juice wrld hour freestyle of fire over eminem beats
It's live? Already?
Cool, uh-huh
I'm back on Westwood, bitch
Huh
Freestyle king, I'ma do my thing
Married to the game, I'ma need a ring
Run up on me, that choppa sing
Brand new bitch, that's a brand new ting
Broke up with my bitch, now she my side bitch
Text me on my psychic, huh, yeah
She gon' keep the strap in her purse like a dyke bitch
Run up, she fire shit, uh, yeah
Nigga, just lose it, niggas be faker than optical illusions
Run up on me, that chopper skip to conclusions
I don't give a fuck, with your bitch, I'ma do her
Paul Wall with her, I'ma chop her and screw her, uh
Brand new money
Run up on me, chopper hoppin' like a bunny
I don't walk it, I run it
Keep it one hundred
Headshot, headshot, drive-by in a Hummer
Goddamn, just lose it, uh
Make love then make music, uh
Run up, chopper do 'em
Waka Flocka, "O Let's Do It," uh
Off of the top, I be kickin' it
Hop on my dick like a frog, you be ribbitin', uh
Look at the way I be rippin' it, drillin' 'em
Like I be full of adrenaline, uh
Sick of the Percs, I'ma put them down, huh
Run up on me, that chopper marry your ass like you got a gown on
Guess you a pussy now, huh?
Ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Guess you a pussy now, uh
Keep this beat goin', mhm
I'ma spazz for a second
I'ma get up on they ass for a second
Chopper on me, it's gon' blast for a second
I'ma shoot him in his ass, I'm reckless
Do it big like football, Texas
I'ma ball out like the Texans
Bitches pay me like taxes
On the mattress, hittin' backflips
Ride me, carpet, Aladin
Outerspace, boolin' on Saturn
Give a fuck what you say, I don't really care about nothin' but the money I manage
Hoes on me, they wanna fuck too, though
Outerspace, I been pullin' on Pluto
Bad bitch, huh
Hot like a motherfucker hit the bitch up in June, woah, ayy, ayy
Summertime sadness
Off the Xan, tryna figure out what's up though
Bad bitch, uh, tryna fuck though
Keep it on the low, I don't wanna know, ho
VVS on my wrist, no snow-globe
Incredibles, feelin' like Frozone
I'ma probably put dick in your ho dome, uh-huh, uh-huh
In your ho's home, uh-huh, uh-huh
I been rappin' all day, that's normal though
I'm a alien, goddamn, an abnormal ho
Pull up on 'em, chopper make it rainstormin', ho
Hot like a motherfuckin' global warmin', ho
Then again, I'm colder than a freezer
Fuck your bitch, I'll leave her
Dragon Ball, Frieza
Pull up on the scene, my choppa got a fever
Hand on my heater, kick it like FIFA, uh, yeah
Hot like a Cheetoh, fast like a cheetah
Run up, I get 'em, uh, yeah
Choppa like Jessie White the way I up the bitch and it flip 'em, uh, yeah
Spazz on they ass all day though
I was in the cut killin' people like Tadoe
World in my hands, I'ma treat it like Play-Doh
I'm full of shit, I'm a rich ass a-hole, huh
Yeah, just lose it, uh-huh, uh-huh-huh, just lose it
Bad bitch, look, the fuck are you doing?
If you ain't gettin' naked then I'm not gon' screw it, uh-huh, uh
Just lose it
Don't make love, make music
Huh, just lose it, uh
Don't make love, make music, huh
Pill pop, Molly in the party
Bad bitch wanna fuck, I got off the Bacardi
Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em, choppa crackin' like Pilates
I ain't ever give a fuck, motherfuck, catch a body
I was in the cut with a bitch from Tacoma
Smokin' on pack, you can smell the aroma
Young ass nigga but they think that I'm older
Hachoo, bless you, my flow too colder
World on my shoulders, feel like a boulder
Run up on me, I told you that it's over
Chopper get to doin' motherfuckers like homework
Clip stickin' out like a motherfuckin' boner
This is my flow, it's not a motherfuckin' loaner
Only one of me, ain't no motherfuckin' cloners
Ballin' on these hoes like Adrian, Adrian
Knock 'em out, lil' nigga, like Adrian Broner, uh
Look at the way that I ball on these hoes
In the back of the cut, mm, mm
I got blue faces up in my pockets, I'm not throwin' no dubs, mhm
Heart out chest, I put that in the grave
I ain't showin' no love, mhm
I am not talkin' 'bout snails, shoot like Tony Snell with slugs, mhm
Yeah, spazz, I'ma spazz on they ass
Uh, leave a nigga in the past
Uh, do it for the quick cash
Uh, it's a big ass gun
Mm, so you better get back
Mm, your boyfriend broke, baby, I don't think you could fix that
Uh, haha, yeah
Old broke ass nigga
Hit the bitch from the back, that's a no ask, nigga
Huh, already know, ass nigga
Run up on me, chopper on me, I'ma blow, ass nigga
Walk around like I don't even know that nigga
Boppin' on the bitch like Kodak, nigga
Up, down, left, right, cheat code that nigga
Haha, hahahaha
Bro, I said, "Up, down, left, right, cheat code that nigga," boy
That mean I got cheat codes
Guns sing like the leader of the Glee show
Bape on the cape, no, I'm not a hero
VVS cold, no sub-zero
Gettin' money like Robert De Niro
Fuck with me, you get jacked like Sparrow
I'll put you out your sorrow
You won't live to see tomorrow
Shootin' your Monte Carlo up
My shoes, they cost your car note
I am not tryna brag, but you know I got the quatros
The pesos, I don't know, nn-nana, hahaha
Uh-huh, uh-huh
999, 999, uh
999, uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh-nuh-nuh
We on the Eminem wave today
Last time I was here, I rapped for an hour
A fucking hour
Uh, ain't no competition, I'm not worried
.30 on me, Stephen Curry
Sippin' dirty with a bitch that give me head just like she nerdy
I been shootin', Larry Birdy
In that bitch like a surgeon
Put my dick in her throat, she get to regurgitatin', uh, hahaha
Ignorant, yes, that's me, uh
Catch a nigga like a taxi
Usain Bolt, runnin' shit just like a track meet, uh
Flexin' up on 'em like an athlete, mm
Fuck nigga, you cannot surpass me, uh
That's your bitch, well why is Juice WRLD tatted all over her ass cheek, ya dig? Ha
Ooh, yeah, that's what—
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My name is
I said hi, my name is gun, I'm aiming
These niggas are ass, anus
.40 aiming, leave 'em brainless
Tote my stainless, fuck is you sayin'?
I'ma dye my hair blonde, Super Saiyan
Ruthless with this gun, shoot it, slayin'
Sprayin', leave 'em on the pavement
Jackie Chan kush, bitch, I'm feeling like an Asian
Asian persuasion
Run up, then I'm blazing
In this fucking Bathing Ape blazer, amazing
I'm up in that new thang
Feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne
Kickin' shit like Liu Kang
Sicker than some flu game
Jordan on me, flu game, nigga
60 points on 'em on that flu game, nigga
Look at the way that I do thangs
I'm with my clan like Wu-Tang
Every day we hustlin'
Want a Lamborghini, remember dreamin' about a Mustang
Now I'm 'bout my next thang
Now I'm 'bout my next thang
Blue face in my pocket, I'm ain't worried 'bout no chump change
I can hit your block and then I turn it to a gun range
Call of Duty closet, boy, that shit look like a gun game
I just had to dread my hair because I couldn't maintain
Now a nigga wildin', feeling like a rasta
Choppa like guitar, get to strummin' like a rockstar
I'm sipping lean out the cup, I'm such a Wockstar
I put this .40 to your head and then I pop it
I'm so violent, choppa with a silence
Optimus Primin'
Transform on your ho to fuck her for perfect timing
Rollie change colors like the climate
Diamonds on my neck, best believe them bitches shining
I left my chains at the hotel, I hate jewelry
I wear it just so I can participate in the foolery
You got a problem with me? I'ma pull up with this choppa
I'll shoot you and your father, put an end to your eulogy
Uh, clip hold a hundred, count it like a centipede
21 left in that Glock, I'll shoot it out the century
I'm schooling niggas like it's fucking Elementary
Prolly fucking these bitches and fucking 'em up mentally
Now, that's just me
Westwood, you know we gettin' cash, right?
Bad bitch, she gon' shake her ass, right?
I'm like, "Damn baby, where you from?
What's your name? You familiar, did I meet you in a past life?"
I can give you all this money if you act right
I'ma throw you all this money if you act right
I'ma throw you all this money if you act right, uh
I'ma throw you all this money if you act right
Then again I ain't paying for pussy, you rookie
Chopper on my hip and it's shootin', mm, mm
Ho, chopper on my hip and it's bad like Meghan Goodie
Bad little bitch, she gon' give me all her cookies
Bad little bitch and she thick, looking like Snookie
Got a problem with me, I'ma shoot it like a movie, uh
That's just how it is
I'm Khalifa with the reefer but I've never been a Wiz
This is grown man shit, this is not for little kids
Even though I'm going hard like a nigga Lil Bill
Got the Molly in drink, I'ma crack a seal
Run up on me, you get popped, like I'm popping all the pills
Spazzin' on every track, I battle rap
Anyone that's gon' battle rap, come battle that
I feel like Shaquille O'Neal when I shoot
Choppa gon' break the glass, ratatat
I don't got time for snakes, no time for rats
I'm smoking pack, I'm selling crack, bring it back
Run up on me, cool, that chopper on me get you clapped
Matter of fact, I don't know how to act
I'm a real ass nigga, drill ass nigga
Go and pop a pill ass nigga, real ass nigga
Fuck how you feel, lil' nigga, I'm real, lil' nigga
I'm sick, I'm ill, lil' nigga, for real, lil' nigga, uh
Freestyle off the dome, kickin' it for real
In the cut totin' my steel like Keel
If you don't kill the mothafucker, fuck it, I will
You better start writing your will, for real
I'm real Juice, yes, I'm the real Juice
You can get juiced up, you fuckin' with me, uh
Won't the real Juice WRLD please stand up?
Won't the real Juice WRLD please stand up?
Someone bring all the real Xans out
This fentanyl shit got me layin' on the couch
Like, what the fuck is all these fake pills about?
What the fuck is all these fake thrills about?
R.I.P. to X, R.I.P. to Peep
R.I.P. to Mac, R.I.P. the beats
R.I.P. to anybody that want beef
R.I.P. to anybody that want beef
R.I.P. to all the niggas died in the street
R.I.P. to all the nigga died, rest in peace
Only thing I can't say is R.I.P. me
'Cause I'ma live forever, I put that on my life, B, uh
Flow go crazy
For niggas that's boolin' red, my flow go brazy
Shake like Haiti
Choppa on me, give yo ass a plate
I'on't give a fuck, I might just fuck yo bitch today
Young nigga and I'm feelin' rich today
Scratch him off, lil' lotto, no quick pick today
Burn a nigga like Jamaicans and incense today
Been the realest nigga since an infant, okay, uh
On these Eminem beats, I'm a beast
From the west to the east, I'm a freak in the sheets
Got yo bitch and she got a real badass physique
I'ma fuck her one time, while you beatin' yo meat
Haha, hahaha
Spazzin' on this Westwood shit, though
Uh
Nicotine is cancerous, kinda like my flow
My gun is a thotty, kinda like your ho
Pull up on the scene, choppa on me, woah
I get more head than some fuckin' frontal lobe
Gotta let you know she gon' dance, Gigolo
I'm a nigga, Jigaboo
With some money, with some dough
Ballin' on these hoes like a mothafuckin' pro
Run up on me, choppa on me and it's down to blow
Spazzin' on they ass like every track that Westwood put on
Look at all my niggas, how I'm finna put on
R.I.P. to all my niggas that is gone
Promise you that I'ma let your name live on
Tatted on my face? Nah
Tatted on my neck? Yeah
Tatted on my chest? Nah
Tatted on my wrist? Yeah
Triple 9 like wrist slit
I could fuck a rich bitch
I feel like a rich bitch
Prolly 'cause I'm rich, bitch
I feel like I'm Rick James
Run up on me choppa hit yo ass like, "Okay"
Black bullets hit your fuckin' body like Luke Cage, huh
It's a mothafuckin' outrage, nigga
These niggas make me mad thinking they can compete
I swear to God, they flow ain't nothin' to me
But Juice WRLD 999, he's something to see
It's so hard when he rap, that it's make-believe
"He can't be freestyle and shit for real, he be writing it"
Nah, this off the dome, I do it to be excitin'
I feel like a Buddha or somethin', my flow is enlightening
But I'm not with that folly shit
Pop it like an ollie, bitch
I was off the Molly in a party with a bitch that's acting faker than a Barbie, kid
Run up, you get grilled just like a Que, ain't talking barbe', kid
I'm the type to top, oof, hold on watch this
Choppa on my side, it's 'bout the size of a hockey
Shit, I shoot it in yo brain and see your thoughts, psychologist
I been goin' harder than the hardest
Put my arm up in the rim, I feel like Vince, I feel like Carter
I been ballin' like a starter
Put my dick inside your daughter
Matter of fact, bitch, I'm your father
Niggas thinkin' that they gettin' it, but I'm tellin' 'em, "Why bother?"
Make him disappear like Potter
I swear to God I was whippin' all this crack up in this pot
I'm making music for the problems
Yeah, I'm making music for the problems, yeah
I'm known to make hits, take bitches and take pills
I make thrills, chase thrills and make mills
I eat meals and chill out with my bro
Chris Mills, we pop willy like Meek Mills
I'm in the cut, gettin' head from a bitch
After that she could be dead, I wouldn't give a fuck
She get on her knees and it's ironic, that she get on her knees so Juice WRLD could live it up
That bitch said that she ready to give it up
I said, "Pull your panties down, baby, the jig is up"
I seen a bunch of crack pipes and cigarettes
I ain't wanna fuck her, no way, serve to her mother, bruh
Huh, that's word to your mom
If you looking for me I'm probably puttin' dick in your mom
If you looking for me I'm probably putting shit in your mom
If you looking for me I'm probably tryna sniff with your mom, huh
I feel like the bomb, Osam'
You ain't on shit, nigga, really, dot com
You don't really know the shit that I'm on
You don't really know this spliff, my mind gone
Hi kids, do you like? Uh, huh
Look, mhm
Hi kids, do you like Oxy?
Do you wanna get it poppin' like a Molly?
Prolly, rockstar, lookin' up to Chief Keef and Ozzy
Bombing like a motherfucking kamikaze
Hit him in his face with a choppa, sorry
That bitch finna sing like an opera, Harley
I'ma box him out, left, right, I feel like Ali
I'ma play your bitch like her first name Atari
I'ma grill the pussy like it's fresh calamari
Try me if you want, that chopper on me get to killin'
Blood all on the floor, you know that shit just got to spillin'
I don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm such an evil villain
Louis V 'Preme on my shirt, cost ten bands
Pull up on the scene, choppa hit you and your best friend
Married to the money even though I am the best man
She on my dick like a mic she was testin'
It's time to spazz on a track that's what I do, uh-uh
Gun sing like Erykah Badu, uh-huh
Throw your body in the bottom of the bayou
So rich, motherfucker, I could buy you
Don't try me, but nigga, I will try you
I hope your ass ready to die, dude
Choppa on me, leave your momma traumatized, dude
Like a bunch of chicken, you will get fried, ooh
I'm from Chicago where niggas don't live to see 20
But then again I made it out and got a lot of money
I'm 19, I got a couple fucking months left
My birthday December 2nd
So please don't step in my motherfucking direction
'Cause if I feel threatened, I'm upping a Smith & Wesson
I put it to your face, best believe I'ma get it bustin'
I'm spazzing on a track, got a AK like a Russian
I hit you in your head like a motherfucking concussion
I've been causing combustion
Something-ness out of nothing
23 in my Glock, I said it the last time I was on the Westwood
23 in my Glock, boy, shooting like Jumpman, Jumpman, uh-huh
I rapped for a hour last time
After that I fucked your bitch in the shower that's fine, huh
I rapped for a hour last time
After that, I fucked your auntie in the shower, that's fine
I fucked your auntie then your mother
Then I put fucking a bullet hole right up in yo uncle
I got to fucking balling, I refuse to fucking fumble
I'm confident as fuck, I'm really tired of being humble
These niggas really thinking they better but they not, though
He say he want beef, I got them shells, let's make some tachos
You know I get, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
He say he want beef, I got them shells, let's make some tacos
He say he get cheese, I get cheese, that shit is not yours
I get cheese like nachos, uh-huh
That choppa on my hip, you run up, I'ma give you quanthro
I shoot through your Monte Carlo, uh, haha
On my shoe is your car note
You get scanned like a bar-code
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Eminem is like, "I'm cancerous
This, you wouldn't want to answer this
Responded back, battle rap, ripped Cannabis"
Shout out Em, man
Spazz on some of the racks, oh, mm
Pockets fat, you know I got the racks on
Clothes still got the tags on
Boast on a nigga, I'ma brag, um
I'm feeling like the champion
Different approach on this beat
I feel like the best if you askin' me
I'm balling on these hoes like a athlete
I don't think anyone gon' come better after me
Look at the way I spazz, this is off the top, looking like a wave cap Choppa with the mags, shoot you in your ass
Leave you in the past
Memories in the past, now it's getting to the cash
Freestyle flows, I don't write it, nuh-uh
Off the top, tryna kick it and I hope I don't jag
Bad little bitch in the back of a Benz
I'ma prolly get behind it and hit it from the back
Gotta tune in and kill shit everyday, ho
Pull up on the scene, choppa give you a halo
World in my hands and I treat it like Play-Doh
I love Xbox but I really don't play, ho
I'm on to the next shit, I'm on to the next cash
I'm smoking the best kush, rollin' the best gas
Pull up in a black Benz, I really do not fuck with Jags
You know what's up, nigga
Your bitch gon' fuck, nigga
I'm sippin', lean inside my cup, ain't Robituss', nigga
Ain't with that tussling shit, my choppa tussle for me
I promise you I'm a bully, I keep on getting money
These niggas walk it, they walk it, I told them that I run it
I'm kicking it off the dome, that's how a nigga coming
I'm kicking it of the dome, that's how a nigga boming
I'm drinking Henny with pills, you know a nigga vomit
I'm drinking Henny with pills, you know a nigga vomit
Listen to the way I spazz
I'ma kill em, put 'em in a body bag, maybe even in a body cast
Sick of all the Percocets, where the fuck the Molly at?
Ran a train up on your mom, she looking for trolly
Get it popping like it's Tony Hawk, ain't talking 'bout a ollie
Yeah, but I may just pop a ollie
Used to skate in the hallways every Friday
Huh, get it poppin' like a ollie
I remember I was sitting in my basement
Thinking 'bout the clothes that I can't get
Look at me now, I'm up right now
Niggas still got the nerve to say I'm up next
Three times platinum on a song, beat that
I'm the best motherfucker, defeat that
I ain't— hoo
I turn my phone off 'cause I don't really want no motherfuckin' feedback
I got a fucking bad bitch where my feet at
And a bunch of, mm, ha
I'm tryna body this beat, boy
Hahahaha, shit
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Back in London, I'm home
Feel like it's my second home
This is where Juice WRLD roams
I feel like it's my second, uh
I'm the best wit' it, quick witted
I kill niggas, I switch clips
Same way I end sentences, nigga, I'm so relentless
Pull up on the scene, my choppa just like a pencil, lead
Shoot him in the head, motherfucka
A couple times, he gon' be dead, motherfucka
Now his mom calling to the feds, motherfucka
"Look at my son laying in the bed," motherfucka
Ran up in his crib like the repo' man
I gave his bitch wood like a Home Depot, man, huh
Choppa on my hip just like a Pringles can
Desert Eagle on my hip, like I'm a Eagles fan
I'm the type to kill all your people, man
I'm not good, hell nah, I'm a evil man
I'm above y'all, we are not equal, man
Before and after, prequel and the sequel, man
I'ma be here for a long ass time
You think you better than me then you lost your mind
I'm Stevie Wonder with it, I will rob you blind
I'm looking for the answers that they can't find
I came to Westwood to spit some facts, motherfucka
I came to Westwood to spit some crack, motherfucka
I came to Westwood to get it back, motherfucka
Your bitch is over here, I hit it like— oof
Your bitch is over here, I hit it like, ooh
I pulled up in a Ghost, peekaboo, the new coupe
You got a problem, that's okay, I got the gun, ooh
Rich nigga, prolly could fuck up on the principal
I give a fuck about the principals
Gotta seal lock the envelope
I feel like I'm Travis Scott 'cause I'm doper than all the antidote
That bitch is on my dick, I'ma put it in her, you know she trope
I'ma put it in her, you know she choke
I don't got they time for the trolls
I could put that shit up on my soul
Run up on me, choppa hit you in your face like it's over with
I'm sicker than a nigga with a cold and shit
These niggas old as fuck, they got mold and shit
I really wanna give them my condolences
Go tell them that it's over and to let the new niggas prosper
How you my father? Nigga, I'm your father
How you my father? Nigga, I'm your father
Sayin' you my father, nigga, why bother?
I'on't got no father, nigga, I'm harder without a father
I put that on your daughter
Uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
That was his flow on this song, right?
*mumbling*
Tour bus full of bottles and models and bitches who swallow
Got guns full of hollows, put you out your sorrow
I'm rappin' on Eminem beats 'cause I follow the leaders, that nigga's a beast
I feel like a monster or maybe a goblin
A straight Jeffrey Dahmer
Put dick in your mama
Neck like a ostrich
I'm fly, fuck a copper
Can't judge me at all, put the Johnnie to Cochran
My flow brazy, it's crazy, insane
And the fact that I made it, these fuck niggas hate me
I remember playin' this game in my basement
Sayin' I would make it and fuckin' complainin'
Momma on the link, car, food, and the fridge
But we was still strugglin', ballin', triple doublin'
Damn near had two jobs, tryna keep up
Worked at my school just so I could stay up in there, uh
Now I gotta bless her, now I gotta bless her
Now I gotta fuck on a bitch named Vanessa
Her chest the best, huh
Her breasts the best, uh
Now I'm ballin', next up
Now I'm ballin', next up
This shit'll upset
I'm fuckin' the world like it's rough sex
Got head from a white bitch, I call it a rough neck
I'm ball on these bitches like Rucker or somethin'
Money makin', rich motherfucker or somethin'
My flow is crazy, it's brazy
I told you, you run up then you will get cracked like a soldier
Make like composers, I promise it's over
Everything but sober, I do her like homework
Niggas think they in it but they not
They been trippin', catch 'em slippin', I'ma shoot 'em with the Glock
I been ballin' like a Piston, shit, I do this shit a lot
All this shit is really all a part of my evil plot
It's world domination, triple 9 in this bitch
Chiropractor with the chopper, break your spine when it hit
I been ballin' like I'm Kobe or LeBron in this bitch
Matter fact, I'm feelin' like I'm in my prime in this bitch
This shit finna do numbers on YouTube, trust me
Hoes gon' love me, they all wanna fuck me
Even if I'm ugly, I know I'm not ugly
I been movin' around too much, trust me
Chopper on my hip with a clover on it, lucky
My chopper like a thotty, I pull it out, it's busting
I really don't got time for none of the discuss-ting
I problem solve 'em, smoking all this pack, super musty
Off of the dome
This shit comin' off of the dome
And I'm comin' all for your domes
This shit comin' off of the dome
I make hits and take shits on these niggas that think that they better than me, but they not, go figure
Keep the Tommy in my Tommy, lil' nigga, Hilfigers
I'ma ball, I'ma swish, lil' nigga
I remember smoking swishers with my brother and now it's backwoods
Run up on me, chopper hit you and leave you in back woods
If you lookin' for me then I'm prolly up to no good
Runnin' through your hood, with prolly some more goods
Water whippin' in the kitchen, flippin' it like chicken
Run up, chopper hit him, put him into su-submission
Don't give a fuck about niggas, neither, or bitches
I promise you I'm only focused on gettin' them riches
You see it, believe it
White Justin Beiber
My swag super hot like I caught me a fever
Bring the house down like Queen, no Latifah
You'll get smoked like a blunt, no Khalifa
Boolin' on top with a thot from the block
Give me top, you get hit with the Glock
All my niggas get money, best believe it or not
Run up on me, leave you shoot
Best believe I'm on top
Juice WRLD like Pac, shoutout 2Pac
Without him I wouldn't be here, believe it or not
Shoutout to Eminem, same situation
I been makin' all this money, I been money makin'
I been soul snatchin', I been life takin'
They think I sold my soul, nigga, I was just playin'
I just got this shit on my own, nigga, I'm just sayin'
I just got this shit on my own, nigga, I'm just sayin'
My flow is so intricate, intimate, killin' 'em, really I'm rippin' it
Focused like Ritalin, nigga, you get it, don't get
Forget me, lil' nigga
Proactively poppin' like zits, lil' nigga
On Westwood boolin', back smokin' pack, with a bitch rollin' thrax for me 'cause I don't know how to roll backwoods
But it's all good, I'ma get my shit back
Ridin' up, like a pimp, lil' nigga
You get your shit slapped, nigga
Just like slick back, nigga
Break you off like a candy, nigga, no Kit Kat, nigga
All my niggas get money, best to believe that, nigga
Over-chieve all the niggas, overachieve that nigga
They lookin' at me like, "How we gon' overachieve that nigga?
He 19, he went three times platinum
He wrote that song in twenty minutes, he just started rapping"
Nah, I been makin' it happen, huh
Ahahaha
They say, "Why your dreams super lucid?" Ahaha
Oh, chief, this beat hard as fuck
His arms are sweaty
His face is sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
He ain't have a Perc in a couple days, he ready
Uh-huh, uh-huh
His face is sweaty, haha
His face is sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
He ain't have a Perc in a couple days, he ain't ready
He got a show, he gotta perform and do his thing
But them withdrawals finna take his ass up out the game
Hell nah, I'ma keep fightin' and I'ma do me
My life is such a Blu-ray, it's such a movie
Your bitch is such a thotty
She's such a groupie that she ain't tell you she gave me all of her coochie
Lose yourself in this music, this moment, you own it, you better never let it go
And it's like a seed to plant when you rap and you spazz and you gotta throw it on and watch this shit grow
I pull up, I'm shootin' out the coupe, it's red on the fucking white 'Cause I killed your ass in the snow
I'm ballin' out the roof
With my troops, redo what we do
I just gotta let you know
I spazz on this track like the best fucking rapper
When I freestyle off the top I'm the best fucking rapper
He sayin' shit he don't do, that nigga is a actor
And if it's up to me he's not really a benefactor
I turned him into fractions
I rap and then I watch y'all reactions
It's like, "How the fuck he made this shit happen?"
Like a poetry slam, I got 'em snapping
Yeah, hold the applause, I put dick in your broad
I put dick in your mom, I put dick in the world
Give a fuck about shit, I'm a fuck on a bitch
I'm a count up the grip then put a dick in your girl
I don't care about nothin' but this money
And God, I'ma pray every day that I make it—
Out some time, she call me Allah
I don't want that title, baby, I'm not God, I don't forgive
My niggas runnin' into your crib
Killin' everybody, they even got some bloods on the bib
Its blood on the leaves, I'm listenin' to Kanye and shit
It's 3K for the wrist, I'm feeling like I'm André again
I get to servin' crackers, feelin' like a Entrée again
I'm up in a different island, fuckin' on a Bombay chick
I give a fuck about you, I give a fuck about bitch
I kill your ass, and then I tell you to rest in piss
Rest in clips, rest in this, you can take the rest of this
Micheal Jackson with flow, I'm cardiac arrest this shit
R.I.P. to the king, yeah, king of pop, shit
Run up on me, choppa play you like the king of rock, shit
Aerosmith with the gun
Haha, Aerosmith with the gun
No guitar, Aerosmith with the gun
Willow, hahaha
Yeah, man
I make it look simple
Choppa hit your face and get blood on your dimples
More than some acne problems, bigger than a pimple
Choppa hit your face and give your forehead a nipple, hahaha
For really though
These niggas really thinking that they in it, nooo
We can get it poppin' like a wheelie, ho
Philly shit, ain't talkin' 'bout Meek Milly, ho
But shoutout Meek Milly, though, uh
I'm getting this money
I'ma stack it, flip it, I keep it one hundred
I'm gettin' this money
Stack it and flip it, I'm keepin' it one hundred
I'm gettin' this money
Stack it and flip it, I'm keepin' it one hundred
Uh, there's more of this beat left?
Alright
Back on my rap shit, even on my trap shit
Blood everywhere, you gon' need more than a napkin
Niggas really be cappin'
Me, I just be snappin'
Looking at these niggas like, "Why the fuck you acting?"
Who the fuck you asking for money?
Ain't no hand-outs, I got it on my own, dummy, yeah, I got my own money
Yeah, I own money
Pull up on a scene, pockets full of old money
Still new money, sad money, blue money
One-thousand, two-thousand, yeah, I got a few hundred thou' on me
I'ma shoot a motherfucker with a .40 cal, homie
I'ma probably load it up and blow him down, homie
I could rap all day, I could spit facts
This a big ass gun, you better get back
I don't really got time for the chit-chat
I don't really got time for the chit-chat
Bad bitch on my line wanna fuck
I remember I was down, I ain't had no luck
Now she telling me, "Come through," she want me to bust
I said, "Hell nah, baby, I ain't tryna get a nut"
Off you, but I could fuck on your friend for the irony
Excitingly, off the molly, the whole, entirely time
But I don't wanna do that shit
I prolly just play her ass like Aerosmith, uh
You better lose it, I'm making love and I'm making music
Your bitch on my dick, it ain't nothin' else to it
I broke up with my bitch, she was useless
Don't give a fuck about shit, uh, uh
Don't give a fuck about shit, aha
Don't give a fuck about shit, uh-huh
Don't give a fuck, hahahaha
I feel like the bestest
My flow fresh to death, it's deadlier than some asbestos
I feel like a teacher, I could teach your ass a lesson
Choppa turn your ass into some fucking sloppy seconds
Nigga, it's a preference
Call me a reverend 'cause I can show you how to get your bitch-ass to heaven
I feel a lil' kid in my adolescence
I ain't scared of shit, I got my Smith & and my Wesson
Spazzin' on this bitch, feel like a dragon on this bitch
I'm off a Xanax, tryna plan it like I'm draggin' in this bitch
Run up on me, choppa hit you
It get a nigga licked just like a mothafucking tongue
I fuck your bitch from the back while the bitch speak in tongues
She give me head but she dumb, give me head 'til she numb
Clip stickin' out the fucking gun like a sore thumb
Nigga, you ain't on none
Brother locked up for real, call that nigga a cunt
I don't really give a fuck about shit
'Cause niggas don't know what the fuck that I'm on
Look up, saw my nigga dead, fuck it, he gone
Had to shed a couple tears but I had to move on
Now I'm balling on these hoes like the play-offs
Balling like the play-offs
They say hard works pays off
I'm waiting for the payoff
I'm up in UK with Westwood spitting crazy shit
Run up on me, choppa on me, that shit over with
Like I said, I grip a K, Union Soviet
Life's a gamble when I'm taking all your poker chips
Juice WRLD is in your world, dick in your girl, I rule the world
Diamonds shining, believe the pearls
Pull up on a scene, choppa make him hurl
He so scared that he vomiting
Eyes red but I ain't with that demonic shit
She do coke, movin' faster than Sonic, bitch
VVS shining bright like Tron's and shit
Transform in that bitch, Megatron and shit
Tryna put my whole fucking team on and shit
9-9-9 club, what you on, lil' bitch?
Choppa like a magic trick, it get you gone, lil' bitch
Call of Duty with that uzi how I'm spawnin' shit
With that Twitter beef, I ain't with that respondin' shit
Like I said, I'm ballin' on 'em, no LeBron and shit
Don't believe me, you could ask your fucking mom, lil' bitch, ha
Yeah, let me talk my shit
Hop out this chair real quick and I'll walk my shit, ha
I'ma sit back down
I'ma keep it chill and probably gonna spoke my spliff, uh
I make it look easy, I make it look simple
Your bitch really sleazy, she bustin' like pimples
She really get it poppin', and after that she expected me to take her shoppin'
Bitch, you got two options; hop in this Uber or hop in the cab
I don't really wanna do ya, but if you got a problem I'll put one in your medulla
My gun bisexual, you know it's finna do her
Haha, haha
Library book ho, I had to go renew her, haha
I'm the shit, no manure
I done got it out the gutter, I was raised up in the sewer
Haha, what you wanna do, sir?
My choppa got especial aim for a loser
And your bitch on my dick, she's a chooser
I met her sendin' nudes on computers
She on her laptop, gettin' it bustin' on Skype, givin' her backshots
Wait 'til the beat drop, I'm such a bad kid
I'm such a Boondock, my brother had the crack rock sittin' in his tube socks
He used to sell that shit
Had clients up in Texas, he used to mail that shit
I'm getting buckets like LeBron, I had to pail that shit
Choppa hit your fucking face just like some hail and shit
I'm talking H-A— ooh
I keep wanting to throw shade, bro, but I can't even do it
I be havin' to— 'cause look, when I freestyle, I be seein' the line
I like, see the line in my head before I say it, and I just knew that shit was going, nope, ha
Nope, nope, nope, nope
I'm not tryna get in no trouble
I ball out like triple, no double
My flow go too Nipsey, no Hussle
I call plays and I don't even set huddles
I get her wet, you just get a puddle
I get her lake, and then I swim in it and act like I didn't eat, haha
On these beats, I'ma beast
It's Thanksgiving in the bank, I walk in and have a feast, ha
I tell that nigga, "Rest in peace," rest in pieces with my piece, hit his face to take his piece
I don't take chains, I buy 'em
I don't take drugs, I try 'em
God forbid that I end up dyin'
I'ma live forever, best believe I'm too defiant
I'm a champion, I'm a fucking mogul
If you run up on me, then it's fucking over
Like a bad relationship, it's gon' be fucking over
Choppa knock your ass and put in a fucking coma
The shit I smoke'll make you die, nigga
The pills I pop'll make you cry, nigga
And where I'm from, it's homicide, nigga
No animals, but we lettin' the llamas fly, nigga, ha
For real, uh, I'm finna keep going, uh-huh, for real, uh, uh-huh, yeah, for real
On the real, I wonder why these niggas hatin' on me
Like I'm sittin' at a table, they been waitin' on me
They been sittin' for a minute, they been waiting to eat
I'm the only one to eat, surround this bitch, it's a feast for me
We are not equal at all
I'm going hard motherfucker, and that is my job, uh
Focused to the point they think I'm on Adderal
But I ain't shit but Percs and high cholesterol, uh
Watch yourself
Choppa breaking bad, nigga, that's what's up
Never gave a fuck about the bitch you fucked because I fucked her before you fucked, nigga, what's up?
He say he wanna box, I got my hand on my Glock
That .40 came with a .30 so we gon' call that a cock
No homo, I'm straight, I gave your bitch my cock
I fucked her every day, the clip is never stocked
I keep a hundred in the chopper at all times
And all I know is money 'cause it's on my mind
I promise you that I'm ballin' on, prime-time
That Rollie on my wrist looking like the sunshine
Almost bought a Patek, all baguettes, motherfucker
Fuck your bitch, she gon' sweat to keep sweat, motherfucker
Choppa just like a pussy, it'll wet a motherfucker
I feel like off a Xanny I'll forget a motherfucker
I still see these Perkies in my room
Niggas dirty but my choppa is a broom
Give a fuck about you, it's all me, nigga
I'ma run that shit just like a track meet, nigga
Off the dome, kickin' shit, it's just me, nigga
That's just how I want this shit to fucking be, nigga
I feel like a fighter, boy, my gun'll beat niggas
Mission complete niggas, it'll defeat niggas, ha
Who are you to me, nigga?
Really I'm out of your league, nigga
I'm never tired, you got fatigue, nigga
Three days since I eat and sleep, nigga, ha
I been up for a long time
I don't even think I'm in my right mind
But it's all good, nevermind
Let me switch it up and say some better lines, ha
Uh, I'm finna boss, I'm finna, uh
Yeah, I'm finna boss up, finna gloss on 'em
Arsenal, mm-mm, arse-na-na
I like that, I'm just fuckin' around with that, uh, huh
Lately, I'm flossin', I feel like a boss, these niggas fresh out of the closet
Run up, get off, chopper on me make a deposit
You get dropped off, nigga, get popped off
This shit dead, motherfucker, ain't talkin' Nate Dogg
Want beef? Choppa'll hit you, ain't talkin' steak sauce
You lookin' for you homie? He up in the graveyard
Chopper tear his face off, was in a face-off
I just his face off, it was a face-off
Nigga, what you wanna? You'll just get smoked like a blunt of marijuana
Every day I'm rollin' up strong, smoking Ganja, pressure
I'll be that way forever, I ain't givin' no effort
Get her wetter, I feel like Bill Cosby on Molly, rockin' the sweater
Pull up, I got that chopper on me, it's a Beretta, ha
Yeah, that bitch a Beretta
I don't gotta prove shit to nobody
You can catch me fuckin' thots in your party
Fuck that shit, I am a homebody
You lookin' for your bitch? I got your ho body
Please don't tell nobody, they don't know 'bout it
I took your ho out it
I fucked her from the back and then I took her soul out her
I feel like I'm Kendrick, I'm finna lose control out here, huh, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like I'm Kendrick, I'm finna lose control out here
These niggas dirty up in the ground like a mole out here
I'm ballin' on these niggas, it feel like a  out here
I'm ballin' on these niggas, I feel like a pro out here
I'm outerspace, shout out to NASA
Chains on me, I'm not a slaver, I'm a master
Graduate with these flows, nigga, I feel like a master
A tornado or somethin', I'm a natural disaster
I walk up in your house and put your head through the plaster
I never had a father, yeah, I always been bastard
You run up, that's okay, that choppa turn you to fuckin' 
Uh-nuh, bastard, uh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh
Man, this shit easy
Damn, damn
You listen to my freestyles
You probably think I'm a misogynistic rasick, racist-ass nigga, mind racing
My mind is in three different places
I don't fuck with niggas, I'm racist
Rollin' up gas in the basement
Shakin' her ass like a Haitian, ha
Shakin' her ass, I'm impatient
I'm just tryna on the daily, all the way turnt up
 try to play me, choppa get you burnt up
I'ma ball on these hoes, nigga
You know us, there no fuss, it's 10K to show up on TNT, I blow up
Listen to the way that I spazz off the top of the dome just like a wave-cap
MAC-11 hit you where your motherfuckin' face at
While you eatin' dinner, now I got yo brains on yo placemat
Where the fuck could you place that?
He dirty as fuck, when the fuck did he say that?
I say what I want, I do what I want
I do what you don't, I do what you won't
It's off of the dome, it's off of the top
My hand on my gun, that heat on my hip, I up it like it sun
That choppa on me 'cause I'm not the one
I'm from Chicago where niggas die every day, ho
Keep a gun on you to stay safe, oh
It's a damn shame to live like that
But I'd be damned if a nigga shoot me right, uh
Uh-huh, let me catch this bitch
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm just honest, mm
I run through the night like GLaDOS, I been ballin' like a maverick
Give a fuck 'bout what you say, I'm gettin' money and I manage
I been high up in the sky, nigga, I'm outlandish
I'm Gorillas in the Mist, you such a Kung Fu Panda
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