Chri$ Buck$ - No Juice

Uh, hatin' on a nigga, you got no juice
Boys get quiet when I get loose
I'll punch you in your mouth for that shit talk everything I own, bitch, I've been bought
Tryna keep my pockets full, big boss
If you ain't in the circle, then that's your loss
It's gon' cost to talk the type of shit that I talk

Fuckin' up this beat, this shit too easy I ain't even need a hook, I just went in
Diving in that water, bitch, I go in
Niggas do it for the gram, I do it for the profits
Niggas quick to grab a gun, knowin' it ain't gon' pop it
Need to stop with all that weird shit and start coppin

I can put you on your shit, oh, he fly now
Why niggas get quiet when you come through
Boy, I got that brick like I'm Craig two
Hatin' on a nigga, you got no juice
Kill him all in silence, they have no clue
Before they see red, you gon' see blue
And if your homie with you, he gon' go too

Two for one, all I know is play for keeps
Big dog on my tent, you ain't pumpin' shit
Don't let me get mad, I'ma start punchin'
Middle of the party, tryna sneak somethin
That's what we call get back
We don't give a fuck where we at, you gettin' that
Good weed keep my nerves calm
Good drink in the cup keep my blood warm

Good weed in the sack keep my pockets strong good plugs and good numbers keep my focus, y'all
Oh, oh, yeah
Hatin' on a nigga, you got no juice

Written by:
Christian Sills

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