[Verse 1: RJMrLA]Lost a few friends and some enemiesGot some in the pen and they full of inkThey gossiping again, I know how niggas thinkWhen I'm hopping out the Benz [?][0:07]I might get a lil' 'noid when I'm driving by the boysBut everybody got a choiceBoy, you know you gotta have poiseI'm the boy and the pockets on royceBitch, I be ducking police out in public, discreetYou fucking with me, can't be fucking for freeDon't fuck up my sheets, bitch, it cover my feetBitch, don't throw shade on me, ho, I'm something to seeAnd my teeth full of winter, my drink getting chillerMy heat a nine milla, wood grip with no splinterYou think you that nigga, it get deep, it get realerYou sleep on gorillas, no cap we could peel yaI was woopin' the coupe, finna recoup on the woopWhen I looked in my rearview, Johnny was on the looseHad stripes on me too, I'm thinkin' what I'ma doShould I hop out and shoot or take them on a pursuit?[Chorus: RJMrLA & Larry Jayy]Ain't no face, ain't no caseNo DA's, wasted away, hold on(You know you done fucked up right?)Call my lawyer(Look, all they wanna know is where the guns and where the drugs at man?)I got nothin' for ya(Come on, they call you "Juice", we know you know where the guns at)Call my lawyer(We know it's one of the red rag wearin' motherfuckers)I got nothin' for ya(You got a lovely family back at home, man, just help us help you out, come on)[Verse 2: RJMrLA]I ain't got nothing for you flat-footed JohnniesI can't hop out running 'cause my pants was on tightlyThought about bussin' cause this handheld excite meAnd pigs kill clear as day, do that shit knightlyI'm irie, tripping on shit but a flight seatMind be all up in the mix like a nine-pieceSirens, louder than the bitch right behind meMy crimey showed me how to fish like a PiscesThis might be the perfect time to use my fundamentalsI think I'm militant because my grandpa was a generalLicense, registration, still they treat me like a criminalWant me step out, so I hop out, lock my keys up in the middleShit real, need a search warrant just to see how it feelsCalling my lawyer before I'm calling my girlI ain't got shit for your dog to come smellI ain't taking no L's, I ain't worried 'bout bail[Chorus & Larry Jayy]Ain't no face, ain't no caseNo DA's, wasted away, hold on(You're making it very difficult for us RJ, come on, stop fuckin' around)Call my lawyer(The fuck you mean, call your lawyer? We're gonna call him in a minute, let us know what the fuck you know)I got nothin' for ya(Stop fucking around man, we know you know where the fuckers at)Call my lawyer(You ain't gon' give us nothin' huh, that's how you wanna fuckin' play it?)I got nothin' for ya(Fuck it, lets drop his ass off at 118th and Avalon CT got somethin' for that ass, hahahaha)
