Juice WRLD - 25 Minute Freestyle lyrics

We are, uh i like that

My enemies are startin' to become
Fake friends of me
They see me on the rise and start
To think that they aren't mine
Allow me to chime in
This Watch upon my wrist it's perfect timing
She wonder why I fuck and I don't like it
I gotta pass the time on some grime shit
Yeah, uh, I'm on top of
The world, I'm on top, i told
Yo' girl get on top of the WRLD, get on top
By world I mean Juice WRLD
Your girl is in my world, your
Girl is now Juice Girl
Your girl is now Juice Girl
Well, that's the way that I move
I guess everyday I'm kinda getting
Caught in the groove
I pop a perc, maybe two


Stay on my ones and my twos
I lost my brother to tools
So I'm gon' keep me a tool
That's on my life, that's on your wife
I put my dick upon her twice
I bust upon on her then
I ghost, I'm peek-a boo, the poltergeist
Triple nine upon my wrist, I flip
The fuck the pastors wife, yeah
Then I pull up and do it in the afterlife
Like how you like me now
Niggas want beef, I cock it back holy cow
Man I'm promptly shoot you head
Hate the sound of it, the cows
'Dem bitches is loud
The type to move a whole fuckin' crowd
Where I'm from, we don't make it past 21
But where I'm from 15 year
Old's own like 20 guns
See, statistics say we don't
Make it past twenty-sum
Well, I'm growin' up, I'm blowin' up
Been glowin'
Up, been showing out, and showing up
They know it's us
I wasn't supposed to see this money
That me and G-Money touch
In the Trump Tower
Racist bitches giving me shoulder rubs
And they hate this shit, just off
Of If I can't have you
I'm gon' replace your shit
That's Lucid Dreams, I get Lucid Green
If she find
Me then there really ain't no losing me
Cause
When she see her eyes on every single fucking
TV screen, you see me, you see me
In your Lucid Dreams
The shadows in your rooms, I do
What I do, try me, they'll find you
In the down of a bayou, drive right by you
And serve you heat like you
At a drive through
I got Rock, I got Soul, I got
Pills, I got hoes, I got bicks, i got flows
I got gangs, I got zoels, I got all that
You need, hit my phone, that's a trap
Cause the studio is where I
Be cookin' all my crack
G-Money hit me, he said
Let's get this money, where you at
We pull up private jet style then
We land on your map and if it smoke
Then best believe you'll get
Popped like a flat what cork at
G-Money I think I need me a flat
Squeak told me that the perc's is on the way
On tour fucking bitches we was getting paid
And DC a couple hoes was gettin' slayed
Fuck them once
Then we sent them on their way
I'm not bogus
I'm just caught up in my ways
Hocus-Pocus with my life
I may just disappear for days
I'm in a daze, I feel amazin', this
Shit is cray' for all the reds
This shit is braze
Get out my way if you don't
Plan to make a payment
Catch me layin' on the
Pavement just chillin'
Caught up in my motherfuckin' feelings
They say Juice "Why you
Always in your feelings?" i'm not
But this shit lead to
My fuckin' lottery winnings
See, niggas got a play to make a million
To get the shit I got
But put my name upon a deal and me
I'd rather have a fucking house
Up in the hills then be buried six feet
For gang affiliation steal

Ooh, we finna turn on the
Beat up in this shit, ah c'mon
The way he be makin' shit
That be tweakin' me out
Piano chords was hard wasn't it
You know what this drum
Kick sound like already?
Some fuckin' Frank Ocean shit
The drum kit sound like some
Frank Ocean shit
Slower, a little slower? Mhm perfect

To hell we fall
I come right back and, we have a ball
I found my one, two, I'll give her all
I'll ball til I fall, I'll ball
Ay G-Money, Roll them Backwoods
We rollin' backwoods there was a packwoods
They givin' smoke too, I never gave a fuck
I never gave a fuck
Until they call me Young Shud
My name ain't mega shit
But I was up to too good
Nah, up to no good, If I go broke
Then me and
G-Money takin' yo goods, and that's
On yo' hood, nah, that's on our hood
Emo rap kid still too hood, AP on my
Wrist, I'm feelin' like the man again
Walk across the sky feelin' like I'm Anakin
They be dodging bullets feelin'
Like they plannequin gucci, Versace
And Burberry on my flannels kid
They wonder why I wasn't on the cyphers
Cause' I was geeked up
Off the perc's actin' hyper
Makin' shit drop like a baby
In a diaper, heh, yeah
Armed And Dangerous, hit billboards
My other song gon' billboard
The spot I got niggas will get
Up and kill for it, i'ma killboy
For real, for real boy, long
Dick like Pinocchio nose, i'ma real boy
That's how it feel boy, I
Reach for the pill boys, i'ma sick dog
G-Money say hemorrhoids, I flex
Up on these hoes, juice WRLD steroids
Lookin' at us like you ain't
Heard of dem' boys
I grew up in the Burbs then the City too
But you ain't from the city
Not no city fool
People say my city super pityful
Cause we killin' niggas over
Some shitty tools
What you gon' do with that high point
Backwoods, you ain't smokin' my joints
Backwoods, we ain't smokin' no joints
Backwoods, we be rollin' fat doinks
I remember when G-Money signed me
I'm thinkin' in my head
Like how the fuck this nigga find me
Now these bitches come in two, Siamese
Oh, yeah they tried to find me
They on my line tryna' blow a nigga do-o-wn
Askin' me when I'm comin' to their to-o-wn
I told em' I don't fuck
Around with fuck arounds
I pass em' to G-Money and Chris
And they take em' do-o-wn
Hop up in em' panties like it's Hop-Scotch
I'm gon leave my kitties on her crop-top
I told her keep the pussy, I just want top
She keep on tryin throw the kids, the twat
Stop
And you know I was ballin' with my dudes
Watch
A bunch of bad kids with some boondocks
My brother had the pack in his tool socks
The shit that gave your auntie the jaw lock
Let me talk my shit, let me walk my shit
Let me smoke my spliff
Let me spit this crack
Let me sip this uh, let me sip this sip
Let me fuck yo' bitch

Uh, uh, uh, woah woah, yeah, yeah, uh huh
That shit sound hard right there
This shit is fucking wacky old machine
My old keyboard used to do that shit, woah
Woah switch it up, c'mon, Frank Ocean vibes
Exactly what I said
This sound like some Frank Ocean shit
Which I love oof, it do though

Drivin' in Forces
I can't help but enforce it
I remember broke, I couldn't even
Afford a pair all-white, g-Fazo Air Forces
Now my view is gorgeous, big house
Think I need a fuckin' florist
Yeah, she adorable
I'ma explore a bitch like Dora
Caught up in my feelings
My feelings concealing
Realest in the building
You gotta be kiddin'
You should hide your wives, your kids
Your children
We gon' come for all, we take it
We villians
Sicker than a dog, I need penicillin
Yo' lil bitch a hog, she suck on my feelings
Yeah she do it all, she tryna' hit the mall
But I don't hit the mall
I'm not a regular guy, my fault
I give all my thanks to god
Yeah I give that to Allah
I been going way too hard
I put down the Xanny Bars
Percocet's got me too far
They have never steered me wrong
So I'm going to take them strong
G-Money said leave the lean alone
But I can't leave that lean alone
No we can't leave that lean alone
See, I live in some styrofoam
I call that shit my second home
I call that shit my second home
I call that shit my second home
G-Money told me never rip the chrome
Just leave that shit to my east side bros
Leave that shit to my east side bros
Leave that shit to my east side bros
Thanks to Young Thug, I got a few more zoes
Thanks to Drake, guess I got a few more woes
Runnin' through the six
Throwing straight elbows
No Adidas, but I give a nigga shell toes
My flow the type to fuck a nigga head up
Fuck a face, I'm finna fuck up her make up
I spit a couple shit's a nigga cannot make up
They can't say guns
You gettin' out of here
I gotta' handshake yuh
I see you later, make a million
I'm back to the millions
Realest in the building, he finna go home
And he-
I'm oxic, I'm acid, affin, rapping eh
Watch this i say, I'm massively rapping
I'm massive the
Fact that these bastards can't manage
I promise you gon' need more than
A bandage, I promise the proceed
I had yo' momma coked up like a nosebleed
I flow, so cold, I shine
Through all the dark
And you know it's just me
Numero, numero uno, I'm testing, yo girl
My dick is in her intestines
My flow is better than better
She wetter than wetter
I may just get her wetter forever
Then buy her a sweater
Only put in half of the
Effort these niggas together
I still fuck all these niggas up
And they all together
I don't need no team but I
Got a gang behind me
I'm gon' run this shit
I feel like it is an army
I'm gon run it, I run it
I run it like a track-meet
I'm flexing and countin' they
Call me the athlete, math geek
Uh, my flow is intricate
Too close like it's intimate killin' em'
I'ma pull up to the Lamborghini dealership
Niggas don't even know who they
Fuck they fuckin dealin' with
My team is the mob
I feel like John Dillinger
No limit, we got no limit's
That's a clean sprite
Then pour a four in it
Uh, yeah, pull up, my window
Too tinted, Serena Williams
I serve it like tennis
I fell off beat, then pick this shit back up
If I go broke that mean
G-Money servin' crack up
I burn down your tabernacle ooh
I feel like the
Sack, you gon need a tackle ooh, yeah, yeah

Bring it up lil bit louder yeah, uh, uh
It's funny how the simple beats be
The ea- like, be hard
Like the spaz on them, It's
Like a cypher ass beat, like

She told me I save her life
I'm gon' give her all my time
Lucid Dreams then lead a blind
That song made me most of mine
Millions in the bank account
Then more up in the safe
You talkin' down to me
Then I'ma show up to your place
I promise you for real
I've never been a fake
I'm eatin super good
I think I need another plate
I'm jumpin', these niggas got No Jumper
Shout out to No Jumper
That choppa is still dumping
You run up and steal nothing
There's 23 in that, I'm feelin
Like I'm jump man, jump man
Ju-jump man
Nikes on my feet like Mac Miller
Rest In Peace to him
Fuck Love like X, Rest In Peace to him
Goddamn I'm in a Bentley Truck
Like Peep and them
By the way I'm screaming Rest In
Peace to Peep and them
The best SoundCloud rapper to do it
It's not SoundCloud
This is real life, and you
Dealin' with a bloodhound
I don't smoke loud, I smoke niggas buckloud
I'm doper than all of them
Dope dealers you know now
I'm doper than dope dealers
You will get disfigured, and wash
Like a nanny when she washing the dish nigga
Ballin' I swish nigga
I never switch nigga, I feel
Like a bad parent, give me the switch nigga
I'm the type to ball out
You know what it is nigga
It's molly in my cup
Shout out to Lil Bill nigga
I'ma ball hard, I put that on my kids nigga
We Repo man
We pull up straight to your crib nigga
Uh, straight to your crib
Straight to your crib
We, uh pull up straight to your crib
Passionately early
Won't show up late to your crib
AP Two Tone on my wrist nigga
You know what it is
I could rap, I could sing, I could trap
I could kick i could shoot, I could fuck
I could bust on a bitch in
The back of the truck while
She suck on my dick, ah
Confident than a bitch
I'm confident than a bitch
I'm confident than a bitch
That's a problem to these niggas who
Know that I'm the shit
I should start singing or something
Bells start ringing or something
And we gon' smash a pumpkin
Smash it while I listen to Smashing Pumpkins
It ain't nothin' but combustion
I'm aiming at your head like concussion
Momma like "Why you keep cussing?"
Ma, cause I don't give
A fucking about nothing
The young rich, dumb rich, I'm a smart guy
But I'm dumb rich
On that dumb shit, how fast can
I make the bitch cum, shit
Run up on me then I shoot, it ain't nothing
The girl say she got a muffin in the oven
She told me that I help make the stuffing
I only bust in the bitch with a substance
Heh i heard your girl having my kid
Well that's your kid, good luck how you live
Give a fuck how you feel, that's how I feel
Lil sis' just walked in this bi-i-tch
I been gettin' cash everyday I'm ri-i-ch
Money on my wrist, it cost your re-e-nt
I just lost my brother to some whole mob shit
Tryna kill all them niggas, on some god shit
I feel like a god, fuck it, I'm a goblin
Batman with this shit cause I'm Robin
Me and Andrew making beats, we can knock it
Run up on choppa on me, it'll pop ya
I'm at we get real big, we get real rich
I don't give shit's, I just take shit's
I'ma earthquake, how I shake shit
I'm an addict, but I'm serving the basement
Choppa leave a nigga shakin' like a Haitian
I don't give a fuck what a nigga sayin'
On the ground, where a fuck nigga layin'
Uh huh, uh huh, - uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh

I'm an animal really, I'm such a cannibal
I, put a bullet in your soup can
No Campbell's my flow you can't handle
Nigga you get scrambled
Nigga I disable and connect like cable
I never kill my brother, I'm not Kane
No Abel
These niggas fake as fuck, telling lies
They fables try me if you wanna
You can smell like marijuana
Put that on my momma, presidential like Obama
Started from the bottom
Nigga it ain't nothin'
Look at all this shit that I
Be freestylin' and you jottin
All them fake murders you be
Plottin', nigga you a bitch
You ain't talkin bout' nothin'
Niggas ain't on shit, if they try me
Then they busting
They just killed my brother
Rest In Peace to lil brodie
And if you try me, that's okay
I swear that it's over
You would get smoked, I ain't sober
Uh, perc' pop, make her twerk, stop
Got that bitch twisted like my dreadlocks
John Cena with the hook and the headlock
Feel like Flintstone
I can make your bed rock
JFK with the choppa, that's a headshot
Too soon, hell nah, fuck the shit bruh
Whole time I told you that I am a rich bruh
Ignorant than a bitch bruh
I never gave a shit bruh
All that shit I spit, freestyle
I ain't writ' shit
I'm richer than a rich bitch
I'm richer than a white bitch
And I go harder than a dyke bitch, ha
Don't try it, if you try me
You niggas'll end up dying
2012 up in this choppa
I end you just like the Mayans
Tell a nigga-, wait, let me rephrase that
I say, tell me a nigga you think
That could fuck with me
I won't have my gun on me luckily
But it's like Velcro
This shit stuck with me
Money stick in my pockets like a snuggy
It's comfortably
Uh, yo bitch wanna come and eat lunch with me
That pussy like breakfast
I'll put the Cinnamon Toast Crunch-
Ooh I go, Pussy like breakfast
Hold on I gotta catch that shit
Yo bitch wanna come and eat lunch with me
Her pussy breakfast
I'ma Cinnamon Toast Crunch for free
Second ounce to eat, fuckin' with my team
I was mixin' perky with
The motherfuckin' lean
I'm like conversion, you can't fuck with me
These niggas funny they just
Chris Tuckin' me, uh
He wanna serve percs you better buckle in me
Uh choppa on me like a sip of the lean, uh
I'ma shit up on these haters
And these goofy ass niggas
Think they ballin' like they Lakers
Try me if you wanna
Boy I swear it ain't nothin'
We uh get it bustin, we uh get it bustin
Aimin' at your head like
A nigga caught concussions
You try-, hold on, hold on, hold on
I'm back in, bound to get it crackin'
Tryna find a baddie, hit it from the back end
Choppa on my hip
I shoot it like it's Afghan'
Shoot him in his face
That was that niggas last chance
That's the last stand, do what I can
I do what I want and you do what you can
Choppa like a long nose like a bird toucan
Huh green eggs serve like Sam-IAm
Throw a nigga body in a trash can
Take yo' bitch out at the same time
I'm the trash man
Hell yeah nigga, I'm the trash man
She say she ain't lookin' for
I'm her last man
Shorty gon' go gay for the night
I put that on my life
Then put my dick on her twice
You can try if you want
We gon' be posted at the front
With a gun and a blunt, aim
This shit at your life, uh
You be iffy uh, what's tha-
How the lyric go?
Got the sticky tucked, niggas iffy uh
Juice got the sticky tucked
Try me if you want
It's gon' be another one
I'm the definition of a-, keep it going
You know, huh uh get your bodies up
Bill Cosby in the party got my molly's up
We ran a train up on your lil Barbie
She got charlied up

We ran a train upon your lil Barbie
She got trollied up
I feel like Tony Hawk when I be skating
You can't ollie us
These bitches trip on like Twitter
You just wanna follow us
Ay, my dick a fool, she gon' swallow up
Say he want war with a gun tip, hollow up
Halloween mask on my face
Nigga trick-or-treat
Take yo' bitch out to eat
And she suck the dick for free
I ain't even pay for the
Bitch food nigga, ignorant
19 young and rude nigga
Five seconds from dropping out
Of school nigga cheated on a test
Teacher said that they was cool with it
A couple blunts and a city
Said they bool with it
I shit up on these niggas, they some fu-

They say that I'm not like them
Well I'm not
My mom had asked if I get high
I do that a lot i'm proud of what I do
It's oxy in my vitals
Right hand on the rifle
Left hand on the bible
What should I read, I'm getting indecisive
Yo' girl could have everything but a title
She say she want my music on Tidal, mhm
She say she want me to be
The one she confide to
Well, I admit I kinda like you
But I don't think my wifey would
Like If I wifed you
So I'm gon' Yachty that
Yeah I'm gon' One Night you
To be honest, I don't think you my type boo
But, hey that's what the Xans do
I ain't wanna fuck you, I mean
I didn't plan to
But things change, my life rearranged
We in the same book
But bitch I'm on a different page
It's an outrage, that I'm too paid
It's an outrage, that the industry two faced
That's okay cause I got something
For that two face
An ACE Car and a sad boy, blueface
This that new Kurk and that old Wayne
This that new perc', that new cocaine
She told me she do cocaine
Asked me If I wanna try it
I responded no way
I'm kinda skeptical about that nose play
My pockets fat as fuck, they Ricky Rozay
In other words
It look like I just had seconds at Wings Stop
The crack I cook could make
Your auntie jaw lock
Oooh, I'm trapped in my sorrows
Do you have some lyrics I could borrow
That's you, always stealing flows
Shaquelio O'Neil in the fourth, I
Was throwin' all the bowls, oh
Perc's R Us, That's what's up
Never gave a fuck
My enemies are like virginity
They give it up
Hands in the sky, reach as high as you can
The jig is up
I ain't never fall for the same tricks
I told her tricks are for kids
JuiceTheKidd bitch
I ain't never fall for the same tricks
I told her tricks are for kids
JuiceTheKidd bitch
And you a trick, but I won't pay for shit
I never pay for shit
But I always play to win
My momma ask everyday when I
Wake up do I sin?
I think about the percs I did
As soon as my eyelids open whoo
That shit hard