Juice WRLD - Japan Freestyle lyrics

Okay, let's skate
Bad bitch finna come my way
Going ninety when I'm on the highway
Can't go high without the high,  ayy
Everyday I wake up, smoke another gram, ayy
I don't give a fuck, nor another damn, ayy
I'm smoking the kush from the Hoover Dam
Ayy i'ma let these bitches know who I am
I can make whole songs without messing up
Gotta 'fess up, I feel like I'm next up
Bad lil' bitch in the car named Vanessa
She's a flexer and a sexter, huh
Yeah, ayy, sext her and finesse her, uh
Then it's next, yeah, huh
Then it's next, yeah, uh
Bowflex from the way that shit work out
Choppa leave a nigga shaking
Like it's twerk-out, ayy, ayy
Tyson, I may knock his lights out, uh
Like I said, shawty strapped
She tryna dyke now, uh
Run up on me, talking shit
You wanna die now, uh
Choppa working kind of like a 9 to 5 now, uh
Ayy, ayy, uh, switch the flow up
Drinking Henny with the lean
Until I throw up
Almost spent 2k on a bottle of some Henny
I don't even drink that heavy, what
The fuck gotten in me, uh, yeah
Ayy, uh, ayy, toting on the semi
Hardaway when I'm ballin', these niggas
Comparing me to Penny, uh, ayy
Sparing change? Hell nah, keep
The pennies, uh, ayy
Ballin' hard, fuck a jersey, need a
Penny, yeah, ayy, huh, ayy, huh
Wasn't in me, uh
Caught a fat nigga lacking, he
Was up at Denny's, uh, ayy
He don't want smoke, but we got plenty
I'm on bullshit like Chicago, no
Benny, uh, yeah, ayy, yeah
I'm in London, gettin' it jumpin'
Run up on me, then I'm uppin' the 40, uh
Yeah it ain't nothin'
All of my niggas be making
This money, uh, yeah, no assumption
I'm gon' fuck the bank until that horny
Bitch cummin', yeah, ayy, huh, uh, ayy
Watch a nigga vomit like I said
My momma really think that I'm demonic
Mom, let's be honest
It's money in my pockets
I feel like a angel with these devil horns
Stop it you don't want no problems
Like Wayne said, cool
"What's a goon to a goblin?"
What's a god without a goddess
So I need me a goddess
Fuck being humble, shit
I'm done being modest
Nah I'm playing, all this shit a blessin'
Catch this choppa into your intestines
Mic check, one, two, testin'
Pull up on the scene, Slam! Wrestling
Me and Westwood straight flexin'
I just may drop a hundred on a necklace
I just may drop a hundred on my next bitch
Flexing on the ex bitch
Uh, I do that in private my gun a librarian
That bitch came with a silence
Yes, I'm for the violence
I still want peace though
Yes I got a girlfriend, these niggas do hoes
Pull up on the scene like
Kick shit like judo i'm the type