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Juiceman
85
Hip-Hop/Rap
Juiceman was released on December 5, 2025 by Crash Dummy Records / EMPIRE as a part of the album F.I.L.A 25 (Forever I Love Atlanta)
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Release DateDecember 5, 2025
LabelCrash Dummy Records / EMPIRE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TM88
TM88
Performer
OJ da Juiceman
OJ da Juiceman
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TM88
TM88
Producer
Max Stephens
Max Stephens
Recording Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Trap-A-Holics)
Stupid fruity flavor (Stupid), got me with a stable (Woo)
Of big-booty bitches (Bitches), Purple Label tailor (Woo)
Used to rock gators (Damn), now I rock blazers (Yes, sir)
Used to cop traphouses, now I'm coppin' acres (Damn, son, where'd you find this?)
Ayy, hold on, Trap, hold on, Trap
Bring that motherfucker back
Trap-A-Holics is in the building
You talkin' to King Trap right here (Zaytoven)
The ****, the number one, uno, **** (Well, damn)
[Chorus]
Really do this shit, stupid fruity shit
Candy-coated cars, Fruity Pebble wrist
Now and Later chains, got your main dame
Everybody wanna "ayy" like the Juiceman
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, well, damn
Ayy, ayy, ayy, skrrt
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Trap-A-Holics, bitch, Hoodrich)
[Verse 1]
Stupid fruity flavor (Stupid), got me with a stable (Woo)
Of big-booty bitches (Bitches), Purple Label tailor (Woo)
Used to rock gators (Damn), now I rock blazers (Yes, sir)
Used to cop traphouses, now I'm coppin' acres (Land)
They leakin' all my flavor (Woo), but they don't wanna praise him (Nope)
Is that Coweta County? (Huh?), boy, I'll see you later (Pyoom)
Hit me with the maneuver (Bitch), hit me with a taser (Pussy)
Now I'm out on bond, a hundred thousand dollars later (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Really do this shit, stupid fruity shit
Candy-coated cars, Fruity Pebble wrist
Now and Later chains, got your main dame
Everybody wanna "ayy" like the Juiceman
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, well, damn
Ayy, ayy, ayy, skrrt
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 2]
They tryna question 'bout some bricks, I don't know shit (Nope)
I'm in the booth tryna drop a million-dollar hit (Yes, sir)
I know the business language, now my etiquette legit (Woo)
I been droppin' sixty-twos since '96 (Skrrt)
What you know 'bout raids? (Woo), what you know 'bout coppers? (Woo)
What you know about T.I., undercover imposters? (Pussy)
What you know 'bout runnin' so long, legs turn to pasta? (Woo)
What you know 'bout gettin' shot eight times, they still can't stop you?
[Chorus]
Really do this shit, stupid fruity shit
Candy-coated cars, Fruity Pebble wrist
Now and Later chains, got your main dame
Everybody wanna "ayy" like the Juiceman
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, well, damn
Ayy, ayy, ayy, skrrt
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Outro]
I present to you
F.I.L.A 25
Crash Dummy Records
Pretty Boy motherfuckin' Tank
Real Atlanta shit, ****
Written by: Akachi, OJ da Juiceman, TM88, Zaytoven
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