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OJ da Juiceman


[Intro: Slim Jxmmi & Swae Lee]
Young Chop on the beat
Yeah, yeah, word
Sremm, Swae
Ear Drummers

[Verse]
My chopper hit the folks
Like he came with Meechie
My chopper stomp a b*tch
I think he came with Reese
Pull up on your b*tch like she begging
Think she's pleased to meet me
This FN watch it skip, scratch it like a CD
For my ex b*tch, for my old partners
Finger f*ck my new choppers
Slice you like a cuc*mber
X you out
Circle you in
I'm a triangle
Boy yous a square
This pistol hit a n*gga, like he hit him first
Fill out this Glock job application, he gonna give you work
Boy, you like an ant, bite me, how could it hurt?
You see I fell up in a Glo hole, its drippin' off my shirt
Go ahead, stand up, it's a man down
Steve Austin, hit a n*gga with a smackdown
Chopper sing like he's signed to the Mo Town
Think he hot, come through, it's a fan down
Before I pop, better bring the rubber bands out
Cut off your wrist, f*ck a hand out
On the roof throwing thousand dollar clothes down
You ain't getting money, n*gga, sit down
Little girl, there's an elephant in the house
Three blunts, half an ounce
Got some P's and I'm passing them out
Run off, tape your mouth, no shout
Say you want back your b*tch? Well, I'ma be done in an hour
f*ck her in my nice ass shower, you can be calling for hours
Come through blowing like a whistle, I forget you
I won't even remember that sh*t
Pull up on a f*ck n*gga, what's up, n*gga?
He said he ain't with none of that sh*t
Riding round with the pipes, and a couple bowls of loud
I can go to jail for that sh*t
But cops can't knock me down, get right out make bail for that sh*t
n*ggas think that it's sweet, Valentines Day, AR-14
Come say he love you
I was talking 'bout the money, told your b*tch not now
"I'm riding 'round with my boo"
Hey boy, I dare you nothing
Get mixed in a bowl with the fruits
This blender hit ya ass, he gon' turn into Juicy Fruit
Why I always hop in my car, Sosa where you going? I'm going far
Blowing sh*t up like a bomb
9/11 folks nem not a fire
All this ice on my arm
I think I need to go and get shots
Put circles all up on your shirt
I think we need to go and get a box
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