[Intro/Hook]
Shore line mafia, bitch I got the Juice
Running through the field
Yeah running with my troops
Molly in the bag, lookin' like fruit loops
Bitch you dead to me, tie your own fucking noose
Shore line mafia, bitch I got the Juice
Running through the field
Yeah running with my troops
Molly in the bag, lookin' like fruit loops
Bitch you dead to me, tie your own fucking noose
[Verse 1]
Medicade I mean I'm medicated with my K
Get too close, I'ma let that bitch spray
All these diamonds on me, got my own ice tray
40 a game with a flu, bitch I'm MJ
Michael Jordan, I'm not talkin' Jackson
Talk shit on the phone, you don't want action
5 blunts a day, got me relaxin'
No handouts bitch stop askin'
All this shit was earned, none was given
Double cup to the top, Boy I stay sippin'
Pound after pound, that shit I stay flippin'
Parents on my ass, I don't know why they trippin'
AR-15 with a scope, I ain't missin
Steph Curry on your ass, boy I stay swishin'
82 and 0, bitch I stay winnin'
Bitch fucked me over, no time for forgivin'
Bitch ain't treat me right, I left her in the dust
No Lamar Odom, bitch I ain't a fucking bust
Me and shooters all hoppin' out the bus
Got my killers with me, they know they got my trust
2 pioneers in my car, got them subs
Like Steelo, bitch I'll fucking wet you up
1 shot, 2 shot I'll hit you in the gut
That bitch drunk and she fiendin for a nut
Call me Ointment, you know I'm in the cut
And I got this game on a motherfucking crutch
3 gram blunt yeah I rolled it in the Dutch
Ball in my hands these boys know I'm clutch
She a 4 without makeup, she lookin rough
No bitch real, no bitch I'ma cuff
30 on me, yeah this shit ain't a bluff
You want war, all I'm saying is goodluck
Shore line mafia, bitch I got the Juice
Running through the field
Yeah running with my troops
Molly in the bag, lookin' like fruit loops
Bitch you dead to me, tie your own fucking noose
Shore line mafia, bitch I got the Juice
Running through the field
Yeah running with my troops
Molly in the bag, lookin' like fruit loops
Bitch you dead to me, tie your own fucking noose
[Verse 1]
Medicade I mean I'm medicated with my K
Get too close, I'ma let that bitch spray
All these diamonds on me, got my own ice tray
40 a game with a flu, bitch I'm MJ
Michael Jordan, I'm not talkin' Jackson
Talk shit on the phone, you don't want action
5 blunts a day, got me relaxin'
No handouts bitch stop askin'
All this shit was earned, none was given
Double cup to the top, Boy I stay sippin'
Pound after pound, that shit I stay flippin'
Parents on my ass, I don't know why they trippin'
AR-15 with a scope, I ain't missin
Steph Curry on your ass, boy I stay swishin'
82 and 0, bitch I stay winnin'
Bitch fucked me over, no time for forgivin'
Bitch ain't treat me right, I left her in the dust
No Lamar Odom, bitch I ain't a fucking bust
Me and shooters all hoppin' out the bus
Got my killers with me, they know they got my trust
2 pioneers in my car, got them subs
Like Steelo, bitch I'll fucking wet you up
1 shot, 2 shot I'll hit you in the gut
That bitch drunk and she fiendin for a nut
Call me Ointment, you know I'm in the cut
And I got this game on a motherfucking crutch
3 gram blunt yeah I rolled it in the Dutch
Ball in my hands these boys know I'm clutch
She a 4 without makeup, she lookin rough
No bitch real, no bitch I'ma cuff
30 on me, yeah this shit ain't a bluff
You want war, all I'm saying is goodluck
( Saint Logan )
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