I’m That Guy – DJ Drama & OJ Da Juiceman (feat. YBC)

[OJ Da Juiceman:]
I’m walking with dem racks, baby I’m that guy
I’m guacamole shawty, baby I’m that guy
And my hummer on dem 8’s, Baby I’m that guy
And I’m super duper skraight, baby I’m that guy

I’m walking with dem racks, baby I’m that guy
I’m guacamole shawty, baby I’m that guy
And my hummer on dem 8’s, Baby I’m that guy
And I’m super duper skraight, baby I’m that guy

Bricks… Yea I’m working with them chickens
Posted in my trap house but I got 6 kitchens
Right wrist a fool and my left wrist kickin
All this jewlery bout a quarter ticket
Car don’t mention, House a half a million
Got all these rooms Like I’m walking thru a buildin
I’m That Guy and my chain same size as children
Black and White diamonds, lookin like a pilgrim
Thanksgivin chain and its big like a turkey
Pockets like the stuffin, Young Juice workin
Blue and White VVS like we been surfin
Washin power money like extra detergent

I’m walking with dem racks, baby I’m that guy
I’m guacamole shawty, baby I’m that guy
And my hummer on dem 8’s, Baby I’m that guy
And I’m super duper skraight, baby I’m that guy

I’m walking with dem racks, baby I’m that guy
I’m guacamole shawty, baby I’m that guy
And my hummer on dem 8’s, Baby I’m that guy
And I’m super duper skraight, baby I’m that guy

[Y.B.C.:]
I’m That Guy, so so fly, try to stop me you can try
They call me freeza man cause I’m covered in all ice
Straight outa school, I’m That dude, and just started my life
I’m on the track with OJ Juice and his jewlery hurt my eye
I got lots and lots of racks, real shit its no finessin
Got supid guacamole, I ain’t see no college testin
I spit this shit for real niggas I’m the grind tryna get it
YBC we turnt up on the block tryna get it
On the track with Uncle Juice and boxed up yea the get it
Step on it every wenesday and believe we’ll cuff yo bitch
Don’t let the foo smash cause I’m known for murkin bitches
Maxin in the back and One dolla pack the heata

[OJ Da Juiceman:]
I’m walking with dem racks, baby I’m that guy
I’m guacamole shawty, baby I’m that guy
And my hummer on dem 8’s, Baby I’m that guy
And I’m super duper skraight, baby I’m that guy

I’m walking with dem racks, baby I’m that guy
I’m guacamole shawty, baby I’m that guy
And my hummer on dem 8’s, Baby I’m that guy
And I’m super duper skraight, baby I’m that guy

I’m walking with dem racks, I’m blowin on this pack
With this kung fu jacket chain and my diamonds kick back
And my wrist be off the chain, Diamond rope like jumpin jacks
And I pull up in that hummer same color as Bill Jack
With this pit-bull grill and you runnin like a cat
M&M chain, red diamonds fruit snacks
With this spring time water on my bracelet
Pinky ring 30 thousand plus I got that sack
I walk and talk Brick dawg, can you top that
YBC and Juiceman, run and tell that
93 loud pack, stanky like a sack
YBC and Juiceman, run and tell that

I’m walking with dem racks, baby I’m that guy
I’m guacamole shawty, baby I’m that guy
And my hummer on dem 8’s, Baby I’m that guy
And I’m super duper skraight, baby I’m that guy

I’m walking with dem racks, baby I’m that guy
I’m guacamole shawty, baby I’m that guy
And my hummer on dem 8’s, Baby I’m that guy
And I’m super duper skraight, baby I’m that guy
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