Letra de Juice

[Intro]

Kiet, Gnino
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bleen World

[Verse 1]

Drinking on some Fanta, Bitches from Atlanta
Taking in Tussadryl, Put her ass on camera
She callin' my phone, she singing my song
I'm looking for more, I'm trapping at home
I'm mixing my juice, tasting like fruits
Bitch selling brews , I just ain't stupid
Lights going down, Bet I'm going out
Smoking on the loud, High I'm on a cloud
Sippin' on that Busch, Chillin' with my [?]
You tryna kill who? Run up get the shoot

Diss me Ight, You better think twice
Shooters take your life, Said 2 at a time
All that weed I'm slammed, money so amazing, feel like i'm famous

[Hook]

Riding in the beam, bitch you know I'm Bleen
Call your bitch Jesus, Look at me you bleed
All that ass on me, Bet you know I'm freezing
Pockets on fleek, man that shit is heavy
X2

[Verse 2]

Savaged up I didn't die, Run up on me homicide
All my goozy down slide, ducking down or you get fired
Sleeky he stay by my side, [?] on the line
Talking 'bout they took a child, guess we had to drive by
Send a couple of the toys, damn that shit is making noise
Come around he tryna know, but they ain't never hear my voice
Try to do it for the family, 30 on me it ain't friendly
Bleen World 'till I die, Try the stuff and come to kill me
Spit a verse I'm like a jukebox, Your bitch think that I'm the truth boy
Shoot him in his face like 2Pac, Oh he think that I'm a root boy
True Religion on my ass
CH on my hat
Canada we on the map
Queen's face on my stack

Benji chasin' got me running yeah yeah
Benji chasin' got me running yeah yeah
All that fame got me stunting like yeah yeah
All that fame got me stunting like yeah yeah

[Hook]


Riding in the beam, bitch you know I'm Bleen
Call your bitch Jesus, Look at me you bleed
All that ass on me, Bet you know I'm freezing
Pockets on fleek, man that shit is heavy
X3

[Outro]

Aaha
Yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ahah