Drop a Bag Juicy J (Ft. God (Rapper))

[Intro: Future]
If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Hey, hoe

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I will blast on your ass (hey, hoe)
I got riders like a cab (hey, hoe)
Send them hitters at your ass (hey, hoe)
You gon' make me drop a bag (hey, hoe)
You a hoe, you know we know (hey, hoe)
Fuck around and get exposed (hey, hoe)
Gangsta' on the internet (hey, hoe)
In real life, you like CB4

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Perpetrate, impersonate, you too soft to catch a fade
I got niggas in these streets that touch more snow than Christmas Day
Blow my high, lose my cool, you gon' make the evening news
They can't find your head to ID you, they don't have a clue
It's going down on your block, where the bread at?
Catch you sleepin', homie, send some shots, where your bed at
Got your bitch, like what you thinking nigga, where your head at?
Talkin' all that shit, you wish you wouldn't have said that, you a dead man
Fill you up with lead, man
Real niggas, I bring that
They gon' go to war for me, they gon' bring your head back (bitch)
And I know where you been, and where you stayin' man' (hoe)
Ain't no runnin' off from me 'cause I don't play that, man
(Hey, hoe)