One Last Time Yamine

[Intro]
Juice. juice. juice. (yeah hoe)
Juice. juice. juice

[Hook]
This the one last time I'm out (hey)
Four more times I pout (hey)
She know what she about (hey)
Twerking all around that crouch (hey)
She know that she cook (hey)
Hunnid more rounds I'm booked (hey)

One last time I'm out (hey)
The other more times I pout (hey)
She know what she about (hey)
Twerking all around that crouch (hey)
She know that she cook (hey)
Bout a hunnid rounds God damn I'm booked (hey)

[Verse 1]
Last night I fell out (what)
She sat right on my crouch (what)
Lapdances all night (what)
Even while I'm drinking my Sprite (hey)
All the pops I got (got)
Enough to whip with the pot (hey)
I remember when I was 13 I ran from the OPS (nigga)
I was out here trapping in these streets and getting the cops (what)
These niggas was some haters, so was their moms (mhm)
I got outta jail, it was hail, and I won't go back (yeah)
Last time I got busted it was for the mack (mack)
Like my nigga Rick Ross always say hop in my Maybach (vrooom)
But I don't have that car I have a Wraith and that's that (yeah)
All these lies and the all struggle (no way)
No more lights, it's a broke nigga hustle (money)
Momma always told me tie the belt to your buckle (sagging)
If you sag one more time go to the door (homeless)
Then I'll be gone and no more (more)
No more studio time (time)
No more paper for my rhymes (rhymes)
I have to depend on NBAYoungBoy to throw up them dollars (what)