JUGGERNAUT Lyrics by Tyler The Creator (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Pharrell Williams)
Something like
I just cut some fresh lemons, where’s the sugar?
Lemon in my ‘ade, lemon in my ears, call ’em boogers
Rather six feet ‘fore I’m ever seen with you n*****
What it is? It’s that n**** T, skin look colored in
Riding in double-double R, that’s that Cullinan
Pullin in that four hundred grand, I just ordered this
Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in
GOLF le FLEUR*, that’s Gianno shoe, what I’m runnin’ in
Earlobe look like headlights on a minivan
I’m so motherfuckin’ deadass, I need some Timberlands
I battle any man, Uzi Vert, don’t think they understand
Uh
Double C on my feet, double G on my freak
Louis V by my briefs, she wan’ kick it with me
She better eat it then leave
She try save all the plates but keep eating my meat
We can’t see none the road, she keep eating my seeds
Got a E and a B on the back of the seat
See, I’m done with the 12, got a V16
Say the money comin’ in, yeah, that’s true
The more money I get, I don’t wan’ sex you
Can’t think about the last time that I text you
It’s probably when sidekicks had them belt loops
Sign my John Hancock on a bitch every time I check you
Just like a brand new Lamb’, I wreck you
So what’s mine is yours
*gibberish*
Last deal more than what Google say my net is
*gibberish*
It’s the double P, I rock double C
Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats
Man, come to me, you want something to see
This internally flawless of double Vs
What troubles me is you couple me
With these subtle fleas tryna double the
Hornet trapped in the hive of a motherfucking bumblebee
They just got the closest picture of the fucking sun surface, that was us
Got the LaFerrari, park that bitch just for one purpose, catching dust
My Secret Service carry mops, you call ’em street sweepers, back you up
Tat’ you up, then add you up, then give you a cover like Adwoa
If the shit’s fake, I don’t respect it, it’s clickbait
And that’s distaste like a shit shake
What a difference your wrist make when it’s Richard-made
Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plate
Shit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels that grip tape