Juice lyrics

[Verse 1: Kal Duzay]
Yeah, FQCY, n*gga!
What? What?
They call me Duzay!
f*ck y'all mean?!
Buck forty-five-nine looking like Yao Ming!
I mean, damn!
f*ck y'all saying?!
We blowing different color O's, n*gga Tucan Sam!
I mean sh*t, b*tch I'm it!
I got the whole suburbs on my di*k!
A couple girls with my autograph on their tits
I don't care who's pitching, n*gga, I'm over that fence
I rock slim straight jeans, kiss my ass
Cause you can still catch me on 4-8 ave
Im a weirdo, Pardon the other me for interrupting me
Now back to the mindf*ckery!
FTCY n*gga, that's that squad
And I rep that real, motherf*cking hard
Motherf*ck that Dutch
n*gga, pass that bong
And try to guess the mix of the b*tch on my arm!

[Hook: Kal Duzay]
I got juice!
b*tch I got juice
b*tch I got juice
Juice, b*tch I got juice
b*tch I got juice
b*tch I got juice
b*tch, I got juice, juice!
b*tch I got juice (what?)
b*tch I got juice!
Pull up a game, n*gga
Counting ' fire, bro
Robbing fast, getting head down a larger butt
Cool' stay clean like an off season!
Pray for my enemies, they'll be all bleeding!
Putting n*ggas with a', that's my emo
Music loud, throwing Ls above the window
(What it do?)
Love for a sucker b*tch, are you in, oh? (No, no, no)
Main racks OT, I pretend, oh!
Pretty long is our limo
Roll like a wheel, but I spin more
Found my b*tch a new'
Then lay my head on the pillows
Fresh f*ck like a photo punk
Dray lips to get homo junk
..starting your whole call
Use your ass, go promo!

[Hook]

I'm so juiced up
I've been so hot
This red cup got me feeling violent like oh no!
I am party, I go so hard
f*ck your'
No rules, no loss!
But never to see me
I'll be on my '
One whip with the back seats
n*gga, I love new say!
One thing about me, n*gga
I'll be on some ultimate sh*t!
If you're asking about me n*ggas
You're on some ultimate sh*t!