Juice

[Verse 1 : Tom Azhar]

Niggers chasing hoes while we're busy chasing dreams (ahh)
Timberlands on cause our swag is on fleek (ahh)
Ama North God, Cronic running up the East
We're the new Lords we ain't fuck with O.G's

Niggers talking shit, man I had to keep composure
I can't pretend that this fucking beef is over
They getting touched when a nigga is taking over
I'm a general in front of lost soldiers

I got Petori screaming "long live" (ahh)
Live long nigga stay trill (ahh)
Got a Minaj like a Meek Mill
Ain't gone treat your little dreads like a big deal (ahh)

Long live Baba Tombi (ahh)
Living life like a movie
Blunt (W)Rapper we're the future
Got these wannabes begging for a feature

[Chorus]

Timberland boots (Timbs on nigga)
We're the hottest motherfucks (yah yah yah)
We ain't fuck wit you (fuck wit you nigga)
We ain't really with the saga (nah nah nah nah)

We just got the Juice (got the juice)
Got the Juice (got the juice)

Got the Juice (got the juice)
X2

[Verse 2 : Cronic]

I ain't bout that club homie
Lets compensate, expose you to my life homie
Just grab up a bitch, no girlfriend homie
No car ! Where we're walking to they'll snap up your chick

I swear to God nigga
Get to the crib
Oh my God nigga
Kush rolled up, bottles on deck now we're bout to get lit
Shimi shimi Nya nigga
Pardon me, that's how I get when I'm down on that liq

We know, we ain't got stacks no bands though
But Dad driving through the town with the benzo vino
Man I mean Viano
She says I push the right keys, on her piano

You thought I'd get dirty like that
But you can't conjoir my raps
I concur that ass
While you beat your dick watching some ass

I always tell Azhar
What we think we become
Blunt (W)Rapper throwing dubs
High of these drugs, we rolling up

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3 : Tom Azhar and Cronic]

Tom Azhar :

So much shit on Facebook but nothing for your script
Cleopatra got these niggers acting like a bitch
We don't really smoke but you know we're to lit
Scaring O'G's even if I'm still a kid

My niggers press play when these niggers press pause
Run this fucking game with my timberlands on
We ain't fuck you man we ain't fuck with ya'll
You just gotta bow to the Potchefstroom Gods

Cronic :

I got the juice, the whole enchilada
New Era too, you know we got the Prada
Run Shit Production we're all up in this shit
They can't comprehend that we really run this bitch

[Chorus]