Schoolboy Q - Numb Numb Juice lyrics

Two door coupe, hoppin'
Out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I'm gon' shoot if this 30's
All that I got, nigga

Time's up got my coins up, my bars up
Soon we find 'em
We gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em
Straight reclined 'em
Pistol grip, I got all kinds of
I'm not your driver
Shot gon' hit him, he won't answer
I'm blowin’ ganja
So much work, they call me old school
I remind ya
That bitch you think you got is not you
Where you find her?
She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her
Then I slid it in, I win, I win, ayy

I mean that's bitch shit
Faking like you got it in your pockets, yeah
That's bitch shit talking to them hoes, you
Steady gossip, yeah, that's bitch shit
Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah
That's bitch shit
Pull it out and acting like it jam, yeah
That's bitch shit
Hating on another nigga come-up, yeah
That's bitch shit
Staying in because you know it's summer
Yeah that's bitch shit
You a bitch boy, on my mama, uh

Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it
Woo got a plan, we gon' kill his man
The gun won't jam, it's on on sight
I might get life, that's on my life
The 44 fire, the goal green light
To build that price, it filled up nice
The god won't die
Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it
Woo see no flaws, in my purest
Form, bitch, I'm greedy, uh
Goyard tags, filled with hella cash
This my gimme bag
Zeroes add, we don't do no
Class, nigga, nine subtract, ayy

Two door coupe, hoppin'
Out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I'm gon' shoot if this 30's
All that I got, nigga
Y'all on mute, ain't no back
Talk on my block, nigga
Numb numb juice to the head
Fuck up the opps, nigga
Two door coupe, hoppin'
Out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I'm gon' shoot if this 30's
All that I got, nigga
Y'all on mute, ain't no back
Talk on my block, nigga
Numb numb juice to the head
Fuck up the opps, nigga

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