Lamb Chops

[Verse 1: J.U.S]
My fox fine like '96 Vivica
My pockets fat like '99 Shaq
The bag just dropped and I don't know how to act
Don't call my phone if it ain't about a stack
It's J.U.S, boy, and I'm at it again
Earl flann', top ten, six, seven hundred bands
And the kush same color as a Kobe Bryant jersey
Call the same number, guaranteed that bitch workin'
Niggas ride the wave so I shot the nigga surface
It's a bunch of clown niggas, it's feeling like a circus
Eatin' lamb chops while my lil' bitch twerkin'
I be playin' MyCareer, I got lil' niggas workin'
I could trade a lil' blues for a whole bunch of perkys
Ain't gon' be no Nino Brown, passing out turkeys

[Refrain: J.U.S]
Now get yo' chicken up
To get yo' bitches up
And get yo' chicken up
And get yo' bitches up

[Verse 2: Quentin Ahmad DaGod]
My bitch bad like '98 Nia
[?] stuff bricks in the Kia
Fried chicken, Kool-Aid the sweetest
Bad ass kids, but I don't ever see 'em
At they granny house, gone for the weekend
Only backshots, I ain't gotta [?]
Quentin Ahmad DaGod caught you slippin', you robbed
Heartthrob, words sharp, move with the mob
Plus, the work same color as a Chris Webber jersey
Don't fuckin' move, nobody get murdered
Sharks in the water, smell blood while you surfin'
Surrounded by apes, it's lookin' like the zoo
Eatin' fresh steak while my dick get ate
I be playin' Grand Theft, young hoes workin'
Bitcoins, [?], these other niggas worthless

[Refrain: Quentin Ahmad DaGod]
Now get yo' chicken up
Get yo' bitches up
You get yo' chicken up
You get yo' bitches up
What, get yo' bitches up

[Outro: Quentin Ahmad DaGod]
Yo, it's Quentin Ahmad DaGod
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