No Hymn lyrics

[Intro: Lil Juice]
Suwoo
Suwoo
Suwoo
(Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)

[Verse: Lil Juice]
Ooh, ooh, watch how I drip (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, ooh, fully loaded clip (Ooh)
I f*cked on that b*tch and I made her suck di*k (f*cked that lil' b*tch)
I stayed down in that trap and you know I got rich (Ha)
They threw dirt on my name, I'm not havin' that sh*t (Dirt on my name)
I'm a king, young n*gga, I'm immaculate (I'm a king)
Mallet on me, got that talent on me, so you know I'm packin' (Huh, huh)
Check the tracking number, gotta get that package
These n*ggas is faggots, I'm fly like Aladdin (Faggots)
I just made a jugg, he came all the way from Gatlon (Jugg, jugg)
I'm hoggin' the ball, hell nah, I ain't passin' (Hoggin' the ball)
These n*ggas giraffin'
Young n*gga ball like a Raptor (Ball)
b*tch, I'm Jurassic
These n*ggas just actors
Put a n*gga in a closed casket
I'm in Orlando like the magic (Yeah)
b*tch, I ain't cappin', you know I have it
You n*ggas just talkin', n*ggas just barkin'
I'm in the booth with a fully loaded cartridge
Remember them days I wasn't the smartest
I'm a trapped out recording artist
New pack, it smell like it just farted
You havin' no money, you havin' a shortage
That jugg I just made, it could pay your mortgage
I'm givin' that water, I'm sharp like a swordfish
These n*ggas be talkin', but how come you walkin'?
I hop in that Jag, b*tch, I push to start it
I'm poppin' them pills, b*tch, where the narc is?
I pulled out that Glock, that f*ck n*gga sharted
I stay with them killers, b*tch, I'm arm guarded
I heard of Juice WRLD, but Lil Juice the hardest
I don't got to write, lil' b*tch, I'm retarded
I hop in that booth and then straight to the market
Baby, don't trip, I'll be there in the morning
I pop me a perc 'cause I know that you horny
I sellin' them flowers, my sh*t is assorted
f*ck your house phone, my trap cordless
Kill a n*gga like he should've been aborted
b*tch, I'm the greatest, I should be awarded
I'm runnin' this sh*t, b*tch, I should've been a warden
All these new n*ggas borin'
She got that white on her nose like she horny
Ain't bangin' a [?], but b*tch, I'm a [?]
Big B's, these n*ggas got me bored
And f*ck is you hatin' for? b*tch, I wanted more
Kill this whole thing, n*gga, f*ck a chorus
And she eat this whole di*k, b*tch, I'm hittin' her vocal cords
And I hop in that Jag, b*tch, I don't rock no Honda Accord
Yeah b*tch, I'm the king of the jungle, I feel like I'm George
Oh-oh, I got this whole screamin', I'm f*ckin' this whore
b*tch, I'm poppin' that molly, I'm not with the norm
And shoutout my big homie, he just bought a foreign
I keep my head up 'cause I know where we goin'
My put ice on my neck and my wrist was just snowin'
Got so many packs, they think that I'm growin'
But back in the day I was robbin' them boys
This sh*t can get childish, I stay with the toys
I shoot a f*ck n*gga, let the bodies hit the floor
Knock, knock, that's a jugg at the door
Back in the day my zips was twenty-four
Out here finessin' like an Arab store
I don't give two f*cks about a b*tch
If rap don't work, I'm back to hittin' licks
Impressin' that b*tch, just look at my kicks
You f*ckin' them junkies, you n*ggas is sick
Ice on my middle finger and my f*ckin' wrist
f*ck you, that's gon' cost you a brick
Timbuktu, I'm high as sh*t
[?], b*tch, you know how I drip
[?] with the blick
Young god, but I'm as evil as it gets
But it's triple seven, not a triple six
You servin' knicks like you play for New York
Young trap n*gga, I'm scared to go to court
You want the buck or the gas, either or
You ain't spendin' good, f*ck up out my store
Lyin' on me like the diamonds roar
I shoot like a movie, it's rated R, blood and gore
Young n*gga versatile like the fantastic four
She give me all brain like a f*ckin' dork
b*tch, I'm a savage, I shoot up your mama house
I stay with that Glick, f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
I feel like Nick Cannon, I be wildin' out
Post on your hood, I got my young n*ggas hoppin' out
Caught you without the strap, why you ain't talkin' now?
This ain't no DJ, uh, you ain’t walkin' out
n*ggas is trash, I'm takin' the garbage out
He thought he was gangsta, but n*ggas done called him out
These n*ggas ain't like me, [?], no pisces
Cleanin' them dishes, n*ggas, I'm icy
He just wanna shoot, he don't wanna fight me
If I go to jail, b*tch, would you write me?
Hundred band jugg, n*gga, I'm pricey
I got the strap on me, like I'm dyking
How you got no hook but you hiking?
n*gga, I'm climbing