J U N K I E Lyrics

Talk to me, growling

Talk to me, growling

I don't give a fuck if I'm late, bitch, I'm straight

I got diamonds on my jeweler, I got cash on the cooler

I got bullets in the Ruger, take some notes, bitch, I'll school you

Know a nigga that tell you happy birthday every time he see you

I ain't grow up in the slums, but I know some um

Coke heads and meth labs, crack house with no spouse

Killa, killa, killa, that used to be my type of nigga

I ain't tweakin' bout them broads, cause I am not they bitch

But ten times out of ten, I know who we smokin'

I got trust up in these streets, the fuck I look like slippin'

I ain't even stepped up out the house and I'm already drippin'

Give me a big yellow bus and bitch you still can't fit in

I'm not no Barbie, I'm more of a brat

You know this ass fat, you know that it clap

You know I got hair that flow down my back

Whatever I'm spittin', you know that it's facts

I don't do snakes and I don't like rats

I'm white like cocaine and black like my strap

Hot like some fire and addictive like crack

I'll take your life bitch and I won't give it back

I'm smooth like a perk

Drizzled in diamonds, and sweet like dessert

I'm the finest, can't be around this

I like my shit new, man, fuck doin' laundry

I'm with the crew, I know who behind me

But I don't do shit without my glockie

Cause I get like who, bitch, Kemosabe

I see em' try, but it ain't a bitch like me