JUGGERNAUT

作词 : Tyler Okonma

作曲 : Tyler Okonma

Hey Ms. Parker

Wait, wait, wait, wait

Somethin' like (Uh-oh)

I just cut some fresh lemons with the sugar

Lemon in my 'ade, lemon in my ears, call 'em boogers

Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever seen with you nigga s (Hold up)

Yeah

What it is? It's that nigga T, skin look colored in (Woo)

Ridin' in double-double R, that's that Cullinan (Yeah)

Pullin' in that four hundred gram, I just bought a disc (Yeah)

Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in (True story)

Golf le Fleur, that's Gianno shoe, what I'm runnin' in

Earlobe look like headlights on a new van (Gangsta Grillz)

I'm so mother****ing dead ass I need some Timberlands (Woo)

I battle any man, Uzi Vert, don't think they understand (Yeah, yeah)

Uh (Skrrt, cool), double C on my feet

Double G on my freak (Ooh), Louis V by my brick

She wan' kick it with me, she better eat it then leave (Leave, woah)

She try save 'bout the place but keep eatin' my meat

We can't see none of 'em, bro, she keep eatin' my seeds (Woo)

Got a E and a B on the back of the seat

I'm done with the 12, got a V16

Uh, Say the money comin' in, yeah, that's true

The more money I get, I don't wan' sex you

Can't think about the last time that I text you

It's probably once I kicks out them belt loops

Sign my giant c**k on a b***h every time check you

Just like a brand new Lamb', I wreck you, uh

So if this mind is yours, woo, woo, woo

Ride to the dinner tapin'

Outta time and ?imagine exit

Last year more than what Google say my net is

I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit (Like, woah)

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, woah

It's the double P, I rock double C

Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats

Man, come to me, you want somethin' to see

This internally flawed, that's a double V

What troubles me is you couple me

With these subtle fleas tryna double league

Hornet trapped in the hive

Of a mother****ing bumblebee

They just got the closest picture of the ****ing sun surface, that was us

Got the LaFerrari, park that b***h just for one purpose, catchin' dust

My Secret Service carry mops, call 'em street sweepers, back you up

Tat' you up then add you up, then give your cover like ?

If this shit's fake, I don't respect it, it's clickbnait

And that's distaste like a shit shake

What a difference your wrist make when it's Richard-made

Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fist plate

Shit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels that grip tape

Ride to the dinner tapin'

Outta time and ? imagine exit

Last year more than what Google say my net is

I got chatter with the ?in the tinted exit (Goddamn)

Uh, uh, uh