My juice is 900 proof Only message to the youth I'm reckless in the booth My juice is 900 proof Only message to the youth I'm reckless in the booth I tell you no lies, please recognize I'll serve your monkey ass, two piece and some fries Niggas realize, it's not a disguise This hardcore shit will make your home girl strip Make you wanna take a sip of that red cup Guess what, rest up, don't give a fuck Never did, small shit is irrelevant Heaven knows only live for the hell of it Know the elephant, hate anything celibate Don't really give a damn, what I tell a bitch Home going to the moon might see you soon Try to get the outlaw out the saloon Hear the click clack first then you hear the boom Get the fuck off my clap, mushroom Get out my face fore' I drop you Don't try to gamble, with Earl Campbell (nah-ah) I scramble your eggs boy Replace your arms with your motherfucking legs boy They call me Dexter, Dave Hester, Clyde Drexler MMA, you's a wrestler (Real talk) My juice is 900 proof Only message to the youth I'm reckless in the booth My juice is 900 proof Only message to the youth I'm reckless in the booth I don't know why these suckers is frontin' Like they ain't runnin' and duckin' With my team start that buckin' and fuckin' That's what happen when you get somethin' from nothin' Any motherfuckers that wanna kick it done out in public OMG motherfucker and it's good to be home And I say sorry for the wait but I was burning the throne It's time to take shit, (take that shit) got no time for the hate bitch They talk shit, cause they ain't shit (real talk) It's that rise of the ape shit With no Cesar, catch me rocking the pro Like I'm on that number 8 shit Niggas in the back wit their traps upon their hats And they guess they pack all black They'll take your racks on racks on racks nigga Thank god the gangster's back And we ain't gotta put up with this brainless rap Oh my goodness, OMG and I'm reckless in the booth And I ain't never been less than the truth, motherfucker!