Twitter ft. JuiceBlo Lyrics

You better

Get off that goofy shit

Or meet the sticks with cooling kick

Spit 100 like its nothin

But this plastic won't melt for shit

He was so 10 toes

Now he sit and piss

Can't teach a old dog new tricks

But you a bitch

Keep ya nose in another nigga ass then be quick to snitch

When did mans best friend start bein whitenesses

Mad cause they was frivolous

Fucked up and now they envious

Not used to getting Benjamins

Trickin how he ended it

He should've been flippin it

Instead of fake kicking it

Braud said he aint flippin shit

The plug won't pick up for shit

Now he right back on his dick

Plottin licks, foolishness

Back to square one

How does it feel to know you blew it bitch

I was taught a real man was supposed to be slow to speak

So to me

You niggas always talking

Look like hoes to me

Hopefully

The shit you missed at home you can learn from me

Not for free

Game for sale

Life is like a lottery

Ain't on ya it's what's in ya

Gift of gab I hit the lottery

Finess the situation not the person

Do you follow me

So either way it go

I know fasho it ain't go fall on me

Put it all on me

Off my phone alone

You go ball off me

We don't follow nothing

Miss me wit that Twitter shit

We just get it off the land

Then we quadruple shit

Heard you talkin to the man

Just know I mute a bitch

Damn, yaw aint used to gettin band?

Yaw on some stupid shit

We don't follow nothing

Miss me wit that Twitter shit

We just get it off the land

Then we quadruple shit

Heard you talkin to the man

Just know I mute a bitch

Damn, yaw aint used to gettin band?

Yaw on some stupid shit

Several caliber swords looking built in on the dresser

25 reasons you should get yo shit together

Every couple years my family see me doin better

They support cause they see

How I react when under pressure

Somebody broke in my crib

But I ain't want no lecture

From my moms, so I waited bout a year to tell her

Kicked a couple doors, Thank God no one was home

How would I have justified

Using the Chrome

To my son while in prison

He left alone in this cold

World that turn young niggas hearts to stone

Trust me I know because I'm one of them

The stories was in love with them

When they lived the peaceful life

After they quit the hustlin

Everybody strugglin

Ain't got shit that they can give ya

But our lives and our thoughts

On these cold ass instrumentals

Skip the sentimentals

Give me a show to rip

And a stage to bomb

I could save you but nigga

You still gotta save yo moms

Spirits tellin a nigga to say a seance

You think I believe yo lines

Naw Bitch I just play along

Tupac must be alive

It's still the same ole song

Bust a right, I saw the law

In court, I'm always wrong

Juice, Blo!

Con, Trol!