Numb Numb Juice
ScHoolboy Q & Travis Scott Lyrics


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Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
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
So much work, they call me old school, I remind you
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

Overall Meaning

In ScHoolboy Q and Travis Scott's "Numb Numb Juice," the two rappers spit hard-hitting bars filled with threats and disses aimed at anyone who dares to mess with them. ScHoolboy Q comes in strong, rapping about his readiness to shoot anyone who crosses him, using the line "Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga, I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga." He says that he has worked hard for his success and that he won't hesitate to take down anyone who tries to bring him down.


Travis Scott's verse comes in, delivering a message to those who try to act tough but really aren't: "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." He also calls out those who hate on others' success and those who stay indoors during the summertime, labeling them as "bitch boys."


Overall, the song's aggressive lyrics and heavy beat reflect the intensity of the message it wants to convey. It's all about asserting dominance and revealing the true nature of those who try to act tough but really aren't.


Line by Line Meaning

Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I'm making a grand entrance like popping out of a Jack-in-the-box toy


I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga
I'll use my gun as my only weapon if my ammunition runs low


Time's up
It's time to act now


Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em
I'm gaining wealth and lyrical ability and will soon locate my enemies


We gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em, straight reclined 'em
We'll attack and defeat my enemies easily


Pistol grip, I got all kinds of, I'm not your driver
I have multiple types of guns and I'm not your servant


Shot gon' hit him, he won't answer, I'm blowing ganja
My shot will silence my enemy and I'll be smoking weed


So much work, they call me old school, I remind you
I have a lot of experience and people call me old-fashioned


That bitch you think you got is not you, where you find her?
The woman you think is yours is not loyal to you, where did you meet her?


She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her
She's a temporary object, a loyal supporter, and I'll be having sex with her


Then I slid it in, I win, I win, ayy
I successfully had sex and I'm celebrating


I mean that's bitch shit
That behavior is cowardly


Faking like you got it in your pockets, yeah, that's bitch shit
Pretending to be wealthy is cowardly


Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip, yeah, that's bitch shit
Spending time with girls and gossiping is cowardly behavior


Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah, that's bitch shit
Betraying your friends to save yourself is a cowardly act


Pull it out and acting like it jam, yeah, that's bitch shit
Showing off a gun that doesn't work is cowardly


Hating on another nigga come-up, yeah, that's bitch shit
Envy of other's success is cowardly


Staying in because you know it's summer, yeah that's bitch shit
Avoiding confrontation because it's summer is cowardly


You a bitch boy, on my mama, uh
You're a coward, I swear on my mother


Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo
Let's start this fight, come on


Got a plan, we gon' kill this man
We have a strategy to murder our enemy


The gun won't jam, it's on on sight
My gun won't malfunction, I'll shoot on sight


I might get life, that's on my life
I could get a life sentence but I'm willing to take that risk


The .44 fire, the go, green light
The .44 gun will shoot and it's time to move forward


To build that price, it filled up nice
The plan worked and we made a lot of money


The god won't die
I won't be defeated, I'm unstoppable


See no flaws, in my purest form, bitch, I'm greedy, uh
I see no mistakes in my actions, and I'm selfish


Goyard tags, filled with hella cash, this my gimme bag
My expensive Goyard bag is full of money that I took easily


Singles add, we don't do no class, nigga, nine subtract, ayy
We only deal with small bills, we're not sophisticated, and we're losing money


Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga
Everyone is silent and there's no argument in my territory


Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga
I'll drink and smoke until I'm numb and ruin my opponents




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

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