smoke reefa
Calm my mind how you doin' JID
I'm fine on my grind big mind, no crime
Real ting, no lyin'
And I'll take your shit like a pirate
Pirus red shit diss track dead shit
And I want cheese on everything, money talk
DJ, uh, moneywalk
And I'm all 'bout dough, so that's all I know
And my money gon' reach heights
Even if I don't grow, no mo'
So so I blow dope like hammer on the camera
I swear I'm the green
And brown stuffin' that
While my chick get pampered
You live inside of the box
You're such a hamster
JID, and my speakers never go hammer hammer
Bammer bammer
I am straight from the east side of Atlanta
Throw them E's up
The A, zone 6, I am on shit
Fuck yall niggas yall on dick
Fucking faggots ate like fucking maggots
I'm attractive, fucking magnet
Understand me, I over-stand it
Get my fucking overstanding j-ID