[Verse 1: Kal Duzay]
Yeah, FQCY, n***a!
What? What?
They call me Duzay!
Fuck y'all mean?!
Buck forty-five-nine looking like Yao Ming!
I mean, damn!
Fuck y'all saying?!
We blowing different color O's, n***a Tucan Sam!
I mean shit, bitch I'm it!
I got the whole suburbs on my dick!
A couple girls with my autograph on their tits
I don't care who's pitching, n***a, 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 mindfuckery!
FTCY n***a, that's that squad
And I rep that real, motherfucking hard
Motherfuck that Dutch
N***a, pass that bong
And try to guess the mix of the bitch on my arm!

[Hook: Kal Duzay]
I got juice!
Bitch I got juice
Bitch I got juice
Juice, bitch I got juice
Bitch I got juice
Bitch I got juice
Bitch, I got juice, juice!
Bitch I got juice (what?)
Bitch I got juice!
Pull up a game, n***a
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***as with a', that's my emo
Music loud, throwing Ls above the window
(What it do?)
Love for a sucker bitch, 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 bitch a new'
Then lay my head on the pillows
Fresh fuck 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
Fuck your'
No rules, no loss!
But never to see me
I'll be on my '
One whip with the back seats
N***a, I love new say!
One thing about me, n***a
I'll be on some ultimate shit!
If you're asking about me n***as
You're on some ultimate shit!