Lil Juvi - As$hole Lyrics

She think I'm a asshole, but I'm focused on the cash flow
Nigga ain't touch no hat, but he fashitsho got that cap on
Button on this Gen 5, Every blick come with a add-on
Act like I was gon' pull over when I saw the Jakes, I turned the track on
Act like I was gon' pull up and pay that ticket, but I smashed on em
When I up this bitch, don't move or a nigga smoking on your pack, homie
Man, get the f*ck off the gram, makin' a post, your nigga just got fapped
Nigga go pick up his strap, why in the f*ck is you not tryna go get him back
I just be dead laughing, pulled off and broke on a bitch in a red wagon
You know we drum having, nigga you know you gon' die if you throw a tantrum
Never was into rapping, I heard these f*ck niggas dissing and start rapping
Two Scats deep, one Jeep, nigga you know they all smackers
I need a ZR1, shit, I'll buy it if you carjacked it
If you ain't tryna pay that fee, then you will always not matter
We slide up on your ass and way more SRTs than goddammit
Saw that nigga Benz, then pulled on side that bitch and start blasting
Got him a closed casket, AR-223 and the switch tapping
Nigga be caught lacking, long live caption
You know that nigga got hit when you shoot at the car, cause a nigga gon' start crashing
Soon as we get us that lo, we be right at the door like a nigga had door dashed it
I'm tryna run in her throat, I do the most, told the bitch stop gagging
Nigga is mad bout a hoe, but he never respond to the nigga that popped at him
Bitch, I had one on the run, running up funds, I let the cops have it
Nigga be lame, you could go run up some pape, still be a non-factor

Bitches say I'm really different though, but it's different strokes for different folks
Don't get caught in niggas videos, catch it stray ain't even with the smoke
Bitch it's money on the f*cking floor, when I wake up I just want some more
Nigga tried to dump that 30, but that 308 just cut him though
I just wanted that deposit I don't care to ever f*ck the hoe
Too concerned bout hanging out that f*cking Scatty tryna up the score
Yo mama dig a grave before I ever let you cut my throat
A thousand ways to get paid, I'd rather send the hoe to get the dough
I can't say I ain't flip some bows, I don't say shit I still get chose
I dog 'em out, I treat 'em wrong, these bitches still won't leave me alone
My young niggas do whatever get they motherf*cking money long
Them folks ain't even got no valid witness, so he comin' home