OJ Da Juiceman - Yung Juice lyrics

[Hook]x2 Yung Juice Man, god dammit I'm the sh** (Aye) Yung Juice Man, god dammit I'm the sh** (OK) Yung Juice Man, god dammit I'm the sh** (Aye, Aye, Ok, Ok, Yung Juice) Yung Juice Man, god damn I'm ballin' Stupid racked up from all the J's callin' Trap doin' numbers that keep the Juice ballin' '68 Chevy got your main girl callin' '72 donk and I rode it to the mall and Pretty girls was choosin', and the haters fallin' 24 D-U-B's, skinnys and they crawlin' Bought the H2 and I rode it down Moreland 40 racks gone and the Juice was still ballin' Trap money nothin', rap money stuntin' Breitling watch cost me 31 ducats '62 Cutla** and it got the buckets [Hook]x2 Yung Juice Man, god dammit I'm the sh** Booming off the chain working with 50 bricks Staying down for money, yeah I get that money '08 Magnum, same color as honey Frosted flake Maxima, and it get that money '08 trappin', still servin' junkies Dime point nine, so you know I'm doin' numbers Sun Valley shawty, trappin' all summer Money so long man, I had to buy the Hummer Give it to my nephew when he turn a certain number Got so much money man, I still spoil her momma' Throw a hood day every god damn summer [Hook]x2 Yung Juice Man yeah that's me, yeah that's me Posted in your hood dawg, can't you see the carat-ski? Smokin' on the kushie and it's that loud pack Stupid, stupid loud pack, I stay smokin' loud pack Texaco shawty, servin' all the wildcats Whippin' up the deuces, the house is where that drop at Round the corner, up the street is where you find that loud pack Ruger P90 will pin your damn wig back Keep that sh** one-hundred, man you know that I'm a trill cat Runnin' with that loud pack, the house is where them pills at Yung Juice Man stay strapped like a black cat 32 Ent., I'll put that on your hood jack