Trappin’ Orange Juice lyrics

[Verse]
Old weird ass n*ggas I can't f*ck witchu n*ggas
This Glock-40 so hot, I can't even touch the trigger
I'm drinkin' purified water and my b*tch gettin' thicker
When my iPhone ring b*tch my check get bigger
I don't give a f*ck b*tch you can dip I ain't trippin'
I'm a muthaf*ckin mack I got multiple women
But I love you hoe, we can go to the moon
We can run up a check, have a Bentley by noon
b*tch you know I ain't playing, b*tch you know I'm the man
Ice [...] on my hand
I ain't write this
I got white b*tch, I got black b*tch
Glock with stick, going crazy

You ain't really wit it, your sideline pimpin'
Runnin' up digits, I ain't playin' with her
Gotta touch a million
Talkin' with a lisp, runnin' up a ticket
b*tch tsk tsk, what the f*ck is this
Should I keep going, neck on snowin'
Hoe still hoein', I been on Boeings
That's a jet, if you ain't' know it
Ridin' wit it, that's a big thang
Do my damn thang, that's a nice chain
Like a door, b*tch I got knocks
She a goer, money out the cot
She drive a Benz, slidin' up the block
Her nails did, and bag cost a lot
I'm a healthy n*gga, I got the knowledge
I got the game, I got the power
These n*ggas sour, 'cause she chose
Don't check me, check the hoe

Choppa bussin', cop a dozen
Trappin', sellin' hella onions
b*tch I need a fifty all these hoes choosin' all a sudden
Where was you last summer
New coupe and it's rented (woo, woo)
Did a hundred, stash spot in the under
Money like them white boys, b*tch I got more than a hunnid
b*tch I got more than a 2, Rollie no diamonds or nothin'
I'm overly beatin' they ass, always keep fifty on hand
My backpack cost 3 of them bands
My snapback all vintage and sh*t
I'm slidin', everything I do is organic
I'm drinkin' smoothies in morning, I fix the hoe like mechanic
Don't be playin' wit a P, you can meet me 'round 3
We can eat a taco, we can smoke on this tree

Like a door, b*tch I got knocks
She a goer, money out the cot
She drive a Benz, slidin' up the block
Her nails did, and bag cost a lot
I'm a healthy n*gga, I got the knowledge
I got the game, I got the power
These n*ggas sour, 'cause she chose
Don't check me, check the hoe