Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh - Juliet lyrics

(Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
(Damn YP, you mixed this?) (Honcho)
Gang, gang, gang keep Scrollin' dickhead

For my brothers I'm takin' that risk
(Rah, rah)
Like, need a baddie to hold on a grip
(Glah-glah, boom, bitch)
Don't come around if you droppin' my shit
I'm with KR and Jerry lookin' for a hit
Brodie told me to chill, but I can't
(Glah, glah)
I'ma keep rappin' just give me a what?
(Glah, glah)
Brodie shoot he don't need double hands
(What? Damn)
Bullets gon' hit him they makin' him dance
(Glah-glah, boom)
And for RayRay this 40 gon' spark
No Helen Keller, so shoot through the dark
How you get caught in a tank like a shark?
Like 41 we not fallin' apart
Did a drill, had to change up the hoodie
DTB and I'm feelin' like Boogie
(Feelin' like Boogie)
That bitch a thot she gon'
Fuck cause I'm hot how you say you on court
But you niggas is pussy
That boy touchin' the ground yes
Fuck around spin in a black tech
40 ain't making no sound yet
I'ma just do it like Nike, check
(Glah-glah, boom) talkin' on 41? Aight bet
I'ma demon don't get me upset
Pull up to Saks and forget what I spent
Lack on a block and these bitches is bent
That bitch a thot and she gon' fuck off the-
(What?)
How you say you on court, but you cinnamon?
Knock on my body I keep the adrenaline
Bullets gon' knock em out
Like it's medicine, gang
Bro in a store
He ain't hittin' on innocent
He a demon and end up on citizen
KR be tweakin' my nigga is militant

Like what? Put the beam on his ligaments
PTSD bitch I'm Clutchin' on Julie
Juliet go make it a movie, what?
You niggas know what I do
I I spot an opp then bust that u-ie
Spin through, oot at his crew
Li-like she a wetty, she shakin' it on me
What?
Pass me a Glock with a beam on the bottom
I up it and dump out the stoley
One-one shot (No fluke)
Is a fraud, he is not even Woo
Big EBK put my trust in nobody
I do not regret all the shots that I threw
Off the 'migos, she turned to a smooch
Put-Put a whole in his head like a CD
She geekin' tryna get neeky
You cheat, I cheat, please don't keet me
You you throw, I throw
Dump out the V, spot a flex I'ma blow, what?
Thottie she drivin' the boat
He tried to run caught a shot to the toe
Like why the fuck would you diss on a post?
Bend through that block bitch
I'm lookin' for KJ
How you tough and they jackin' you told?

Run down I'ma oot it like Caine Frame
I'ma ooter don't care what you jack
Load up my gun while I hit from the back
Too tact', I cannot lack, like opp thots
So I keep me a strap
My bitch a demon she off of the medical
(And you niggas is movin' too federal)
And you niggas is not on my pedestal
How you gon' fuck with the
Opps 'cause we deaded you?
When I'm writin' I'm off of the 'migos
Like with the beam you get
Shot through the peephole
When I shoot perfect aim like a free throw
No execution this shot is so lethal
We gon' aim for his liver
4-1 the gang and we still gettin' bigger
Damn

Glah
Light up a gun on that nigga, he tried to run
I go dumb on that trigger
Like-like what? who really gangsta?
How you tough and you givin' your gang up?
Dissin' the gang that's on bro
He get flamed up
Spin through put the beam on his what?
Lil-lil thottie she feenin to fuck
Big-big gun oot at his crew
Throw five, you throw two
Pass pass me the deucey, they know I go ku'
What?

(Damn YP, you mixed this?)