Juice N’ Dranks

[Intro: Ta'Raach, (Blu)] (Yeah, huh, CRAC Knux, uh... aiyyo) We'll beat your fuckin' face up Oh, you rockin' Timbs? Lace up Face up, we'll beat your fuckin' face up (CRAC Knux...) Ta'Raach (Blu, uh...) (Okay) New school shit (Yeah, aight, that old school too) I'msayin... millennial [Verse 1: Ta'Raach] Allow the flow to blow the steam Hostile, whenever I spit, you just swallow, like it's part of the scene Off in the green, like "Tiger, Tiger Wood," but you blind and lame You might've tried if you could, but admire the theme You like a bitch, barb-wired the bling Saying, how that shit go? My cockiness king Niggas tryna get this cold, put rocks in they rings Like my face'll make wrists glow – no But them lines so tight, they slit throats at shows Hit ya lights at midnight I'll beat you with a kick and a snare, fuck a fist fight We light it up in the air, while you twist Mike's Eleven steps to Heaven's in here, get your bitch right [Bridge: Blu & Ta'Raach] CRAC Knux, keep this shit tight Blow 'em up, uh, we'll blow your fuckin' face up We celebratin', celebrate... We celebrated, while you hated [Chorus: Ta'Raach] Put your juice and drank up A toast to the most in bank, 'cause Sold hoes, pretty toes with anklets Mad 'cause you ain't plush Here–well, here's some light in your life It goes – put your juice and drank up A toast to the most in bank, 'cause Them soul hoes, pretty toes with anklets Mad 'cause you ain't us Here–well, here's some light in your life [Verse 2: Blu] It's like – he ain't ignitin' it right, he ain't the riotin' type So tell him silence his pipes, 'fore we invite him to fight 'Cause I'll arrive in the height of the night Spitting that spice that'll widen your wife And have her asking you, "Why don't we fight? So I can leave and be with Blu, 'cause he sliding me right" (Hahaha) See, I done put the fear of God up inside of her twice So ain't nothin' you could tell her that is wise, aight? My shit is dynamite I'll probably die on the mic (Yeah), you out dining the mic (What?) Just lyin' your life (away), so I'ma lie in your light And take the lime from your life And shine bright as a diamond, with dimes dying as dykes,  Tryna find that feeling I give 'em night after night (Yeah) You left out, now I'm righter than right And every rhyme that I write's like you right in a rom', feelin' my lines like Life Rising as high as my high, without lighting the lye, so I'm like... [Chorus: Ta'Raach, (Blu)] Put your juice and drank up A toast to the most in bank, 'cause (Yeah) Sold hoes, pretty toes with anklets (Uh-huh) Mad 'cause you ain't plush (Well...) Here–well, here's some light in your life It goes – put your juice and drank up (Uh-huh) A toast to the most in bank, 'cause Them soul hoes, pretty toes with anklets (Okay) Mad 'cause you ain't us (Yup) Here–well, here's some light in your life [Verse 3: Ta'Raach, Blu, & both] Walk out the back door, kiss of death, don't get it confused (Nah) I'm a marksman on the rico-chet, flow bite into food Fools tussling with cigarettes, and hoes fight the blues While I go and get these figure checks, then internet the news So cold, it's like the mintest breath, and hid his best to lose When the rules say a minute left I'll put you in the dark, I brought shadow for them niggas' steps (Yeah) Give 'em best regards Charge it to the game, 'til they put a hold on his card CRAC Knuckle, back up, or catch a uppercut or two Got knocked, but got right back up to bust a few (Uh-huh) I shout, "Moms and Pops broke up, so fuck rules" Getting laid, plus paid, doing what I wanna do (Ah, yeah) True rebel, see the cause? I'm effect Many songs, I'ma bless (Uh-huh) Any squads, I'ma wreck Any broad, I'ma catch Any y'all wanna catch up? (Uh-huh) 'Fess up Blu got fools in Detroit throwing the West up – like... [Chorus: Ta'Raach, Blu] Put your juice and drank up (Yeah) A toast to the most in bank, 'cause Sold hoes, pretty toes with anklets (K) Mad 'cause you ain't plush (Aw) Here – here's some light in your life It goes – put your juice and drank up (Yeah) A toast to the most in bank, 'cause Them soul hoes, pretty toes with anklets Mad 'cause you ain't us Here – but here's some light in your life [Outro: Blu] Bitch! Yeah... Raach Steady... uh, Blu! Raach, Royal, haha, and the crew CRAC Knuckles