Jugg

By KillBunk

Released on November 23, 2020

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[Chorus]

Yeah, I remember days, we ain't have shit

Now a young nigga living lavish

Got a Glock on my waist, make me grab it

These niggas talking, I know they ain't bout shit

Had this money way 'fore all this rap shit

I can't steal your flow, that shit too average

Pull that Glock, now he running like Mavericks

Feel like Juice, fell in love with a bad bitch

Wrist so icy I still bust down my jewels

Still with the gang, I'm gon bust down a jugg

I put that boy in the oven, yeah he can get cooked

I pulled that Glock on that nigga now that nigga shook

They asking me why I don't give a fuck

I can't feel no love, my emotions is numb

She broke my heart, she played me, I feel dumb

I ain't got no weed, know I'm sipping on some rum

[Verse]

Yeah, two staps

Make the beat go ham like it's boom bap

Got a block in my hand, I'm gon shoot back

Got your bitch on my dick, yeah she blew that

Hammer time with your bitch, I'm gon move that

I said he ain't about it, like true that

See the stars in the wraith, now she flew back

I can't fold on my nigga, no Johnny Cash

I know he a bitch nigga

If I hit a lick then he gon snitch nigga

Known my gang forever, we won't switch, nigga

He was rich, took his bands, I'm a rich nigga

Ain't no green eggs and ham, it's some grits nigga

Bitch I'm gon take your presents like Grinch, nigga

I ain't Tommy, I'm still wearing Hilfiger

Yeah your bitch like me more 'cause my dick bigger

I remember all them days we was trapping

I put a mask on, feel like Batman

I had to jugg way before this rapping

I had to jugg walk, do my magic

Shawty want lie to me

You always said you would ride for me

Said you would never switch sides on me

Only put trust into in my homies


[Chorus]

Yeah, I remember days, we ain't have shit

Now a young nigga living lavish

Got a Glock on my waist, make me grab it

These niggas talking, I know they ain't bout shit

Had this money way 'fore all this rap shit

I can't steal your flow, that shit too average

Pull that Glock, now he running like Mavericks

Feel like Juice, fell in love with a bad bitch

Wrist so icy I still bust down my jewels

Still with the gang, I'm gon' bust down a jugg'

I put that boy in the oven, yeah he can get cooked

I pulled that Glock on that nigga now that nigga shook

They asking me why I don't give a fuck

I can't feel no love, my emotions is numb

She broke my heart, she played me, I feel dumb

I ain't got no weed, know I'm sipping on some rum