Numb Numb Juice - Schoolboy Q
[Intro]
Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, n_gga
I'm gon' shoot if this 30's all that I got, n_gga
[Verse 1]
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 blowing ganja
So much work, they call me old school, I remind you
That b_tch 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
[Refrain]
I mean that's b_tch sh_t
Faking like you got it in your pockets, yeah, that's b_tch sh_t
Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip, yeah, that's b_tch sh_t
Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah, that's b_tch sh_t
Pull it out and acting like it jam, yeah, that's b_tch sh_t
Hating on another n_gga come-up, yeah, that's b_tch sh_t
Staying in because you know it's summer, yeah that's b_tch sh_t
You a b_tch boy, on my mama, uh
[Verse 2]
Okay, let's get it, b_tch, 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, b_tch, let's get it, woo
Seen 'em floss, in my purest form, b_tch, I'm greedy, uh
Goyard tags, filled with hella cash, this my gimme bag
Singles add, we don't do no class, n_gga, nine subtract, ayy
[Chorus]
Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, n_gga
I'm gon' shoot if this 30's all that I got, n_gga
Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, n_gga
Numb numb juice to the head, f_ck up the opps, n_gga
Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, n_gga
I'm gon' shoot if this 30's all that I got, n_gga
Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, n_gga
Numb numb juice to the head, f_ck up the opps, n_gga
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