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Lyrics

[Intro: OJ da Juiceman] (Squat made the beat) (Go Grizz) Chyeah Ayy, Juiceman (B100) Uh, ayy [Verse 1: OJ da Juiceman] Balenciaga 43, I just bust a thirty-six 448 for 1K, young Juiceman, yeah, he the shit Flippin' brick, don't politic, your main ho suck like a tick Rollie watch, it never tick, I'm the first-round draft pick Skrrt-skrrt in the pot, call me Mr. Trap-A-Lot Now I'm in the studio, reposado Julio Plug just hit my line, man, young Juiceman speak Español Playin' with the ki', but I don't own a piano, though Yellow-colored diamonds on me lookin' like a banana, though Juiceman in the kitchen like a chemist with the antidote New 2025 and Juiceman ain't even got a note White-tee shawty, same color as some Dovе soap [Interlude: Gucci Mane] Well, damn Juiceman, Gucci Juiceman just camе probably From a long day of trappin' He came, just walkin' [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Jamaican hit my line and he talkin' 'bout, "What the bloodclaat?" First 48, they say Gucci killed the parking lot Buddy told his partner, "On your head, I see a red dot" One second later, blood leakin' out that red spot Think I'm a magician by the way I make work disappear Summer, goin' all silk, winter, goin' cashmere Playing with them kis again, they call me the locksmith Gucci cannot stop suckin', shawty got them locked lips You ain't really no trap nigga if Gucci ain't in your top fifth I just fucked the plug wife, now the plug pop pills Bank account do front flips, rims doin' cartwheels I live like a lil' kid, garage full of Hot Wheels This is my reality, I wake up to real mils Shawty got a cold, stand next and feel a real chill Gucci Mane still hard to kill, fuck how these bitch niggas feel Five hundred mil' left in my will, me and my bitch Uncle Phil and Viv [Outro: Gucci Mane] Yeah, real trap shit, real legend Tell somebody to buy some better shit EA, GA, 1017 Is it, is it hard, is it hard to be fresh if you don't have money or do you still pull it off? When I ain't have no money, I still had sauce (Mhm) If you don't got no sauce, then you lost (Mhm) But you also can get lost in the sauce You can get lo— how you get lost in the sauce? Man, a bitch, man, a bitch gon' get lost in the sauce, man (Mhm) You know what I'm sayin'? I know what you sayin', man I'm not— man, I'm sprinklin' sauce, droppin' sauce as we speak, man Right, right, right Know what I—