juggin juggin #service

[Intro]
You are now tuning into the Service Status Station
Trapaholics, Real, Trap, Shit

[Verse]
B-B-Be that skinny motherfucka that yo bitch be in love wit'
I don’t talk to no one, it ain’t for discussion
Hit the city wit' 'prtty, juggin' in public
I do not fight, didn’t buy this blick for nothing
Woah, sippin' Whitney, feel it in my stomach
I high-tail it to the crib when I’m up to something
Aye, for this money I be lustin'
If you gon be wit’ me, cannot sniff no Justin
Yuh, stay in the backseat wit' the heater
It’ll delete ya
White girl my senorita
Five star death what I got in my headphones
I sit like L, but I write like got a Death Note
I’ve moving to the front
Ain’t gotta put a front
Scythe don’t give a fuck
I'm mixed, ain't a mutt
In the cut, you get cut
They stare when I strut
Jeans patched, yeah, they crust
You get cut like some crust

[Outro]
Shout out Soulzpurity, shout out Crpsrtty
Self Service in this bitch, fuck you talkin' 'bout
We gon keep going on wit' this shit
All day, all week, all summer long
2k25, fuck you, aye