Juice WRLD - Hotel Freestyle lyrics

I say nigga, where you at?
I say nigga, where you at?
Say you wanna meet, be on the map
Pull up with the strap
Standin' with the guys ’cause the
Nina on my lap
Smokin', I've been gettin’ high
Shootin' niggas like it's craps
Used to shoot craps want some spare change
Now I'm ballin' out like I'm
At a baseball game ksubi with the jean
I remember it was Balmains and
Robins with the wings
I'ma shoot with the chopper, nigga
You know I'm a king chris recording this
I’m freestylin’ on the scene
Freddy Krueger with that ruger
Catch a nigga in his dreams
These niggas think I'm lackin’ just
Because I'm sippin' lean
I ain't lackin’ 'cause my brother got
The choppa with the beam
He gon' pull up on yo' ass and
Put yo' ass on a dream
I'ma put you on a shirt
R kelly with yo' bitch 'cause
I always wanna flirt
Boy yo' girl is like a sprinkler
'cause she always known to squirt
All the guys hit, that was on some sad shit
Treat it like a T-Mobile phone
Cause she a Sidekick
Never gave a fuck about these hoes
That's what I did
Pull up on yo' scene with the pole
Guess what I did i'ma put the bullet right
Between the nigga eyelids
I'ma get it poppin' like
Proactive in this bitch
All these niggas fake
They be actin' and shit
I remember they was pourin' fake
Actin' and shit
They was pourin' fake Act when
I had the real Act'
And this is real Act', boy, this ain't no
I remember sellin' fake xans
Up in the school all the white people like
Who the fuck is this dude?
Somebody knocked on the door? Alright, bet
She finna get the food
I'm still finna murder shit
Freestyle off the top
These niggas never even heard of this
Ball like Julius Erving
I don't sip no Burbon
I'm blowin' up like a
Nigga wearin' a turban
I get cash all day, best believe
Tell all the opp niggas to rest in piss
Tell all of my guys to rest in peace
And tell the police that they'll
Ain't ever arresting me
I already did my time for
The crimes that I committed
Now a nigga rich
I just gotta focus on millions
I'm tryna have me a mansion, a family
A couple children
I remember when I was just a broke civilian
I remember when my bro
Was sellin' brown shit
Had the whole block around
The corner lined up i remember opps tried to
Come into the stashbox
Foenem had the Glock and left 'em locked up
That's real shit, no lies, bro
'Cause when I freestyle, shit
I can't make up
It's too real, all the shit that I say, bruh
My beats beats on Beats like Dr j does
I mean Dr dre, my fault, I messed up
I mean, come on, a nigga gotta fess up
Right now I'm not worried
'bout bein' next-up
Yo' girl gon' give me everything
From the neck up i just want the mouth
But I still go down like
I'm runnin' with the south
40 goin' crazy, you know what I'm 'bout
Pull up on the scene, gun start to pounding
Fuck my surroundings
Not aware of my surroundings
I'm high but I'm a dog, so I'm barkin'
I'm houndin'
I smoke 'til my eyes bleed, remember when
I was hidin' it from my mom, visine
Remember when niggas was, ooh
I gotta catch that bitch again
I was tryna eat, hold on
I'ma do one more

I say, sittin' in the Rolls
Ballin' like I'm Derek
Niggas talkin' stupid
Pull up get embarrassed
I heard you got a life
So why wouldn't you cherish?
You playin' with this fire, you burned
You in some pain
Man, I ain't lying, I ain't have no parents
Yeah, my mom was there
But my dad was somewhere doin' damage
Sippin' on the alcohol, coke up in his nose
Rock up in his pipe
Then he had me, I was fucked up for life
But, I have musical talent
These niggas faker than that wrist thing
Power the balance
They voted for me like Obama
I'm still on the ballet
Choppa is a librarian
'cause it came with the silence
Why they wanna group us
'cause they say that we violence
Well, it's true, I can't lie
All my niggas be wildin'
And you know they tell me to
Chill because I'm gettin' this bag
But sometimes bein' on the block
Making the cash my momma like damn
"Where the fuck was you at?
Did what I did to get you out the hood
You still goin' back" i can't help it
My niggas had me down for my life
They was there to beat the cops when
They was tryna read me my rights
They was there to run from 12 with me
All day and night
So I could never give up on them
They're my brothers for life
And if you lookin' for your bitch
They puttin' dick in your
Type that got so much money
It's a sex appeal
I'm Terry Crews without the muscles
I could flex for real
She ain't even suck your dick, she
Gave me the neck for real, man

Haha, hahaha, hol' on and this beat, naw
This beat rawer than all the
Ones I just played though
This shit finna fuck y'all head up
I used to live my life to this song
Y'all finna see
I used to live my life to this shit
I swear to god
I was fuckin' with Gucci when
He wasn't even on shit
Like I was young as hell, too, and I was like
You, 'cause we the same age
So like, I was probably like second grade
First gra
Probably first, second, third grade
When I heard Gucci
I was listening to it ever since then
This shit look too rich for me
It's so good, the strawberries are
So good, just eat it, it's so good
Yeah, hold on

Alright, I say, ay
I say, I be off a tesla, bitch
You know I fuck with ecstasy
All these bitch wanna have sex
They say they need my extra seed
They try to lay next to me, texting me
Sexting me talking about how they gon'
Change my life, huh, how they flex to me
These hoes really ain't shit though
I'ma shoot a nigga out the window
I ain't talking about Steve Urkel
But all these niggas Winslow, ayy
I put the combination into the G-Code
You fuck with me, then you fuck with them
They'll stitch you up like Lilo
I don't really got no time for it
I just got Tom Ford
I feel like Rondo in the paint
I'ma drop a dime on it
I'm like a Rollie in the sun
The way I shine on it
Tony Hawk the way I get this
Money, I'm on my grind, homie
I've been freestyling ever since I
Was a little kid
Been poppin' pills since a little kid
Like I'm Little Bill
I get the cash everyday
You know I be stackin' bills
So I'm up in Beverley
Hills, Actavis comin' in
Crackin' the seal
I fuck with the Wokhardt, too
I feel like the KKK
Sometimes I wanna kill a nigga with a noose
I pull up on him with the tool
I'm Handy Manny with the tool
I'm really dandy with the tool
So dandy I ain't even make the news
It's mad
I seen a nigga get his brains blown out
Right in front of my face
And ever since that day
I be gettin' high tryna think straight
I really never felt the same, that's okay
I'ma make a wave see, all my niggas eating
Good, don't believe me
Look at every nigga plate that's with me
Place that's with me
If you want smoke, I am fire
I'ma just load that semi
They say, "Don't shoot, you gon'
Throw away your career, that's stupid"
I say, "I know, but I wanna give
Some arrows to niggas, no homo, no Cupid"
I pull up on the scene, like shoot it
Like Waka, O Let's Do It
Beat 'em so hard, just shot
Him in the stomach
Start shitting out body fluids
Now he got his shit back in the hospital
Praying for his mom 'cause she not with him
All of my niggas get cash
Get in the way then we have to drop niggas
Just like the beat or some'
Ball out like The Heat or some'
Catch you in the streets
You want beef or some'?
That choppa gon' eat or some'
Since you want beef
All of my nigga's pockets
Fat, like Rick Ross, my shit obese
All these niggas talking that shit
They didn't even know I was from over east
Thinking that it's sweet, none of these

Ooh i almost just had that shit on lock
I almost just rapped that whole beat