Lyrics:
homeboy
Killer kill putting it down for the ghetto)
Ride with cracked up bumpers
Do what it takes to win
We mix our juice with Gin
We mix our fight with
the player hate the game
I be in Liv, ace of spade
Fontainebleau got tanqueray
Gin and juice like ayy ay and im feeling the way that she say my name
Im a real
juice and gin (Aye)
Cover her in specimen (Wink)
That boost my adrenaline (Win)
Her hair look like pussy (Pink)
Her tits Dolly Parton (Big)
Them things
playin' checkers, I play chess, that's why I'm thinkin' it through
Make it fizzy every time, I mix the gin with the juice
Your life a hoose, I know you're
Slapped with fake charges and questioned
We’re here to live, we forget it
So all my kid beef got deaded i got no time
For who said it
Drive-by with TECs
Willie on the roof
(There is no rule)
Come on and feel the groove
(There is no rule)
Just let your body move
Let's have some gin and juice
Cause we're
seeds, where the liquor at?
Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose
Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice
Cause then we gon' be riding
to a restaurant that ran out of food
That idea sound good but your stomach ain't full
So ima just do what I do, welcome to Hell's Kitchen
Orange juice, mix the gin
hold piece then squeeze the thing
Arms flailing like they do the wop
Everybody running helther skelter like ruck and rock
Verse 2
Gin and juice I got it
plotting ima know
I'm just going with the flow
With a 5 star bitch
She do 5 star tricks
I ain't into politics
I just get it how I live
I stay with
the fourth
Grade A piece of ass, so I plan on screwing it
Slipped of a couple Rufilin inside the bitch's juice and gin
Next thing you know, we're on Earl's
miss my niggas
N i live through him
Rip my nigga, live my dreams through him
Throwback we was kickin it....bangin juice n gin
Lovers turn to haters nigga
Adderall and fentanyl
Marijuana residue on my fingernails
Doing the gin and juice till my system fails
Its no complication well
I'm headed to the sky you
don't waste time
More fire
So yh please pour some shats
And get get get lose
I'm getting jet with my guys I got groove
I got gin I got juice
In this ting
wanna see me take no lives
Play with the funk, open up your trunk see who survives
I'm servin' the murder by the pound, a hundred and fifty rounds
inklings
Who decides who lives or dies this house of lies resides on sinking
Ground and pounds on cries of instinct sounds were founded by a riesling
Whine
below my D
You know what that means
You blowin' me
Gee-Zus!
Suck the tip till so much spit dribbles down your chinny chin chin
Throw back some gin till
please
Oh baby please
What you wanna do
I'm up in my room
Listening to my tunes
Cup of gin and juice
Getting high
Soaring skies
Asking why
Am I doing this
some gin and juice
Cause we're gonna turn it loose baby
There is no rule
To the otherside like Jim Morrison
Guzzlin' gin wondering if I drink more than him
Scary thought
I got the juice like Barry Bonds
I ain't tryna blend in like
right back at it again
I got some juice I got some gin I party down y'all niggas too thug
Take a sip of this, it make you dance like Uncle June bug
reck'
Even though I knew he had a Mac 10, know I gave a fuck
And stuck the TEC out the window ready to let loose
Get some gin and juice and then tell
reck'
Even though I knew he had a MAC-10, know I gave a fuck
And stuck the TEC out the window, ready to let loose
Get some gin and juice and then
'cause they got hidden hues
I'm in a Bentley coupe with a bitch
That look just like Betty Boop
And on 1942, she from the beach
So she get gin and juice
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