Numb My Legs

What? What? What? What?
(One-hundred percent Juice)
What? What? What? What? Ooh
(Uno, I killed it)

Ooh, walk in the club with the Uzi, that
Bitch gonna spit like a llama, you dig? Woah
I put a rack on his head, I can't
Beef with that little nigga 'cause he dead
Yeah (You dig?)
Swear I won't talk to no little nigga
That's gon' talk to the feds, yeah
Baby, ride on top of the dick
Until you hurt your legs (Ride) , yeah
Yeah, I'm gonna hit from the back
Until I numb my legs, yeah
Racks in my pocket look
Similar to football pads (Racks) , yeah
Baby, bust on that dick because you
Know you a little nasty, ooh
Coppin' the swag
You know I hit you with that lil' tax fee

She wanna ride on the top
On the dick like some muhfuckin' pegs
(Like a Mongoose)
Stop all that mockin', you
Know that we thuggin'
Get hit with the lead (Hit with the, baow)
I cannot speak on that nigga
'cause he cannot hear shit, he dead
I put my dick in her mouth and I
Told her to fuck what she said (Suck it)
Don't hang with no lil' niggas
I think that these niggas really some fags
I'm eatin' at Bossanova with some bosses
Pour my oil like I been drinkin' some coffee
(Woo)
Now it's back to the muhfuckin' pesos
Roll a fat Backwood and
Motherfuckin' face it
Then slap my dick in her mouth
Let her taste it

Ooh, walk in the club with the Uzi
That bitch gonna spit like a llama
You dig? Woah
I put a rack on his head, I can't
Beef with that little nigga 'cause he dead
Yeah (You dig?)
Swear I won't talk to no little nigga
That's gon' talk to the feds, yeah
Baby, ride on top of the dick
Until you hurt your legs (Ride) , yeah
Yeah, I'm gonna hit from the back
Until I numb my legs, yeah
Racks in my pocket look
Similar to football pads (Racks) , yeah
Baby, bust on that dick because you
Know you a little nasty, ooh
Coppin' the swag
You know I hit you with that lil' tax fee

All my bitches paid like they weigh
That's the reason why I like my old stick
Raf Simons on from last year
And my Cuban link worth three bricks
Sixty thousand off two licks
I can get that out of one bitch
But I always get three or better
House full of foreigns like a Quinceañera
Sauce got it, I'm a young gangster
Got mob ties like the Goodfellas
Nigga diss me, I'ma make it
Rain on him all year, fuck a umbrella
I'ma smash anything
'bout my respect 'cause that's how
I get the cheddar
Flava made it, nigga, rich forever
Bitch hit for fifties, takes a love letter

Ooh, walk in the club with the Uzi
(Ooh-wee) , that bitch gonna
Spit like a llama, you dig? Woah (Drip)
I put a rack on his head, I can't
Beef with that little nigga 'cause he dead
Yeah (You dig? Hey)
Swear I won't talk to no little nigga
That's gon' talk to the feds, yeah
(Ooh-wee) baby, ride on top of the dick
Until you hurt your legs (Ride) , yeah
Yeah, I'm gonna hit from the back
Until I numb my legs (Spankin' that) , yeah
Racks in my pocket look
Similar to football pads, yeah
Baby, bust on that dick because you
Know you a little nasty, ooh
Coppin' the swag
You know I hit you with that lil' tax fee