Juice - Riff Raff, OG Ron C

Now I got the juice

Now I’m feelin' loose

Now I got the juice

Now I’m feelin' loose

Now I got the juice

Now I’m feelin' loose

Now I’m fellin' loose

Now-now I’m feelin' loose

Now I got the juice

Now-now I got the juice

Now I got the juice

Now-now I got the juice

Now I got the juice

Now-now I got the juice

Now I got the juice

Now I’m feelin' loose

Now I got the juice

Now I’m feelin' loose

Jumping out the coupe, crushed jewels on my tooth

Two yellow companions at my mansion mud wrastlin'

Five minutes after might swang through White Castle

Don’t get it confused I done broke all the rules

Don’t get it twisted you see my name in hieroglyphics

Flippin' up my phone touch screen Motorola

Daddy, what’s baking soda?

I noticed, I stay focused

Everybody noted that my words fully loaded

Nah I ain’t no rapper

Acres Homes high capper

A-1 trapper and a fifth wheel relaxer

Flip game like spatula

Bleed block like Dracula

In my trunk an AR

Throw hands like César

Make you feel worthless, trap out the entire purchase

You think I ain’t gon shine, you out your rabbit ass mind — BITCH

Hater repellant on my body

Trunk kicking like karate

Pop it up like a Ducati

Riding shotty in the big body

They call me big naughty

And bitching to get my stacks

Chill in the jacuzzi but relaxing like a bubble bath

Fit cost me 2 stacks

Shoes cost me double that

Gucci up on my waistline and I’m walking it like Johnny Cash

On the gas you can see my stock

Contagious never stops

Cabbage wrapped in rubber bands

Wrinkle free like botox

Swag poppin' like four Glocks

I got them fast feet

Haters talking down I’ll run up on em like a track meet

I got that mac heat, affiliated but recognized

Everybody know I’m on the rise, so they on my side

Baby she love to ride, punch it like a gas gauge

Hit it up like Johnny Cage and twist it up like Riff Raff’s braids

Fitted like a pair of Jays, eight keys and DK

Get the repellant out and spray it on me like a can of Raid

I’m on that MVP shit, call me Joe Montana

I got more juice than Minute Maid or Tropicana

I do what I do to upset a hater

I stay on the roll like toilet paper

Beans and Cornbread on the beat so it’s bumpin'

I’m staying on my toes like I’m reaching for something

Fuck what you say — I so hot

Call me Will Smith — I, Robot

Need a hostage team, I am your supplier

I’m Denzel Washington, Man on Fire

I am not a rapper, I am a musician

I stay high like college tuition

So hater, keep on barking

We in the front like handicap parking

Yeah you fresh but you ain’t fresh like we

Recognize Records — Hip Hop Ent

Dodging paparazzi, ninja bike is Kawasaki

Yes I’m not comparable

Your gal is getting hysterical

K-pak from Pakistan

My skin like some quicksand

Packing like an Astro van

My spaceship needs a kickstand

Never been a scrawny cat

Gunning at your Pontiac

Slangin' at the laundromat

The basement where she’s buried at

Blood on Fire, turning heads like a pliers

No batteries required

Rap game Michael Myers