Numb Numb Juice - ScHoolboy Q

Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga

I’m gon' shoot if this 30'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 blowin' ganja

So much work, they call me old school, I remind ya

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 .44 fire, the goal 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

See no flaws, in my purest form, bitch, I’m greedy, uh

Goyard tags, filled with hella cash, this my gimme bag

Zeroes 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 30'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 30'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

CrasH Talk, take two