Juvie Beverly Lyrics – Juvenile | Boiling Point

Read the full Juvie Beverly lyrics by Juvenile from the album Boiling Point along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Juvenile like Interlude – Doze Off and The Reunion.

[Intro: Birdman & B.G.]
Yeah
All the way up
Stunna Man, CMB, Cash Money Millionaires
Official (Hold up)
Come on, Gizzle, let’s get it

[Verse 1: B.G.]
Gizzle real as they make ’em, yeah, hot girls, I date ’em
Fu*k ’em and then I shake ’em (Gone), every week, I replace ’em, yeah
Living it up in Vegas (Vegas), in and out the casino, yeah
Screaming free all the real n!ggas until they free, though (Free ’em)

I’m free now (Now), I’m just doing me now (Now)
I’m back on my feet now, yeah, everything that he not (Everything)
Thеy love the s*it that we pop, still’ll gеt the block hot
Thinking ’bout bringing back white tees, ‘bows and Reeboks
Still a street n!gga, but I don’t be in the streets now (Now)
I be hanging out on a yacht on South Beach now (Chilling)
Getting to a bag with my day-one whoadies (Whoadies)
Bird, Juve and Weezy, that’s my day-one homies, facts

[Chorus: Roi Chip Anthony]
Game I gave in this thing I love
I ain’t never gave before (Never gave before)
See, going through life, it’s like riding a bike
Can tear you down the day it ain’t a road (Down the day it ain’t a road)
I made some changes in my life
It’s feelings I can’t ignore
To classify it all
That’s how I roll, woah, ooh

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
What’s happening, captain? I’m at ’em, I live what these n!ggas be rapping
I carry the world on my shoulders ’til my lower back getting spasms (Can I talk to ’em?)
I’m active in traffic, my packages sell by the pallets
On average, I’m stacking more green than La Madeleine salads
This what the fu*k I do like the check mark on my shoe (Woah, woah, woah)

N!ggas don’t know my truth ’cause I keep n!ggas out of my loop (Woah, woah)
And I ain’t gotta know kung fu ’cause these n!ggas know I shoot (Shoot, shoot)
They said they wan’ stop my loot, scheming on me and my group (Group, group)
It’s just Hot Boys in my circle only, no outsiders (Woah, woah)
We move different, we trendsetters, we outliers (Hah, hah)
We drink good and we smoke the s*it that cause house fires
And we stay on defense, can’t no n!gga run a route by us

[Chorus: Roi Chip Anthony]
Game I gave in this thing I love
I ain’t never gave before (Never gave before)
See, going through life, it’s like riding a bike
Can tear you down the day it ain’t a road (Down the day it ain’t a road)
I made some changes in my life
It’s feelings I can’t ignore
To classify it all
That’s how I roll, woah, ooh

[Outro: Birdman]
On that type of time, yeah
Looking at the ocean, boy
Everything looking like that hydro
You understand me?
Ayy, ayy, now