Julio (Remix)

[Intro] (Dre did it) [Verse 1: Lil Bam] Draw down like the cops, fuck nigga, freeze Run me my fuck nigga fee Talkin' 'bout you trappin', your shit better be cheap We'll go 'cross your head for a P I got his ho, she down on her knees Like Megan Thee Stallion, a freak I just cashed out, but it's like it was free 'Cause I ran that back up in a week Dolce Gabbana, Dior on my feet My pockets got stung by a bee I keep the blue with the blue and the pink with the pink When I spread it, my shit lookin' neat I rock the Dickie suit with the Ree Got some money, but still in the street I'm a real Avondale nigga, free Bleek Popeyes and Reggies, I want somethin' to eat [Chorus: Lil Bam] Walk in the room and I smell like the 'bows My niggas strapped up like Girbaud Real pimp shit, so I stick to the code Make these hoes get it off the floor Catchin' plays in the A, Julio All the way down the field 'til I score Ridin' around gettin' my dick sucked in the Ghost Off the Perc', 'bout to run off the road [Verse 2: Jucee Froot] Flexed up in this bitch, like I'm striking a pose No picture, I say that I'm froze I'm ballin', I don't need a goal I keep a K, I ain't talkin' no gold Pussy's so good he's sellin' his soul Now he all up under my posts Switchin' these ho's like I'm switchin' my clothes Bitch I'm a P, I repeat like a quote, woah Droppin' like hit for a hit I get that dough, like bricks, yeah And I be fresher than mint I drop a bag on the fit, yeah VVS' on my wrist Bitch I'm whippin' like some bricks, yeah Ho' be talkin' all that shit But they won't talk it to the stick, yeah Lotta choppas, think I'm El Chapo Where the street niggas at? Where the narcos? Only comin' for the guapo Give a nigga knot, give a nigga plane like he macho I'm drippin' [?] These bitches be sippin' my drip like a punch bowl I beat it, like on go I walk in the room and it drum like a drum roll [Chorus: Lil Bam] Walk in the room and I smell like the 'bows My niggas strapped up like Girbaud Real pimp shit, so I stick to the code Make these hoes get it off the floor Catchin' plays in the A, Julio All the way down the field 'til I score Ridin' around gettin' my dick sucked in the Ghost Off the Perc', 'bout to run off the road (Maybach Music) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Presidential Rolex and it's gold Where I live at is bigger than Lowes (Huh) Hundred bricks, I just get on the road Break it down, let it go up your nose If he ask who I put on the go Fifty rounds, I'ma let this bitch go Hundred million I made all my goals But God damn, I'm just so mighty close Another pussy nigga got shot down Heinous act by a real nigga All you fuck boys gettin' boxed out And I'ma show just how I deal with you [?] by the D.A Such a threat with my real killers Went to war and it's years later Fuck niggas, they still fear New watch, another eighty on it (Huh) Tom Brady, whole label don't it (Huh) Half time, went to Carolina Then to Maryland, put a razor on it Pussy nigga, never fake opponent Bitch boy puttin' makeup on it Beef with me, I'ma wack you, nigga Still hands on and puttin' paper on it (Maybach Music) [Chorus: Lil Bam & Rick Ross] Walk in the room and I smell like the 'bows (Huh) My niggas strapped up like Girbaud (Huh) Real pimp shit, so I stick to the code Make these hoes get it off the floor Catchin' plays in the A, Julio (Huh) All the way down the field 'til I score Ridin' around gettin' my dick sucked in the Ghost Off the Perc', 'bout to run off the road Walk in the room and I smell like the 'bows My niggas strapped up like Girbaud Real pimp shit, so I stick to the code Make these hoes get it off the floor Catchin' plays in the A, Julio All the way down the field 'til I score Ridin' around gettin' my dick sucked in the Ghost Off the Perc', 'bout to run off the road