ScHoolboy Q - Numb Numb Juice Lyrics

Two-door coupe, hoppin` out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I`m gon` shoot if this thirty`s all that I got, nigga
Time`s up
Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find `em
We gon` slide `em, we lined `em, straight reclined `em
Pistol grip, I got all kinds of, I`m not your driver
Shot gon` hit him, he won`t answer, I`m blowing ganja
So much work, they call me old school, I remind you
That bitch you think you got is not you, where you find her?
She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her
Then I slid it in, I win, I win, ayy

I mean that`s bitch shit
Faking like you got it in your pockets, yeah, that`s bitch shit
Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip, yeah, that`s bitch shit
Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah, that`s bitch shit
Pull it out and acting like it jam, yeah, that`s bitch shit
Hating on another nigga come-up, yeah, that`s bitch shit
Staying in because you know it`s summer, yeah that`s bitch shit
You a bitch boy, on my mama, uh

Okay, let`s get it, bitch, let`s get it, woo
Got a plan, we gon` kill his man
The gun won`t jam, it`s on on sight
I might get life, that`s on my life
The four-four-five, the go, green light
To build that price, it filled up nice
The god won`t die
Okay, let`s get it, bitch, let`s get it, woo
Seen `em floss, in my purest form, bitch, I`m greedy, uh
Goyard tags, filled with hella cash, this my gimme bag
Singles add, we don`t do no class, nigga, nine subtract, ayy

Two-door coupe, hoppin` out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I`m gon` shoot if this thirty`s all that I got, nigga
Y`all on mute, ain`t no back-talk on my block, nigga
Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga
Two-door coupe, hoppin` out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I`m gon` shoot if this thirty`s all that I got, nigga
Y`all on mute, ain`t no back-talk on my block, nigga
Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga