Blu & Exile Juice N' Dranks Lyrics

[Intro: Ta'Raach, (Blu)]
(Yeah, huh, CRAC Knux, uh... aiyyo)
We'll beat your f*ckin' face up
Oh, you rockin' Timbs? Lace up
Face up, we'll beat your f*ckin' 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, f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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