Trappin' Orange Juice - Larry June

Old weird ass niggas I can’t fuck witchu niggas

This Glock-40 so hot, I can’t even touch the trigger

I’m drinkin' purified water and my bitch gettin' thicker

When my iPhone ring bitch my check get bigger

I don’t give a fuck bitch you can dip I ain’t trippin'

I’m a muthafuckin 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

Bitch you know I ain’t playing, bitch you know I’m the man

Ice on my hand

I ain’t write this

I got white bitch, I got black bitch

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

Bitch tsk tsk, what the fuck 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, bitch 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 nigga, I got the knowledge

I got the game, I got the power

These niggas sour, 'cause she chose

Don’t check me, check the hoe

Choppa bussin', cop a dozen

Trappin', sellin' hella onions

Bitch 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, bitch I got more than a hunnid

Bitch 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 shit

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, bitch 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 nigga, I got the knowledge

I got the game, I got the power

These niggas sour, 'cause she chose

Don’t check me, check the hoe