Jugg Messiah 2

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, J.K) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz [Verse] Jack Man, I can't wait till the 11 drop Made twenty in New York, feel like Kevin Knox Dick sucking but you broke, boy, you better stop And if the credit DC, I bet the debit pop Bitch, I'm really in my bag Got the secret recipe, I feel like Mr. Krabs Throw a bullet at yo ass, tryna throw a jab Bitch, I crack cards, you won't catch me in no lab Feeling like I was born to jugg Made four and then I made two, feel like Dugg I'm the socket now, I used to look for the plug Bitch talking us but I ain't got no love Sleaze ball, I'm a cheater and a liar now Asking how to swipe? Better go ask FireFox (Dummy) Only time I'm not out of town is if my tire pop Good .40 stick, it'll fuck up the entire block Bitch balling, she could've went to UConn One of a kind, bitch, it ain't two Trons (It ain't) Paid full price for the kicks, fuck a coupon Choosing off the fit but this some lil' shit I threw on G-O-A-T, yes, bitch, that's me, that's probably why they hate me Looking at the fit, you can tell I'm AP But we know yo shit declined so don't try to play me Coach Tron calling plays, I'm not Popovich The sliders ain't up, really I just got a gift Jammed three times, grabbed the bag then I gotta dip Dunking with this .9, on some Andre Iguodala shit Won't catch me out, I make money while I'm chilling Aiming for the stars, bitch, I been past the ceiling Just made a play today, you wouldn't know the feeling Powered up like Marvel but I'm jugging like a villain You worried 'bout the strike, you ain't thinking bout the spare Jumped in the deep end, wasn't thinking 'bout no air Pulled her tracks out, I wasn't thinking 'bout her hair You would never get no money 'cause you thinking like you scared Ask bro, I used to bust ass on the court But now I don't hoop, I jugg dummies as a sport Now I'm blessed, wake up and I thank the Lord And if you ain't getting money, what you living for? In Walmart doing my dance 'cause the chip pop You gon' slip tryna walk behind this drip-drop Breath taker on my side, I refuse to get got Bro'll turn into Billups, hit you with a big shot Road running, ain't no time for a pit stop Feel Sandy Cheeks, I'll pull up with a big chop Neiman's love me now, I used to get it from the thrift shop Went from Fila slides to double G's on the flip flops I got my balance right, I was tripping over hoes Feeling like Usain, how I'm dipping to the Pros You see that lil' button? If I click it then you gone Four hunnid dollar shirt, bitch, I'm dripping in Vlone Thinking that he Steve Jobs off of two jacks (Lame) Used to do Burlington, now I do Saks Hoes used to ho me, now they like, "Who that?" Glock kinda strong, run up on me and get blew back MMA work, punches fucking up the web Alaskan crab, I got butter hanging off the leg She swallow dick now, I used to get left on read Got workers working while I'm chilling in a bed Feeling like a wizard, I'm a 101 magician Poof, he outta there, I left his ass missing I really am the GOAT, boy, you just gotta listen Look up "Jugg Messiah", bitch, I'm the definition