DJ Esco, Future - Juice lyrics

Court Of California
County of Los Angeles we the jury in
The above entitled action find the
Defendant Orenjal -Orenthal James
Simpson not guilty of the crime of murder
We don’t want to talk about it
We don’t want to talk about it
DJ ESCO, let's go!

It’s personal, free ‘em now
Murder trials, OJ Simpson
White on white, OJ Simpson
Double murder, OJ Simpson
Oh that’s your girl? You know I hit her
Pity niggas, she through with them
Tryna fuck my baby mama
Dog what’s up with you?
You gon’ make me get that heat
I’m pulling up on you

Certified maniac, don’t you test my patience
Came in with the robbers and
A bunch of wild Haitians
Fuck them bougie hoes, take them on vacation
I fuck bougie hoes, we don’t have relations
Fuck them bougie hoes, feed them medication
I can walk on water ‘cause a nigga wavy
You can place an order
I’m guaranteed to take it times got harder
They thought we wouldn’t make it
Got to grind harder, I started going brazy
Took a couple Vicodins and
Started feeling amazing
Double murder homicide with no visitation
Took a couple Adderall for my concentration

It’s personal, free ‘em now
Murder trials, OJ Simpson
White on white, OJ Simpson
Double murder, OJ Simpson
Oh that’s your girl? You know I hit her
Pity niggas, she through with them
Tryna fuck my baby mama
Dog what’s up with you?
You gon’ make me get that heat
I’m pulling up on you

I heard you niggas plottin'
I know you're hurtin' bad
These goofies got me high and
It’s paper in my stash
Before I signed my deal I had a million cash
I got to keep it trill before you even ask
These diamonds on me clear
They looking like glass
I drank it out the seal then
Roll it out the bag come from out the field
We rolled up with the trash
They grind up on some mills
They treat you with some class
You hold ‘em back ‘til we
Made it out the trap
You better wear your gloves and
Hit ‘em with the mac
Fucking with the plug, I’m running up a sack
I walk inside the club
I got to have the strap

It’s personal, free ‘em now
Murder trials, OJ Simpson
White on white, OJ Simpson
Double murder, OJ Simpson
Oh that’s your girl? You know I hit her
Pity niggas, she through with them
Tryna fuck my baby mama
Dog what’s up with you?
You gon’ make me get that heat
I’m pulling up on you