Call Me Dah Juice (Intro)

Call the referee I'm too official Blow the whistle Sucker free you got an issue Choppa bullets hit you Couple bands for me to shoot But I don't really hoop Bitch I'm the man Bitch I'm the truth Call me dah juice! Click like ah marchin band Everybody got a drum Do all the shit you can't Bitch cause I'm the chosen one Self made gettin paper Boy I'm too legit Self paid fuck ah hater Let the oozie spit Doin numbers all the time like a Calculator Im just ah yungin on my grind Bitch I'll see ya later (Gone) All gas; no brakes; never switching Lanes Bout to crash on these lames like ah Fuckin plane Like I'm finna pop ah bean Boy I'm finna roll And I keep my pockets green Fist full of gold Heard you claimin you ah hitter But I'd beg to differ Now watch me paint that ass up Make ya get dah picture Sucka-free; whilst these otha niggaz Lollipops .223's lemme show you what I really got I ain't Neva had no luck I shot the leprechaun Turned ah Honda to ah truck Just like deceptacons Shout out DJ Khaled; just shot me Another one Too fuckin trigger happy So I bought another gun Gutta born; gutta raised; gutta til I go Gutta charm; gutta wave; wit ah Gutta flow Takin pics wit dah green We look good together Too official wit dah team Bitch I'm wit wat eva Yeah bitch! CALL ME DAH JUICE! Yeah bitch! CALL ME DAH JUICE! Yeah bitch! CALL ME DAH JUICE! Yeah bitch! CALL ME DAH JUICE!