Trappin’ Orange Juice Larry June

[Verse]
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 mack 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