The menacing track finds Q returning to the rap game with his “coins up, bars up,” ready to hop out and shoot his opps like a “Jack-In-The-Box”—which serves as a metaphor, in that he is ready to kill it in the rap game as well.
The single was supported by a YouTube live premiere of the music video.
Producer DJ Fu talked about how the track came together:
"This song is crazy because, originally, it was done by Sounwave, Baby Keem, and Cardo. Top [Dawg]’s son came to the studio like ‘Hey, Fu, can you build a new beat around this?’ I did it, and then Top and them loved it, but then Q’s like, ‘Nah, Fu, I know you can do better.’ So I came to the studio and we re-did the main melody and fixed it right there."
Numb Numb Juice
ScHoolboy Q Lyrics
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I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga
Time's up
Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em
We gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em, straight reclined 'em
Pistol grip, I got all kinds of, I'm not your driver
Shot gon' hit him, he won't answer, I'm blowin' ganja
That bitch you think you got is not you, where you find her?
She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her
Then I slid it in, I win, I win, ayy
I mean that's bitch shit
Faking like you got it in your pockets, yeah, that's bitch shit
Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip, yeah, that's bitch shit
Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah, that's bitch shit
Pull it out and acting like it jam, yeah, that's bitch shit
Hating on another nigga come-up, yeah, that's bitch shit
Staying in because you know it's summer, yeah, that's bitch shit
You a bitch boy, on my mama, uh
Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo
Got a plan, we gon' kill this man
The gun won't jam, it's on on sight
I might get life, that's on my life
The .44 fire, the go, green light
To build that price, it filled up nice
The god won't die
Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo
See no flaws, in my purest form, bitch, I'm greedy, uh
Goyard tags, filled with hella cash, this my gimme bag
Singles add, we don't do no class, nigga, nine subtract, ayy
Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga
Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga
Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga
Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga
Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga
Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga
The song "Numb Numb Juice" is a high-energy track by American rapper ScHoolboy Q, featuring hard-hitting rhymes and a banging beat. The lyrics depict a sense of toughness and readiness to fight, both verbally and physically. Through his lyrics, ScHoolboy Q talks about his coins and bars being up, while finding and sliding opps (enemies) lined up for him to take them out. He also talks about having different types of guns with a pistol grip, and how he is not someone's driver, indicating his level of independence and strength. Additionally, the rapper addresses fake people and their actions, specifically referring to them as "bitch shit". Some of these actions include gossiping, hating on other people's successes, and telling on their own friends to escape consequences.
The chorus of the song presents the two-door coupe as a symbol of power, with ScHoolboy Q "hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box". He also claims that he will shoot if that is all that he has. The "Numb Numb Juice" he refers to is some sort of alcoholic drink or drug, which he consumes to get in the zone and "fuck up the opps". Overall, the lyrics of "Numb Numb Juice" represent ScHoolboy Q's unapologetic, hard-hitting persona, and convey a sense of danger and toughness.
Line by Line Meaning
Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I step out of my car abruptly and without warning, like a Jack-in-the-Box toy.
I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga
If all I have is a thirty bullet gun, I will use it without hesitation.
Time's up
The time for games and talk is over.
Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em
I have my money and skills ready, and soon we will find the targets.
We gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em, straight reclined 'em
We will approach them steadily, take aim, and relax as we deal with them.
Pistol grip, I got all kinds of, I'm not your driver
I have different types of guns ready to use, and I am not someone you can control.
Shot gon' hit him, he won't answer, I'm blowin' ganja
The shot will hit him, he won't respond, and I will smoke weed afterward.
So much work, they call me old school, I remind you
I have a lot of experience, which is why they call me old school and I am reminding you of that.
That bitch you think you got is not you, where you find her?
The girl you claim to have is not loyal or faithful to you, where did you even meet her?
She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her
She is just a temporary support for you, but I become her fan and enjoy being intimate with her.
Then I slid it in, I win, I win, ayy
I successfully engaged in sexual intercourse with no obstacles, I win, I win.
I mean that's bitch shit
Doing those actions and behaviors are cowardly and unmanly.
Faking like you got it in your pockets, yeah, that's bitch shit
Pretending to have money and wealth when you don't is cowardly and unmanly.
Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip, yeah, that's bitch shit
Continuously talking to multiple women and spreading rumors about others is cowardly and unmanly.
Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah, that's bitch shit
Snitching on your friends to protect yourself is cowardly and unmanly.
Pull it out and acting like it jam, yeah, that's bitch shit
Intentionally acting like your gun is malfunctioning to avoid conflict is cowardly and unmanly.
Hating on another nigga come-up, yeah, that's bitch shit
Jealousy and resentment towards someone's success is cowardly and unmanly.
Staying in because you know it's summer, yeah, that's bitch shit
Choosing to stay inside due to fear or discomfort during the summer is cowardly and unmanly.
You a bitch boy, on my mama, uh
You are weak and cowardly, I swear on my mother's name.
Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo
Let's do this, let's get into action and accomplish our goals.
Got a plan, we gon' kill this man
We have a strategy, and we are going to murder this person.
The gun won't jam, it's on on sight
My gun won't malfunction, and I'm ready to shoot immediately upon seeing our target.
I might get life, that's on my life
I might receive a life sentence if caught by law enforcement, and I swear it's true.
The .44 fire, the go, green light
The .44 bullet is fired, and it's time to go and take action.
To build that price, it filled up nice
The price of selling drugs has increased, and it was a successful transaction.
The god won't die
I won't be killed or stopped by anyone against me.
See no flaws, in my purest form, bitch, I'm greedy, uh
I have no faults and am at my best, I'm selfish when it comes to my success.
Goyard tags, filled with hella cash, this my gimme bag
My Goyard luggage tags are full of a lot of money, and this is my collection of acquired items.
Singles add, we don't do no class, nigga, nine subtract, ayy
We add individual dollar bills to our earnings, we don't discriminate, and I subtract nine if I'm giving change.
Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga
Everyone should stay quiet and obedient in my neighborhood, there won't be any arguing or dissent.
Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga
Drinking the numbing alcohol to the point of unconsciousness, weakening our rivals.
Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I get out of my car abruptly, like a Jack-in-the-Box toy.
I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga
If I only have a thirty bullet gun with me, I will use it in combat.
Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga
There will be no arguing or dissent in my neighborhood, everyone will follow my rules.
Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga
Intoxication to the point of numbness, weakening and harming our rivals.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Hykeem Carter, Mario Loving, Matthew William Day, Nesbitt Wesonga, Quincy Matthew Hanley
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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