Jugga ​che (Ft. ​cayhate)

[Intro]
Yea, yea

[Verse 1: che]
I wear designer
I want dat bitch, nigga, cuz she fine
I'm in this bih totin on the (yeah)
Her pussy torch, nigga, like it's fire
My bitch don't trust me ever, I'm a liar
I'm smokin gas, nigga, out the grinder
You like a fag, nigga, get off Grindr
Hoe, why you mad nigga?
Hoe, I'm like go get a band nigga
I'm in this bitch wit a baddie
I'm in this bitch wit a bag, nigga
And I talk shit, like a ass nigga
Bad ass bitch, but I think that I'll pass nigga
I was juggin outta class nigga
Gen 5’s for these extended mags, nigga
10 times better than that last nigga
They said ten rhymes equal ten racks, nigga

[Verse 2: cayhate]
Yeah, she know I'm a star, she lookin mе up
Bitch, I'm in the room and I'm cookin up
She wanna fuck, yeah wе hookin up
30 round Glocks, nigga, don't run up
I treat yo main hoe like a slut
I'm finna fuck and delete her
I treat dat hoe like she dead, Aaliyah
Ran off on the plug had to re-up
Ion give a fuck, yeah, I'm breakin the meter
I'm the VA in the VA
I'm wit the lil hoe, I know she a cheapskate
I'm finna go and take dat hoe to cheesecake
I wanna fuck you, bitch, can't get no e-date