Juice n’ Dranks Blu & Exile (Ft. Ta'Raach)
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[Intro: Blu & Ta'Raach]
Yeah, Crass Knucks
Ayo, we'll beat your fuckin' face up
You rockin' Timbs, lace up
Your face up, we'll beat your fuckin' face up
Crass Knucks, Blu, uh
Ta'Raach (Okay) new school shit
Yeah, new, something
Old school to the (And new, mille')
[Verse 1: Ta'Raach]
Allow the flow to blow the steam
Hostile whenever I spit, you just swallow like it's part of the seam
Offin' the green like Tiger-Tiger Wood, just tryna lean
You might have tried if you could but it might have been
You like a bitch fall, why the bling?
Saying how that shit go, my cockiness keen
Niggas tryna get this cold, put rocks in they rings
It's like my face on they wrist glow, no
But them lines so tight they slit throats at shows
Hit your lights at midnight
I beat you with a kick and a snare, fuck a fist fight
We light it up in the air while you twist mics
Eleven steps to Heaven's in here, get your bitch right
[Bridge: Blu & Ta'Raach]
Crass Knucks, keep this shit tight
Blow 'em up, uh, we'll blow your fuckin' face up
We celebratin' while you hatin'
Yeah, Crass Knucks
Ayo, we'll beat your fuckin' face up
You rockin' Timbs, lace up
Your face up, we'll beat your fuckin' face up
Crass Knucks, Blu, uh
Ta'Raach (Okay) new school shit
Yeah, new, something
Old school to the (And new, mille')
[Verse 1: Ta'Raach]
Allow the flow to blow the steam
Hostile whenever I spit, you just swallow like it's part of the seam
Offin' the green like Tiger-Tiger Wood, just tryna lean
You might have tried if you could but it might have been
You like a bitch fall, why the bling?
Saying how that shit go, my cockiness keen
Niggas tryna get this cold, put rocks in they rings
It's like my face on they wrist glow, no
But them lines so tight they slit throats at shows
Hit your lights at midnight
I beat you with a kick and a snare, fuck a fist fight
We light it up in the air while you twist mics
Eleven steps to Heaven's in here, get your bitch right
[Bridge: Blu & Ta'Raach]
Crass Knucks, keep this shit tight
Blow 'em up, uh, we'll blow your fuckin' face up
We celebratin' while you hatin'
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