Suns out, roof down, don't hesistate Couple niggas dictate, I demonstrate See a likkle sweet one, that's lemonade Said she want the hot sauce, not peri made We can take a trip like Ella Mai, show me how your mind works, baby I can elevate And you can get a cheap sandy, bare bands Now I'm SpongeBob, true I got square pants I got all this weight on me, I been tryna go gym, just wait on me Still dripping on your wife, don't hate on me Caked up, now she got her face on me I been dishing out work like an agency Spend a day in my trap, there's vacancies Been tryna cook food, do it patiently This is my life, welcome to the bakery What's all the gun talk? You eediat Your sticks jam, they don't bang, so leave it Juice gon' spill on floors like when I'm yaked Talk them lies but us man don't do that What's all the gun talk? You eediat Your sticks jam, they don't bang, so leave it Juice gon' spill on floors like when I'm yaked Talk them lies but us man don't do that Let me gear down tru' the whip, got triptonics Hot wrist, so I had to put six on it And they laugh cause they thought it was a dead change, like MTV, I put cribs on it Ask TFL when I got the buss down, it's the NFL, girls running us down Put a hole in one anytime I touch down That's rounds She ain't got the apple bottom jeans or the boots with the fur That's a pair of 110s, tell her to move to the curb From the little sick men doing rounds in the dirt I don't wanna hear a word, not a noun or a verb We've always been a pain, even if the car's fucked That's a order with your name, even if the Star bucks Always be the same, tell her get her rass up How you getting starstruck? Tell a nigga park up What's all the gun talk? You eediat Your sticks jam, they don't bang, so leave it Juice gon' spill on floors like when I'm yaked Talk them lies but us man don't do that What's all the gun talk? You eediat Your sticks jam, they don't bang, so leave it Juice gon' spill on floors like when I'm yaked Talk them lies but us man don't do that You get barbecued if you do chat Ghost man up or fry him with my bang I won't take no chat, I haffi you know man Feds asking questions, shit, I dunno know man Stressful times when the block gets hot Suns still a myth, I can't even go shop Looking for a what? I swear they're looking for clues I swear I've had enough of these nosey cops I work everyday so I'm defo on job Late night grind, jus' grinding with thots True say, I can't spill any in one More time if I did, that's a daughter or a son What you know about tour and everyone's gone? Herbs and drip, going round, it's all long And when I say drip, I'm talking 'bout roc And when I say roc, I'm talking 'bout Cîroc Or any other bottle that we got going 'round You can get buss up for your buss down Tryna be funny, them man are some clowns Cah every time I've see man, I run a man down Run a man down, yeah, I run a man down Shh got shh when shh got 'round Your boy'll get lost and he'll never be found So fix your face, don't give me no frown What's all the gun talk? You eediat Your sticks jam, they don't bang, so leave it Juice gon' spill on floors like when I'm yaked Talk them lies but us man don't do that What's all the gun talk? You eediat Your sticks jam, they don't bang, so leave it Juice gon' spill on floors like when I'm yaked Talk them lies but us man don't do that