Juggy

[Intro]
(IJD, you know)

[Verse 1]
Just to get the money, I was robbin', hoodin' on the roads
In the local shed in the corner, I was baggin' O's
My niggas, we would ride till we die, give a fuck 'bout hoes
Not forgettin' all them skatty days, we was wearin' each other clothes
Really done a lot, I put in work up in the jailhouse
Lost a lot of respect for some niggas, uh
Don't be movin' funny, this Rambo will drip your gear out
He's runnin', I might have to buss his rear out
He's runnin', I might have to tie this bitch in
I was never bitchin', ridin' with my kitchen, busy with a flick ting
Yeah, I get busy with my Rambizzy
Cah he the only sharp one that will stand with me
Let me tell the truth is, I don't trust easy
Used to trust easy till I got betrayed really
I almost done a madness till I realised
It's just because it's real life
Fuck that dumb bitch, for real, like
You haffi run who? I'll run you and run them
And I got my pole, thick stick with the gunmen
When I was on the phone every night to my best friend
She ain't my best friend
Ain't that about a bitch, but what can I do?
The GOAT said this shit be treacherous
But when it's treacherous is when I'm in my element
I need elegance, real niggas that are veterans
Ain't it evident? It's true, it's true

[Chorus]
Juggy, I'm too juggy, way too juggy with my hoodie
Where's that bitch Shania? Used to carry all my boogies
I buss me a quick right, she give me hoodie, suck my woody (Uh-uh)
Cannot lie, she done teach me how to dougie (Uh-uh)
I had to teach some niggas to make money (To make money)
Ain't no fuck boy that can take my chain from me (Take my chain from me)
And you can try, but best know you're gamblin' with your life
In the can with my nigga Reds, turnin' one into five

[Verse 2]
You haffi run who? I'll run you and run them
And I got my pole, thick stick with the gunmen
When I was in the pen, nobody done shout me then (No)
But now I'm in a Benz, they're askin' me for a uh
I had to cut 'em off 'cause they weren't talkin' sense (Talkin' sense)
You call yourself my nigga, but ain't breakin' bread (Breakin' bread)
You'd rather chase the bag and keep it for yourself (For yourself)
I'm runnin' up these figures so we make it out
(Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I'm just runnin' up these figures so we make it out
These niggas know it's me, they know I've been about
So quit the chitty-chat or bring the dingers out
And when I bring the duffle, niggas sprintin' now
Only nigga rappin' what he's livin' 'bout
They know I've been about (I've been about, I've been about)
Uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
Juggy, I'm too juggy, way too juggy with my hoodie, uh
Where's that bitch Shania? Used to carry all my boogies
I buss me a quick right, she give me hoodie, suck my woody (Suck my woody)
Cannot lie, she done teach me how to dougie
I had to teach some niggas to make money (To make money)
Ain't no fuck boy that can take my chain from me (Take my chain from me)
And you can try, but best know you're gamblin' with your life
In the can with my nigga Reds, turnin' one into five

[Outro]
Two into three, three into four, four into six
Just runnin' up a couple bricks
These niggas talkin' shit, but they uh—, uh
She gonna hold it down and die about a brick
Uh, keep the figures up, run the dingers up, keep the—