Look at This Shit

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[Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman] All these racks up in my pocket, bitch look at this shit Clear diamonds in my ear, bitch look at this shit VVS's on my neck, bitch look at this shit Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit Man I'm walking with a sack, bitch look at this shit Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit All about a damb bag, bitch look at this shit Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit [Verse 1: OJ Da Juiceman] [?] it's a million dollar crook Off the hook, pockets looking like some books Damb I'm cold, [?] like Captain Hook When I pull up to the club, I make everybody look Stop look and listen, make them pay attention Designer shoe walking, you can judge my pimpin [?] I was in [?] Gucci Mane Shawty, [?] Belt made of [?], million made instantly Most of these rap niggas got some sensisitivity Big [?] chains, statue of Liberty Young Juiceman, bitch you should stop and look at me [Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman] All these racks up in my pocket, bitch look at this shit Clear diamonds in my ear, bitch look at this shit VVS's on my neck, bitch look at this shit Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit Man I'm walking with a sack, bitch look at this shit Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit All about a damb bag, bitch look at this shit Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit [Verse 2: OJ Da Juiceman] Bands on dеck, racks [?] East Atlanta working, made it from the deck 32 [?] thе inside of the crib Hundred bands, shawty [?] that shit [?] Working with a [?], [?] Wanted 36, Imma make about 40 Robin jeans saggin, cause the gwop got them falling Blowin on that gass, same color as [?] Got them staring hard, like I'm the main target Add two guns, [?] Rubber band shawty, club favorite [?] [?] [Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman] All these racks up in my pocket, bitch look at this shit Clear diamonds in my ear, bitch look at this shit VVS's on my neck, bitch look at this shit Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit Man I'm walking with a sack, bitch look at this shit Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit All about a damb bag, bitch look at this shit Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit [Verse 3: Tank] When they call you Tank, Fresh the motherfucking man [?] na bitch, these [?] Hoes see the AP on the wrist, they staring [?] [?] now the feds wanna aprohend In [?] and you know I make it twerk [?] hella fresh, got that 5 dollar work 5 for the 5, for them niggas go berserk Really [?] cause I'm up [?] [?] in the 6 I was spazzin [?] 5 grams I'm a real hustler, [?] [?] like a muffler I know you see me running p a check, bitch I like to flex Everytime I swag past, your bitch, you know she break her neck [?] tryna hit me with the [?] I ain't break a sweat Told [?] I payed the bill [?] [Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman] All these racks up in my pocket, bitch look at this shit Clear diamonds in my ear, bitch look at this shit VVS's on my neck, bitch look at this shit Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit Man I'm walking with a sack, bitch look at this shit Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit All about a damb bag, bitch look at this shit Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit