Jugg Star lyrics

[Chorus]
I couldn't went to college but I'd rather wake up being a Jugg Star
My new house came with two stories, in the basement, yeah, the hood far
I feel like f*ck life, I'm pouring lean, and I'm poppin' bars
I'm down bad, if I hit another one I won't see tomorrow
I'm driving thru the city busting scams, f*ck the consequences
It's 9 AM, I know you late to work, go hop up in that Honda, b*tch
Thirty clippin', fifty round drums, my Glock came with attached switch
If she don't hit the road, I go pick up all my phones, she ain't my type of b*tch
She dont like to use her hands when she suck it, she on lazy sh*t
Gold sh*t inside my safe I can afford to bе on lazy sh*t
Walk in the party with my bust on I'm here to takе a pic
She was starstruck to see me in the club, she had to [?]
Explain to me how I ain't drop a song in months and I'm still up
Still wakin' up at check drops at 3 AM, that's how I'm still up
My bro a felon, but for me he'll grab a chop and he'll steal bucks
He's been tryna learn the scamss for 'bout a week, somehow he still suck
I'm on drugs, ain't got twenty in my pocket, so I'm walkin' with it
I got too many carats sittin' in my mouth, that's why I'm talkin' weird
We're pourin pennys here, we rockin with lean, won't touch no type of beer
Then bring a EDD and PP bag, that's my type of year

I couldn't went to college but I'd rather wake up being a Jugg Star
My new house came with two stories, in the basement, yeah, the hood far
I feel like f*ck life, I'm pouring lean, and I'm poppin' bars
I'm down bad, if I hit another one I won't see tomorrow
I'm driving thru the city busting scams, f*ck the consequences
It's 9 AM, I know you late to work, go hop up in that Honda, b*tch
Thirty clippin', fifty round drums, my Glock came with attached switch
If she don't hit the road, I go pick up all my phones, she ain't my type of b*tch