BLUE JUICE - Gizmo, Harvest

If you fuck with me, come fuck with me

Run up and say, «What's up my g»

Gizmo on a killing streak

I catch you when you feeling weak

You better start kneeling to me

Don’t know my capabilities

Nobody out riddles me, I’m breaking down facilities

Book me at your local venue, they won’t let me back

Fuck it up, fuck it up but you know that won’t set me back

Making moves, making plays, just hit my line I’ll hit you back

I got love for anybody showing love and that’s a fact

Just watch me murder and mangle the game

Nurture and set off the flame

Fuck all the money and fame

You can’t outrun what I became

Blunts burning as I dismay and dump rappers inside they graves

Look for the road that I paved

You won’t find the way

Pouring up my blue juice I need some Popeyes

Whipping while I sip my Duce Duce, eating hot fries

I heard yo girl was loose goose, but I ain’t surprised

Rappers claim they tell truth but all they talk is lies

Listen up, wake up, what the fuck

Listen up, wake up, wake up, what the fuck

Listen up, wake up, wake up, what the fuck

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck

Aye

Listen up, wake up, what the fuck

Listen up, wake up, wake up, what the fuck

Listen up, wake up, wake up, what the fuck

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck

Aye