[Chorus: Jugg Harden]
You ever seen a n***a robbin', all this jewelry?
You ever seen a handgun turn to a fully?
Skinny n***a, but when I get the up, bitch, I'm a bully
Prepared for my actions, if I'm lackin', they gon' cook me
N***a disrespect me, put my last on him
Put lil' slime on your ass, have a blast on him
I got fake trust issues, I put my past on it
I put food in n***as' stomach, but I won't brag on it

[Verse 1: Jugg Harden]
If you jump back on the 'Gram, we gotta spin the block
Just to link up with the opps, I'll spin a thot
Brodie came for your life, don't even want your clock
I got bitches in Ohio out there sellin' Wock'
Every time we make it home another victory
She let me fuck, knowin' me and her best friend got history
Girl, your man a bitch to me, he can't shoot the blick for me
I be lettin' bitches be, they still wanna stick with me
I'm the rapper, I ain't 'posed to be front line
But ain't nobody out here dyin' off of punchlines
I'ma go out beatin' on the opps like I'm King Von (R.I.P.)
Thinkin' 'bout my lil' baby, just wanna rewind
Hate sayin' R.I.P. I'd rather scream, "Free mine"
I got a habit, I can't stay up outta Revive
Ain't gotta ask me if I'm strapped, 'cause I keep mine
Hate sayin' R.I.P. I'd rather scream, "Free mine"
[Chorus: Jugg Harden]
You ever seen a n***a robbin', all this jewelry?
You ever seen a handgun turn to a fully?
Skinny n***a, but when I get the up, bitch, I'm a bully
Prepared for my actions, if I'm lackin', they gon' cook me
N***a disrespect me, put my last on him
Put lil' slime on your ass, have a blast on him
I got fake trust issues, I put my past on it
I put food in n***as' stomach, but I won't brag on it

[Interlude: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, n***a
MIA Season, still givin' n***as the work, yes, sir

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
I'll have my lil' n***as come and rip the tag off you
Supercharged, I put this bitch in S and I go fast on 'em
I run through shit, I spin around so much, I done went Taz on 'em
She talkin' shit, I won't say shit back to her, I went Chaz on 'em
My homies in the hood don't come and grab 'em, my Arabs want 'em (No cap)
You ever went to serve a n***a with your jewelry on?
You ever put 'em on your back? Michael Corleone
Two chocolate bitches and one light, ooh, that's an Oreo
A college town, I had to match, I'm not a tourist, though
Yeah, ayy, I been gettin' comfortable
Bitches meet me, see me, eat me quicker than a Lunchable
Trappers see me, greet me, be like, "Face, I swear I fuck with you"
I know I'm rappin' now, but I did everything you wanted to
How you ain't see the signs? Look, I was warning you
Don't fall asleep with thots, they be recording you
I took off on these n***as like what would Jordan do?
I bet them lil' n***as I got more than you
Jugg Harden, I'm the Slim Reaper
Five-seveN on me, ridin' with the grim reaper
When you look like money, everybody turn leeches
Dior on my body, dior on my sneakers
Let the top back, woo, poppin' smoke when I'm speakin'
Demons in my mind, I be cleaner than the deacon
I was thinkin' crime, tryna be as big as Meech
That's the Water Gang, got more waves than the beaches, n***a
[Outro: Babyface Ray]
Yeah
Jugg Harden, what's the deal, n***a?
The fuck goin' on?