Lyrics Goin Krazy - Jourdan Brothern

I got the juice in this world, yeah
Now I'm going crazy
I called a lil' bitch cute, now she think that I'm her baby
And now she say I'm fine, 'cause she just seen my Mercedes
And then that bitch gon' text me, "Yeah, I bet you wanna taste me"
Dating a bitch but I bet you wont kiss her
If she ever leave, yeah I bet you gon miss her
If she fuck wit opps, then you better go diss her
Or pull up on blocks and shoot at some niggas
Pullin the trigger in Tommy Hilfiger
Y'all frosted like flakes, I'm hanging wit Tigger
You still at the bottom, while I'm getting bigger
You think she ya baby, she fuckin on niggas

She calling my phone
Told that lil bitch to leave me alone
When you 'round me, better watch that tone
I'm shooting at niggas, I don't break no bones
She licking me up like a ice cream cone
Choppa make him run, run
Yeah, we shoot for fun, fun
Oh, you-you a thug?
Well you better get yo gun, gun
The love is fake but the hate is real
Niggas still gon' ask me, but they don't care how I feel
His nose was real runny, she on my dick and she bounce like a bunny
Diamonds shinin' bright, and it ain't even sunny
Diamonds shinin' bright, and it ain't even sunny
Yeah, what's so funny?
Niggas be lame, yeah, yeah
You ain't no gang, yeah, yeah
Niggas be up in my mentions, and they think I'm playing games, yeah
You still chasing for it, yeah, you ain't get no fame, yeah
Nigga play with me, then I'm gonna make it rain, yeah

I got the juice in this world, yeah
Now I'm going crazy
I called a lil' bitch cute, now she think that I'm her baby
And now she say I'm fine, 'cause she just seen my Mercedes
And then that bitch gon' text me, "Yeah, I bet you wanna taste me"
Dating a bitch but I bet you wont kiss her
If she ever leave, yeah I bet you gon miss her
If she fuck wit opps, then you better go diss her
Or pull up on blocks and shoot at some niggas
Pullin the trigger in Tommy Hilfiger
Y'all frosted like flakes, I'm hanging wit Tigger
You still at the bottom, while I'm getting bigger
You think she ya baby, she fuckin on niggas

I got my Uzi
Shooting like I'm making movies
I can't fuck with y'all niggas
Y'all act way too fruity
I turn my set off, 'cause she acting bad and boujee
All these niggas mad, 'cause that lil bitch, she gon choose me
They wanna kill me, I tell em Nike, just do it
Yeah, shot that lil bitch nigga, and I seen some body fluid
I've blood, brains, organs, yeah I really been through it
You say you a real gangsta, well you gon' have to prove it
We gon' shoot in the day, man what a nigga say?
These niggas gon' know that my choppa gon' spray
I feel like Laroi, 'cause these niggas gon stay
These niggas so fake, 'cause they see me on stage
I heard some fuck niggas talk 'bout clout
Well you better shut ya mouth
How you Mickey Mouse & Goofy?
Go back to that clubhouse
I'm not gon let these niggas effect me
'Cause you know these fuck niggas gon try to test me
Niggas up in the wrong, but they try to correct me
I thought I had some real niggas, but they left me

I got the juice in this world, yeah
Now I'm going crazy
I called a lil' bitch cute, now she think that I'm her baby
And now she say I'm fine, 'cause she just seen my Mercedes
And then that bitch gon' text me, "Yeah, I bet you wanna taste me"

Yeah, yeah, yeah I bet you wanna-
Yeah, yeah, yeah I bet you wanna-
Yeah, I bet you wanna-
Yeah, I bet you wanna taste me, taste me
Taste me, taste me