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