Juggernaut

Lyrics

[Intro: TrDee] (Damn, JakeSand) SBDSM, SBDSM I was on the bleachers, contem— Yeah (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin') SBDSM, SBDSM [Verse 1: TrDee] I was on the bleachers, contemplatin' if this shit for me Got up out my feelings, I forgot that I was TrDee (I forgot) Baby girl don't like me, but her brother wanna be like me (Swear to God) Push the break to start it 'cause the whip I'm in don't need a key (Phew, phew, phew) Got bread like a sandwich, come between it, you a ham (Lame) These niggas be cappin', they ain't never did a scam (Cappin') Look at what you post, that's why y'all ass ain't got a man (Freak ho) I already know who I'ma call in that jam (Brrt) I already know who really with mе and who ain't (I do) Dick put her to sleep like we was in hеre sippin' drank (Ayy, ayy) I ain't tryna fuck with you, just tell me who your bank (Who you bank with?) They can't fuck with me, tell them I got a higher rank (You can't) [Verse 2: BabyTron] Somewhere out in space, I'm rollin' fire, baked I just did the foolie, let me go make sure my tire straight Hundred Apple products, let's see what my buyer say Built like Tony Stark, it's in me and on me, I'm Iron Man Seven cities, six days Must ain't know that I can make a seven-fifty six ways The Benz ten minutes 'til six I'ma throw 'em in the blender with finishing mix White buffs off the Tech, I'm on Michigan shit He don't really know the juice, shit, I'm hittin' his Tris They got a fetty tolerance, shit, I'm hittin' the brick Like a black belt Fire bender with this fully switch, just watch his ass melt [Verse 3: StanWill] Chilly in these streets, I catch an opp, I get his puffer shot Brodie servin' zombies off a Perc', but it ain't Juggernaught Switchy on the Glock, I up this bitch, it spit like Busta Rhymes Cut into her like a surgeon, bitch, is you gon' fuck or not? Like, huh, bitch, my pendant hittin' off the light, the bitches know I'm rich as hell Pop up like, "Hello," the chopper singin' like this bitch Adele Laughed when it was light, now this shit heavy, we gon' tip the scale When I pop out with that Richie, call me Lionel You be puttin' PJs on, bitch, I be flyin' them He gon' yap about them streets until he die in them What do team and success got in common? Ain't no I in 'em I was writin' checks up on that MSR, but not the booth If I send your bitch that flame emoji, bet I'm knockin' boo Hoppin' off a flight to LAX, we finna hop in coupes If I put Militia on your head, it's hard to dodge the troops [Outro: StanWIll] Huh, bitch, Dog Shit Militia Phew