scotty cain – im juugin lyrics
[intro]
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q red on the track and [?]
skrrt
i’m juggin’ and finessin’
i shoulda learned a lesson
pow, pow, pow, pow [?] with them wesson
[chorus: scotty cain]
i’m juggin’, i’m gettin’ out the pack when it fall in my hands
they think i be jackin’, i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and runnin’ them bands
them b+tches gon’ hate when they say a real n+gga hittin’ blocks in the lamb
i’m a real street n+gga and that’s what i speak, i just be who i am
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
you a broke n+gga, you can get the f+ck out of my face, you ain’t say nothin’
[verse 1: scotty cain]
whipped up a whole lotta grams after i fall in the lab
rap about it, go do a show, every b+tch in this club i can have
my youngins, they be clutchin’ bad (pah pah)
that hoe that you cover, shе sad
you kissin’ that hoe, i just laugh, same hoe just suckеd my d+ck, no gag
i’m ’bout to go catch me a [cell/sell]
the people they all on my trail
man i gotta stay outta jail (for real)
it’s stress when you get in that cell
i’m blessed in the way i can [fail/feel] ([?] way)
i shake back from every lil error
can’t talk if you f+ckin’ with 12
you the type that a rat on the cell (rattin’ ass n+gga)
i hit the club with my n+ggas (we pull) pull out them grams
every spot i go to new, i’m always gaining fans
i could f+ck yo b+tch, she gon’ go soon as a n+gga pull out them bands
go jump in that auto with byrd, he put it in drive gon’ smash
get yo money up, n+gga, get yo money up
my n+ggas got them packs, they keep them onions tucked
i like to flex with hunnids, put them 20s up
if you ain’t gettin’ money like this, then what you stuntin’ for?
p+ssy
[chorus: scotty cain]
i’m juggin’, i’m gettin’ out the pack when it fall in my hands
they think i be jackin’, i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and runnin’ them bands
them b+tches gon’ hate when they say a real n+gga hittin’ blocks in the lamb
i’m a real street n+gga and that’s what i speak, i just be who i am
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up (harley ken)
you a broke n+gga, you can get the f+ck out of my face, you ain’t say nothin’
[verse 2: harley ken]
got so many bars they think i’m in jail
rock so much of red they think i’m in h+ll
drink so much of lean, be p+ssin’ codeine and sweatin’ out promethazine
i’m nino brown in that jeep thing
money blue, that jeep green
black robin jeans, red diamond wings, black gucci beanie, strip red and green
rappin’ my high i be trappin’ her out
what they gon’ say when i get that bugatti (what)
he trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ his bands up (yup)
yo b+tch look back again, yeah she gettin’ f+cked
she slurp me up then asked to hit my double cup (what the f+ck?)
[verse 3: byrd]
byrd man, byrd man, i’m the life of the party
heads turn, b+tches smile, when i pull up in the audi (skrrrrrt)
all my songs be dirty, bag of ice and some double cup
my kush [?] jesse
and all my cookies be double stuffed
you anti down, i doubled up, name a clique out that can f+ck with us
you turnt down, it’s up wit us
new louisiana you stuck with us
i’m loud pack, you simple green
you a half a lime and i’m a pint of lean
fat ass n+gga with some truie jeans
with the baddest b+tch a n+gga ever seen
and i’m gone
[chorus: scotty cain]
i’m juggin’, i’m gettin’ out the pack when it fall in my hands
they think i be jackin’, i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and runnin’ them bands
them b+tches gon’ hate when they say a real n+gga hittin’ blocks in the lamb
i’m a real street n+gga and that’s what i speak, i just be who i am
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
you a broke n+gga, you can get the f+ck out of my face (look), you ain’t say nothin’
[verse 4: pablo]
it’s pablo, yeah i keep a boss b+tch
8 chains on me boy i think i’m sl!ck rick
used to get the whole pack for the one six
now a n+gga get it for the o sh+t
numbers in my hood doing jumping jacks
i played qb, receiver, and run it back
if i don’t f+ck with you n+gga then you gettin’ taxed
try to jack me, same day boy getting whacked
outta town back in town with the og
don’t f+ck with no workers, just ogs
never fronts seven that c on d
junior moa with the red no oe
grew up thuggin’ and outisde with my grandma
scotland n+gga blessed me with the k!ll doe
li gee, dominique, and no noes
them three n+ggas that i’ll k!ll for
5 pack [8/ain’t] touch i’m in ski mode
send out fake packs man the game cold
they feel played, call back so i done switched phones
if they call my old line just a dial tone
i done ran my bands up on that okie doke (f+ck ’em)
it’s a dirty game but that’s just how it go
[chorus: scotty cain]
i’m juggin’, i’m gettin’ out the pack when it fall in my hands
they think i be jackin’, i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and runnin’ them bands
them b+tches gon’ hate when they say a real n+gga hittin’ blocks in the lamb
i’m a real street n+gga and that’s what i speak, i just be who i am
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
you a broke n+gga, you can get the f+ck out of my face (look), you ain’t say nothin’
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