Juice Songtext
von SOB X RBE

(RBE SOB that′s the gang bitch)

Aye, and I need all pros
And Imma sip on this mud cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these niggas like I'm waldo
And bitch we gone stay with the juice til it′s all gone


Ruthless
Yeah bitch, yeah I'm ruthless
And niggas talking crazy on the net, but don't do shit
Bro got the strap, wrong move he′ll shoot ya
Big Glock, make that bitch spit like it′s droolin'
Niggas toting poles, so they opps and they don′t blast
If we see a opp, flip his whip bet he gon' crash
Test me like he dumb, bet he don′t pass
Have him lookin' stupid, like he entering the wrong class
Tried a 9 to 5, said, "Fuck it" on the block with it
30 on them Glocks, we don′t really do the stocks with it
Try and take my bitch, three strikes you will not hit it
Passin' all my hoes to the gang, I am not simpin'
SOB RBE bitch we fuller
We strapped with the heat, on the block we be coolin′
We hoop with them straps, with them Glocks we be shootin′
And I can't cuff a ho, cause these hoes I be using

Aye, and I need all pros
And Imma sip on this mud cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these niggas like I′m waldo
And bitch Imma stay with the juice til it's all gone

Aye, and I need all pros
And Imma sip on this mud cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these niggas like I′m waldo
And bitch Imma stay with the juice til it's all gone


Ho niggas, I cannot fuck with ho niggas
Callin′ up my shooter, if you rockin' you can go with 'em
Strictly Only Brothers, if you not I don′t know niggas
Heard niggas plottin′, give a fuck got them poles with us
Masked up, Mike no Myers
We got big chops and they sing, no choir
SOB bitch, we the shit no diaper
Had um runnin' four flats, like four popped tires
Niggas pickin′ sides, if you switch nigga stay there
I'm Drake with the Glock, when I shoot nigga take care
Big rounds in that chop, this bitch break bears
My niggas really ridin′, we don't really do the fake here
Niggas sending threats, lil′ nigga where you hangin' at?
SOB bitch, me and all my niggas bangin' that
My niggas all a hundred, we don′t really do the change with that
They plottin′ in the party,
We ain't trippin′ cause we came with straps
I-I stay with the juice, bitch I stay with some blues
If a nigga jump dumb, put his face on the news
If the bitch wanna fuck, then my gang coming too
Like a one word response, we got K's with us too

Aye, and I need all pros
And Imma sip on this mud cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these niggas like I′m waldo
And bitch we gone stay with the juice til it's all gone