Lyrics Alot - Jul1vn

I mix Dior with the Rick I got expensive taste
They like Ju how you spend 20,000 on your waist
I'm like hold on, see these bands I throw em' at your face
I don't even pop no perkys cause' they probably laced
I gotta hold down the spot, I gotta hold down the glock
They said Ju get up out the hood cause' all of these niggas be trappin' a lot
If my brother up in the kitchen then you know he stirring that pot
That boy said he got my back but all of these niggas be cappin' alot
I can't trust no hoe, yeah they be cappin' a lot
Niggas ain't bout that shit all of these niggas be living a lie
I gotta watch how I move nigga, yeah RIP Pop
But if that nigga want smoke, tell that boy to send me the drop
Nigga try to play that nigga got popped
Yeah I keep making these hits I swear to God that I can't stop
And when I drop this tape I swear to God that it can't flop
I'm tryna change my ways yeah I know I say it a lot
Nigga I don't play that shit, Yeah we gon jugg that boy
And we gon' stain that shit, you know I rock wit' slime, I don't gotta explain that shit
I call my shooter Picasso, yeah he gon' paint that shit