Numb Numb Juice (Remix)

[Intro]
Yeah-yeah
Swish, swish
Ugh

[Verse]
Yuh, tappin' like I'm Savion Glover
Sometimes I feel like fuck the world
Gotta save me a rubber (Yeah, ugh)
Say that I love her, I lied, let it burn like I'm Usher
I got feelings for these records
We in love with each other (Yeah, yeah)
She my main jawn
I can feel the breasts on the beat (Feel the breasts on the beat)
When it come to this rap shit, youngin' like me
I rather death than defeat
They stressin' the peak, I'm tryna be the best with mystique (Yeah)
And I'm no Missy Elliot, so I ain't checkin' for tweets
Checkin' for posts (Ugh), they be deaf doin' the most
My Umi say I'ma be a star one day (Star one day)
So I black out, oh, they playin' game, got a- uh
Get the whack out (Ugh)
Hunnid different ways I could act out (I could act out)
With just seven breaths, my decision set (Hah)
They be vet, I'ma promise now, but I been a threat (Yeah)
Most punchlines, I ain't in the book of Guinness yet?
Gu-inness not (Uh)
You know you don't get the credit 'til it's hot (Yeah)
As I work, handle B-I like a tie over my shirt (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't movin' like these new boys
That's how you get jerked (Yeah, swish-swish)
Do the least, fuckin' wit' my peace
That's how you get hurt (Swish-swish)
Ts, crosses like the legs of a woman in a skirt (Yeah, uh)
Eye's dotted, yeah this guy's got it
Spot it, red-dot it (Yeah)
I'm precise now, can't nobody be a light now
Like wow, like (Swish), like, S-T-R-O (Yeah)
I'm too real, got the shit in my jeans, khakis, cargos
Hol' up (Hol' up)
I'm tryna take 'em places like a manager (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas thinkin' they G, nah they more Pamela
Amateur (Ugh), granted the circumstance in they life
Wasn't as trife, so they be playin' (Uh)
When they on the mic (They playin' games)
For me, that shit is crazy
I'm tryna get the mansion, baby (Tryna get that mansion)
And sure by the flow, call it the Progressive lady (Yeah)
Tap into the skill through the stillness
Retarded beats play in my head
I got a instrumental illness (Hah, hah, uh)
I could give a lot, I could give a lil' (Mm)
Think I give a lot 'cause we got enough mils (Swish-swish, uh)
Mind like a 9, when I bust riddles (When I bust)
Everybody duck (Rrra), or everybody fucked

[Outro: ScHoolboy Q]
Time's up
Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em
We gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em, straight reclined 'em
Pistol grip, I got all kinds of, I'm not your driver
Shot gon' hit him, he won't answer, I'm blowin’ ganja