[Lyric] Im Juugin (Scotty Cain)

[Intro]
Square Bizness Only
[?]
Q Red On The Track and [?]
Skrrrrt!
I'm juggin' and finessin'
I shoulda learned a lesson
Pow, pow, pow, pow [shot 'em?] with Smith & Wesson

[Chorus: Scotty Cain]
I'm juggin', I'm gettin' out the pack when it fall in my hands
They think I be jackin', I'm trappin' and rappin' and runnin' them bands
Them bitches gon' hate when they say a real nigga hittin' blocks in the lamb
I'm a real street nigga and that's what I speak, I just be who I am
I'm trappin' and rappin' and stackin' and runnin' them bands up
I'm trappin' and rappin' and stackin' and runnin' them bands up
I'm trappin' and rappin' and stackin' and runnin' them bands up
You a broke nigga, you can get the fuck out of my face, you ain't say nothin'

[Verse 1: Scotty Cain]
Whipped up a whole lotta grams after I fall in the lab
Rap about it, go do a show, every bitch in this club I can have
My youngins, they be clutchin' bad (Pah pah)
That hoе that you cover, she sad
You kissin' that hoe, I just laugh, samе hoe just sucked my dick, no gag
I'm 'bout to go catch me a sell
The people, they all on my trail
Man I gotta stay outta jail (For real)
It's stress when you get in that cell
I'm blessed in the way I can [fail/feel] ([?] way)
I shake back from every lil error
Can't talk if you fuckin' with 12
You the type that a rat on the cell (Rattin' ass nigga)
I hit the club with my niggas (We pull) pull out them grams
Every spot I go to new, I'm always gaining fans
I could fuck yo bitch, she gon' go soon as a nigga pull out them bands
Go jump in that auto with Byrd, he put it in Drive gon' smash
Get yo money up, nigga, get yo money up
My niggas got them packs, they keep them onions tucked
I like to flex with hunnids, put them 20s up
If you ain't gettin' money like this, then what you stuntin' for?
Pussy
[Chorus: Scotty Cain]
I'm juggin', I'm gettin' out the pack when it fall in my hands
They think I be jackin', I'm trappin' and rappin' and runnin' them bands
Them bitches gon' hate when they say a real nigga hittin' blocks in the lamb
I'm a real street nigga and that's what I speak, I just be who I am
I'm trappin' and rappin' and stackin' and runnin' them bands up
I'm trappin' and rappin' and stackin' and runnin' them bands up
I'm trappin' and rappin' and stackin' and runnin' them bands up (Harley Ken)
You a broke nigga, you can get the fuck out of my face, you ain't say nothin'

[Verse 2: Harley Ken]
Got so many bars they think I'm in jail
Rock so much of red they think I'm in hell
Drink so much of lean, be pissin' codeine and sweatin' out promethazine
I'm Nino Brown in that Jeep thing
Money blue, that Jeep green
Black Robin jeans, red diamond wings, black Gucci beanie, strip red and green
Rappin' my high I be trappin' her out
What they gon' say when I get that Bugatti (What)
He trappin' and rappin' and stackin' and runnin' his bands up (Yup)
Yo bitch look back again, yeah she gettin' fucked
She slurp me up then asked to hit my double cup (What the fuck?)

[Verse 3: Byrd]
Byrd man, Byrd man, I'm the life of the party
Heads turn, bitches smile, when I pull up in the Audi (Skrrrrrt)
All my songs be dirty, bag of ice and some double cup
My kush [?] Jesse
And all my cookies be double stuffed
You anti down, I doubled up
Name a clique out that can fuck with us
You turnt down, it's up wit us
New Louisiana you stuck with us
I'm loud pack, you simple green
You a half a lime and I'm a pint of lean
Fat ass nigga with some Truie jeans
With the baddest bitch a nigga ever seen
And I'm gone
[Chorus: Scotty Cain]
I'm juggin', I'm gettin' out the pack when it fall in my hands
They think I be jackin', I'm trappin' and rappin' and runnin' them bands
Them bitches gon' hate when they say a real nigga hittin' blocks in the lamb
I'm a real street nigga and that's what I speak, I just be who I am
I'm trappin' and rappin' and stackin' and runnin' them bands up
I'm trappin' and rappin' and stackin' and runnin' them bands up
I'm trappin' and rappin' and stackin' and runnin' them bands up
You a broke nigga, you can get the fuck out of my face (Look), you ain't say nothin'

[Verse 4: Pablo]
It's Pablo, yeah I keep a boss bitch
8 chains on me boy I think I'm slick rick
Used to get the whole pack for the one six
Now a nigga get it for the o shit
Numbers in my hood doing jumping jacks
I played qb, receiver, and run it back
If I don't fuck with you nigga then you gettin' taxed
Try to jack me, same day boy getting whacked
Outta town back in town with the OG
Don't fuck with no workers, just OGs
Never fronts seven that c on d
Junior moa with the red no OE
Grew up thuggin' and outisde with my grandma
Scotland nigga blessed me with the kill doe
Li gee, Dominique, and no [noes/nose?]
Them three niggas that I'll kill for
5 pack [8/ain't] touch I'm in ski mode
Send out fake packs man the game cold
They feel played, call back so I done switched phones
If they call my old line just a dial tone
I done ran my bands up on that okie doke (Fuck 'em)
It's a dirty game but that's just how it go
[Chorus: Scotty Cain]
I'm juggin', I'm gettin' out the pack when it fall in my hands
They think I be jackin', I'm trappin' and rappin' and runnin' them bands
Them bitches gon' hate when they say a real nigga hittin' blocks in the lamb
I'm a real street nigga and that's what I speak, I just be who I am
I'm trappin' and rappin' and stackin' and runnin' them bands up
I'm trappin' and rappin' and stackin' and runnin' them bands up
I'm trappin' and rappin' and stackin' and runnin' them bands up
You a broke nigga, you can get the fuck out of my face (Look), you ain't say nothin'