OJ DA JUICEMAN - Freestyle lyrics

rate me

The realest trapper in it, let me talk to you for a minute

Ain’t a trap nigga, all I did was ever get it

Gold mode on, nigga, I was down to split it

If you ever cross me for it, nigga, you can get it

Damn, man I ride around with the heat on

My seat, nigga, and you can get it, nigga

But a 36 every day, wake up get my phone, call it, nigga catch that play

Damn, nigga hate to hear that, though

Hate to see you nigga get that money real for real, though

Pussy in the skies, all the fucking time, man, that pussy he despise

A real nigga ‘cause I always try to get it, nigga

Came up on that corner, nigga, I was out to get it, nigga

You’s a hater, you’s a faker, you ain’t never tried, pussy nigga

Get your weight up

You can catch me in the hood riding around all day

Yeah, I got ‘em good

Damn, post it in the yard

Wondering what they got

We still got the heart

Damn, nigga still selling gas, nigga

Still whoop your ass, still selling grass, nigga

Nigga, that’s that damn gas, nigga

OJ came near, 100,000 of them bads, nigga

Damn, better get up on your money shit

Better try to flip a couple bricks

If you ain’t hustling, you ain’t shit

Out of time I’mma get me rich

Damn, can’t be no sit around, nigga

I’d rather blow me a swisher

Fill it up with two grams, nigga smoke up on your ass

Ain’t no pussy nigga, scram

I’m on that lean promethazine codeine

Damn, and I always sell those fucking things

Square things, nigga, come up in a basket

Got this 40 on me, extend it and it’s blasting

Damn, you can end up in a casket

If you talk that bullshit, buddy I get passed you

Damn, that’s a 100 damn shot, nigga to your damn block

Nigga, make your heart stop, nigga

And I’m still on that real shit

Young Juiceman you can catch me in the field, bitch

The realest fucking trapper, the realest nigga you know

Busting bricks up out the wrapper