Letter To Juice G Herbo

[Intro]
(Yeah) Mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm
Keep on rockin' (This the first song I did autotune in a long ass time)

[Chorus]
Hmm-mmm
Hmm-mmm
Hmm-mmm
Hmm-mmm
Huh

[Verse]
Miss my nigga Juice, I ain't livin' right
Niggas, they gon' hate whatever I do, still ain't did it right
I remember pourin' up a deuce
'Member ridin' in them coupes (Phew), sippin' lean like it's soup
I remember when I lost you (Hmm), watched you turn into a boss
I'm a boss too, called me when you ain't have no one to talk to (For real)
Spendin' bank, you hit the vault, I hit the vault too (I love it)
We ain't care 'bout what it cost, that's why we bought two (Bought two of 'em)
You was Google, I'm like Yahoo (Hmm)
Takin' drugs, thinkin' 'bout my bloods, likе a Piru
I miss your soul, made my heart cold, now I'm hot at you
Tryna maintain, I'm still doin' what I gotta do
And ain't shit changed, thе world still the same
I'm on liquor, like it's drink, still feelin' pain
When I close my eyes, my mind still spinnin'
Got a check in, ain't hit your moms in a minute
Me and Bibby locked from the start to the finish
I ain't spoke to George, but my heart still with him
Yeah, I'm still me, Herbo still street
Left hand still heat, this shit still ain't sweet
I still gotta eat, fuck rats, I want a lot of cheese
We still in that Cali' breeze, whips, cribs, a lot of keys
I just hate the fact, couldn't tell you what you meant to me
Know I'm missin' you, I'm hopin' that you missin' me