Joog One Time - Larry June

Slow feet don’t eat

Two bands, two nights, I’m a real P

Who gives a fuck about the rap game

When you can make 20k in two weeks

I pray I never catch a case

Chopper with the laser, broke niggas player hating

Now bitch, please hand me that extended clip, bitch

Thank you so much now

Aye, master manipulator

Water whipping 'til I buy a Bentley and a house in Asia

St. Laurent, Goyard, God Damn, playing soccer in my new Maisons

I’m not a house nigga, I be really trapping

Got it on my own, now I’m living lavish

I’m a 90's baby, but I keep the 30 on me

Case these niggas really want the action

I’m the realest nigga in the rap game

You the brokest nigga on the internet

Wrapped 17, jumped in the Cadi

I’m in Arizona playing with the packs

Now I got that just in case money

Just in case the trap stop jumpin'

Went to jail, beat the case on me

My OGs call me big homie

If you need it I’m the postman

Shoot me half of it, here’s the tracking number

Bullshitting with my money

Cut the nigga finger off and send it to his uncle

20 piece, I hid it in the oven

Gangbang, nigga choppa bustin'

I think the police on to somethin'

The bitch snitched, now I’m on the run

What’s hannin?

What’s the number?

Joog a nigga one time

Cookie Pack

OG

Joog a nigga one time

I’m coming back

Every time

Joog a nigga one time

(Shit, good job Sledgren)

Joog a nigga one time

(YeeHee, Sock it to Me!

Yeah baby, Gawd)

Joog a nigga one time

(Ay Ay Ay, Damn

Shit, Aye, God)

Joog a nigga one time

Aye, look, check it out though

I heard you niggas got a issue

Holla at me, nigga, I ain’t hard to find

(God)

Nigga tomorrow nigga I got a commercial

With Colt 45

Get your muhfuckin' money up

(Joog a nigga one time)

Fuck what niggas talkin' 'bout

40 in the couch

Fuck a drought

Send the pack down South

Get my money up and buy another house

Aye, I pick my nigga up

He fresh out

Then put him on, with the ooh-wops

All he know is that trap shit

So I bought nigga two Glocks

I bounced out with a Mac on me

20 piece and the pack on me

Bitch, hand me that Smart Water please, thank you

I might change my name to Pack Homie

Got a problem, I’ll smash on it

Real nigga fuck a rap homie

If he telling on the low

I pray he never put the tasks on me

Gotta get it, now or later

Super clever how I put these words together

Thirty six Os, whiter than a dove

Had to let it fly together

I pimp hoes, rock shows

I don’t really give a fuck about a label

Me and Sledgren going super crazy

Blowing loud pack by the acre

Treat the foreign like a bucket

I don’t give a fuck, gone like the blunt

Fuck the rap game, made it happen

Mean in trap going up

Louie duffel in the trunk

Bad bitches gone fuck

Bought the other bitch a truck

My Beamer coupe, got it tucked

Push a button, Glock 40, hit him in the stomach

(God damn)

Gawd

What’s hannin?

What’s the number?

Joog a nigga one time

Cookie Pack

OG

Joog a nigga one time

I’m coming back

Every time

Joog a nigga one time

(Shit, good job Sledgren)

Joog a nigga one time

(YeeHee, Sock it to Me!

Yeah baby, Gawd)

Joog a nigga one time

(Ay Ay Ay, Damn

Shit, Aye, God)

Joog a nigga one time