Double Cup

Not to be confused with veteran Chicago freestyle specialist J.U.I.C.E. or Memphis pioneer Juicy J, this Juice is a young rap rookie who rhymes almost exclusively about how faded he can get on various intoxicants (including but not limited to cough syrup, kush, Molly, etc.), plus the requisite topics of hustling in the streets, murdering any and all rivals, stacking money like Wells Fargo, and relentlessly macking females. With an extremely bass-heavy, Dirty South vibe more than a little similar to Three Six Mafia, the production here is all minor-key synth squiggles, bombastic low-end, claps, hi-hats, snaps, and chanting, plus a occasional (and welcome) soul sample on jams like "Stoner's Night" and "Got a New One." Although the subject matter, beat construction, and rhymes themselves are overtly one-dimensional and wildly repetitive, there's a strange and undeniable charm to Juice's music, assuming you have an appetite for relentlessly thugged-out and unapologetically ig'nant Southern rap. Don't miss the college-girl anthem "Deez B*tches Rollin," the Xanax ode "Geeked Up on Them Bars," and the workaholic mantra "Real Hustlers Don't Sleep."