Juice WRLD, Chance The Rapper - Freestyle (Raincoat) lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD, Chance The Rapper - Freestyle Raincoat lyrics]
I'ma pull up, at my show
Got the dankroll with a
Pocket full of bankrolls
No chains on, not a slave, no Django
Used to hit up 87, get the call from Rambo
Swear I feel like LL Cool J
'cause a nigga can't go
And ya' a nigga is a fruit, baby
Let that mango
If he won't give you an M, baby
Let that Van Gogh juice WRLD, or no world
Need my own damn show
Remember back in the days I
Was stuck in my ways
Movin' slow motion, yeah
I had my own xan show (Uh, huh)
FN shoot all of my demons down
They can't keep me down (Baow, baow)
I was preachin' before, but they seen it
I bet they believe it now
Triple nine on my wrist
I'ma flip it to fuck
The pastor's wife somehow
Smokin' that green, sellin' that brown
Ain't walk a day in my life
I was runnin' the town
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rub off the paint like my name is Nahmir
See a real ass nigga when
I look in the mirror
Use my glizzy, a singer
Put Britney to Spears
Fiend, Fiend, fiend, fiendin' for that red
I'm so fuckin' intoxicated
Drugs all in my head (yeah)
I'm so fuckin' intoxicated
I been feelin' dead that's on the daily
I'm gettin' high so I don't
Go crazy in my head
Uh, I get the big bucks (Sheesh)
My dirt bikes all fun (Sheesh)
Say you want a war or somethin' (Sheesh)
Bringin' out all guns (Grrah, grrah)
Mac 11 is back in the backpack
Keep me my strap
Did you miss yo' flight?
I said I'ma miss my flight my phone died
Yeah I'm finished
Got the dankroll with a
Pocket full of bankrolls
No chains on, not a slave, no Django
Used to hit up 87, get the call from Rambo
Swear I feel like LL Cool J
'cause a nigga can't go
And ya' a nigga is a fruit, baby
Let that mango
If he won't give you an M, baby
Let that Van Gogh juice WRLD, or no world
Need my own damn show
Remember back in the days I
Was stuck in my ways
Movin' slow motion, yeah
I had my own xan show (Uh, huh)
FN shoot all of my demons down
They can't keep me down (Baow, baow)
I was preachin' before, but they seen it
I bet they believe it now
Triple nine on my wrist
I'ma flip it to fuck
The pastor's wife somehow
Smokin' that green, sellin' that brown
Ain't walk a day in my life
I was runnin' the town
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rub off the paint like my name is Nahmir
See a real ass nigga when
I look in the mirror
Use my glizzy, a singer
Put Britney to Spears
Fiend, Fiend, fiend, fiendin' for that red
I'm so fuckin' intoxicated
Drugs all in my head (yeah)
I'm so fuckin' intoxicated
I been feelin' dead that's on the daily
I'm gettin' high so I don't
Go crazy in my head
Uh, I get the big bucks (Sheesh)
My dirt bikes all fun (Sheesh)
Say you want a war or somethin' (Sheesh)
Bringin' out all guns (Grrah, grrah)
Mac 11 is back in the backpack
Keep me my strap
Did you miss yo' flight?
I said I'ma miss my flight my phone died
Yeah I'm finished