Yung Juice OJ da Juiceman

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[Chorus]
Young Juiceman, god damn it, I'm the shit (Ayy)
Young Juiceman, god damn it, I'm the shit (Okay)
Young Juiceman, god damn it, I'm the shit (Ayy, ayy, okay, okay, Young Juice)
Young Juiceman, god damn it, I'm the shit (Ayy)
Young Juiceman, god damn it, I'm the shit (Okay)
Young Juiceman, god damn it, I'm the shit (Ayy, ayy, okay, okay, Young Juice)

[Verse 1]
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 Cutlass and it got the buckets

[Chorus]
Young Juiceman, god damn it, I'm the shit (Ayy)
Young Juiceman, god damn it, I'm the shit (Okay)
Young Juiceman, god damn it, I'm the shit (Ayy, ayy, okay, okay, Young Juice)
Young Juiceman, god damn it, I'm the shit (Ayy)
Young Juiceman, god damn it, I'm the shit (Okay)
Young Juiceman, god damn it, I'm the shit (Ayy, ayy, okay, okay, Young Juice)