Yung Juice

(album: The Otha Side Of The Trap - 2009)

Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (Aye)
Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (OK)
Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (Aye, Aye, Ok, Ok, Yung Juice)

Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (Aye)
Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (OK)
Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (Aye, Aye, Ok, Ok, Yung Juice)

Yung Juice Man, God damn I'm balling
Stupid racked up from all the J's calling
Trap doing numbers that keep the Juice balling
'68 Chevy got your main girl calling
'72 donk and I rode it to the mall and
Pretty girls was choosing, and the haters falling
24 D-U-B's, skinnys and they crawling
Bought the H2 and I rode it down Moreland
40 racks gone and the Juice was still balling
Trap money nothing, rap money stunting
Breitling watch cost me 31 ducats
'62 Cutlass and it got the buckets

Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (Aye)
Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (OK)
Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (Aye, Aye, Ok, Ok, Yung Juice)

Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (Aye)
Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (OK)
Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (Aye, Aye, Ok, Ok, Yung Juice)

Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit
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 trapping, still serving junkies
Dime point nine, so you know I'm doing numbers
Sun Valley shawty, trapping 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

Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (Aye)
Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (OK)
Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (Aye, Aye, Ok, Ok, Yung Juice)

Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (Aye)
Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (OK)
Yung Juice Man, God dammit I'm the shit (Aye, Aye, Ok, Ok, Yung Juice)

Yung Juice Man yeah that's me, yeah that's me
Posted in your hood dawg, can't you see the carat-ski?
Smoking on the kushie and it's that loud pack
Stupid, stupid loud pack, I stay smoking loud pack
Texaco shawty, serving all the wildcats
Whipping 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 shit one-hundred, man you know that I'm a trill cat
Running 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