Joyner Lucas — Snapple

[Verse 1] Whoo! Some niggas want to kill me I don't care if y'all feel me I'm a motherfuckin rider A hundred teeth bites to your 23 strikes Ima mothafuckin tiger I used to grip hammers now I carry Nick Cannons like I wanna fuck Mariah Your talkin bout bands but your hoppin out the van yous a motherfuckin liar Trappin on the block with a choppa in the car but I never got caught You heard all about me couple niggas try to out me but they never got far Shares to the dre's couple shots to the face and the rest is all yours Don't smile at my face with your drills at your face like a nigga Paul Walsh Got shooters and them niggas all talk Jail posed with a cellphone and my niggas all call Few problems that I'm never gon solve Couple bad bitches with some kids so I never go raw swear to God that I never go hard Drunk sex on a rollercoaster bitch you better hold on and my Cadillac really so soft Shit Ima die in the booth till the heavens gon call [Chorus] Who the fuck you think you fuckin with I'm Joyner? Trappin inna corner gettin high but I ain't have no marijuana Make a nigga wanna die from paranoia Take your body dig a hole big enough to put a tractor on you, nigga drownin and ain't gettin out the water Double sided penny flippin dimes time to get a half a quarter I don't even think you need to have a lawyer Order in the court I'm the judge bitch you gettin outta order Motherfucka! [Verse 2] And I ain't finna show you where the drugs at, fuck rap I ain't give a fuck about a crush back, trust that Pull my dick out and just make her suck that, bust that Hoes that who see me give you a nut bath, scrub that Feel like I'm ready to go above cats, up that Over your rims and under your hubcaps, puff that Smokin some shit that get you a come bat' scumbag Imma submit em sick of them dumb rats Yeah I'm finna show you where the loves at, fuck rap I ain't give a fuck about a dumb stack, trust that Gucci and Fendi and where the sun's at, bust that Shit that you speakin and give you a bloodbath, scrub that I'm more than ready to go above cats, up that Over your head and under your suncaps, puff that Spit at and kick you niggas and punt that like, like *spit* Don't your hear the drums hittin on the 808 I used to get a couple bitches that'd pay to play Never really had shit but I mad a way- and all I gave em was some hard dick and some gatorade Pussy young and I'm doin what I had to do Back when I was just a nigga with an attitude Grandma told me rap music ain't an avenue so I went hard and now I'm flyin like a parachute Joyner Lucas give a million with the man ho Workin so hard I forgot to change clothes Kickas hella soft rappers with the same flow, and all there fuckin heads cotton candy and some rainbows Hold up, who you think you is? Imma go hard no matter who you say you is I ain't for the small talk big can put the strap and I'm to busy for distractions don't be asking me no questions nigga mind yo fuckin business [Bridge] They askin me questions, like Are you Joyner? From paranoia? Put a tractor, nih (Oh Shit) Niggas drownin and ain't gettin out the water tryna, tryna get to have a quarter I don't even think you really have a lawyer Order in the court I'm the judge bitch you gettin out of order [Chorus] Who the fuck you think you fuckin with I'm Joyner? Trappin in the corner gettin high but I ain't have no marijuana Make a nigga wanna die from paranoia Take your body dig a hole big enough to put a tractor on you Nigga drownin and ain't gettin out the water Double sided penny flippin dimes time to get a half a quarter I don't even think you need to have a lawyer Order in the court I'm the judge bitch you gettin out of order Motherfucka!