Juice WRLD - Juice WRLD Hour Freestyle of Fire Over Eminem Beats lyrics

Yo, it's TimWestwoodTV, up at Capital Xtra
Got my man Juice WRLD in the building
It's time to shut down the city again
Last freestyle: epic, crazy numbers
Biggest freestyle of the year
We're about to go in
This time, nothing but Eminem beats
Understand what's about to go down:
The next hour, the world is yours
Let's do it 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 chopper sing
Brand new bitch, that's a brand new ting
Broke up with my bitch, now she my side bitch
Text me on my side-kick, 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, Aladdin
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 poolin' 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 snowglobe
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 an 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 chopper got a fever
Hand on my heater, kick it like FIFA, uh
Yeah hot like a Cheeto, fast like a cheetah
Run up, I get 'em, uh, yeah
Choppa like Jesse 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
Chopper crackin' like Pilates
I ain't ever give a fuck, motherfucker
Catch a body
I was in the cut with a bitch from Tacoma
Smoking 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 it's homework clip stickin' out like
A motherfuckin' boner this is my flow
It's not a motherfucking loaner
Only one of me
Ain't no motherfucking cloners
Ballin' on these hoes like Adrian, Adrian
Knock 'em out, lil' nigga
Like Adrien Broner, uh
Look at the way that I ball on these hoes
In the back of the club, mm, mm
I got blue faces up in my
Pockets, I'm not throwin' no dubs, mhm
Heart out my 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 subzero
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, anana, 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, run this 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 aimin', 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
Sixty 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 hustling 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 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, chopper 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 chopper
I'll shoot you and your father, put
An end to your eulogy, uh
Clip hold a hundred, kinda like a centipede
Twenty-one 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 Meagan Good bad little bitch
She gon' give me all of her cookies
Bad little bitch and she thick
Looking like Snooki
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 Little 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 battlerap
Anyone that's gon' battlerap
Come battle that
I feel like Shaquille O'Neal when I shoot
Chopper 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 motherfucker, 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?
RIP to X, RIP to Peep
RIP to Mac, RIP the beats
RIP to anybody that want beef
RIP to anybody that want beef
RIP to all the niggas died in the street
RIP to all the niggas died, rest in peace
Only thing I can't say is RIP 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 your ass a plate
I don't give a fuck
I may just fuck your 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 your bitch and she got
A real badass physique
I'ma fuck her one time while
You beatin' your 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, chopper 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 motherfucking pro run up on me
Chopper 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
RIP 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
Probably 'cause I'm rich, bitch
I feel like I'm Rick James
Run up on me, chopper hit your ass like
"Okay" black bullets hit your fuckin'
Body like Luke Cage, huh
It's a motherfuckin' 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 freestylin' that
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 chopper on my side
It's 'bout the size of a hockey
Shit, I shoot it in your
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 hit's
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 the chopper, 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
Chopper hit you and your best friend
Married to the money even though
I am the best man
She hold 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 mama 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 second
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 an AK like a Russian
I hit you in your head
Like a motherfucking concussion
I've been causing combustion
Something-ness out of nothing
Twenty-three in my Glock
I said it the last time I was on the Westwood
Twenty-three 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 a fucking bullet hole
Right up in your uncle
I got the fucking ball and
I refuse to fucking fumble
I'm confident as fuck
I'm really tired of being humble
These niggas really thinking that 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 up, hold up, hold up
Hold up
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 chopper on my hip, you run up
I'ma give you quanthro
I shoot through your Monte Carlo, uh, haha
On my shoes is your car note
You get scanned like a bar-code
Uh, uh, uh, uh

Eminem is like, "I'm cancerous
Diss, you wouldn't want to answer this
Responded back, battle rap
Wrote for Canibus" 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 an 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
Memory 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 probably get behind it and
Hit it from the back
Gotta tune in and kill shit every day, ho
Pull up on the scene, chopper 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 on the best kush
Rollin' the best gas
Pull up in a black Benz
I 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 chopper tussle for me
I promise you I'm a bully
I keep on getting money
These niggas walk it, they walk it
I told 'em 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 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 an ollie
Yeah, but I may just pop an ollie
Used to skate in the hallways every Friday
Huh, get it poppin' like an 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
A nigga 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 turned 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
Ha ha haha, 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
Chopper just like a pencil, lead
Shoot him in the head, motherfucker
A couple times, he gon' be dead
Motherfucker
Now his mom calling to the feds, motherfucker
"Look at my son laying
In the bed" motherfucker
Ran up in his crib like the repo' man
I gave his bitch wood like a Home Depot, man
Huh
Chopper 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 an 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
Motherfucker
I came to Westwood to spit some crack
Motherfucker
I came to Westwood to get it back
Motherfucker
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
Probably could fuck up on the principal
I give a fuck about the principles
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, chopper 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
To 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 don'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 hatin' it
I remember playin' this game in my basement
Sayin' I would make it
And fuckin' complainin'
Mama 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 roughneck
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 cranked 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
This is 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 promise all I'm 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 hit's and take shit's
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 backwoods
If you lookin' for me then I'm
Probably up to no good
Runnin' through your hood with
Probably 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 Bieber
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 shot
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 ripping it
Focused like Ritalin, nigga, you get it
Don't get it forget me, lil' nigga
Proactively poppin' like zit's, 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 KitKat
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
We do 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 an 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
They 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
There's blood on the leaves
I'm listenin' to Kanye and shit
It's three K for the wrist
I'm feeling like I'm André again
I get to servin' crackers
Feelin' like an 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 your 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
Michael Jackson with flow
I'm cardiac arrest this shit
RIP to the king, yeah, king of pop, shit
Run up on me, chopper 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
Chopper 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
No 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 the 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'll probably 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 like a lil' kid in my adolescence
I ain't scared of shit
I got my Smith & then 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, chopper hit you
It get a nigga licked just
Like a motherfucking 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 Akon
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 spittin' crazy shit
Run up on me, chopper 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, chopper 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 Trons 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?
Chopper 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
And I'ma sit back down
I'ma keep it chill and probably
Gonna smoke 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, huh
What you wanna do, sir?
My chopper got a special 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
Chopper 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 a 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 out and put
You 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 that
Eats around 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

Yeah, I'm finna boss up, finna gloss on 'em
Arsenal, mm-mm, arse na na
I like that, lemme see if I
Can run 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? Chopper'll hit you
Ain't talkin' steak sauce
You lookin' for you homie? He
Up in the graveyard
Chopper tear his face off, wasn't a face-off
I just shot 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 prowl 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 slave, 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 chopper turn you to fuckin' blast
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 smash on the daily
All the way turnt up
Roscoe Dash try to play me
Chopper get you burnt up
I'ma ball on these hoes, nigga
You know us, it's no fuss
It's ten K 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 your brains on your 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 chopper 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
I'm sipping codeine
I got the dirtiest of Fanta
Three hoes in my lap, lil' nigga
What you want from Santa?
You get jacked like o lanterns
Tryna fuck with the pattern
Louis V all on the pattern
Outerspace, I'm on Saturn with some niggas
That'll kill 'em for me
Kill 'em for me, kill 'em for me
I'm on Saturn with some niggas that
A kill 'em for me
Kill 'em for me, kill 'em for me
I remember dressin' being broke and bummy
Now I walk around looking like
I got some money
Try me if you wanna, this shit gon' get ugly
My chopper leave a nigga stinking
Leave him musty
Leave him swimmin' with the crabs
Now he Krusty
Chopper got a couple titties, super busty
I could really give a fuck 'bout
What you saying 'cause it's nothing
I am at your head like
A concussion with combustion
I can rap all day off the top, ideas
I am the shit, boy i am the diarrhea
I am the hardest balling like Harden
I am a starter i am a Martian
I am a Spartan
I am a squad, I do not need a squadron
I'm going hard on your mom, I'ma bomb her
Hit from the back in a Gucci bomber
That nigga funny, mm, no problem
These niggas pussy, these niggas pussy
Experienced like a vet but I
Am still a rookie i feel like I'm Sesame
Robbing them for they cookies
You run up, I hit him
That chopper leave his ass shook
Beefing on Facebook, get your face took
Shoot you in your face
Give a fuck 'bout how your face look
Stealin' faces, lil' nigga
I'm such a face crook
Try to rob me, I shoot you
You know I face crooks
Did I say face? I meant deface 'em
Turn 'em to an ape, I Bathing Ape 'em
Cooking in the kitchen while they tried
To run up on me
Now his brains all over my fucking apron
Presidential brain from your main
Sarah Palin look at all my songs playing
All on her playlist
Please don't get offended when I say this
I'm better than these other niggas
I ain't even playin'
Bad bitch came from the motherlands
I'ma prolly fuck his mama
When his mother lands
Ha, haha, yeah, yeah, yeah

Stan, bitch
"It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad"
Uh, I can tell a story with this beat
Uh huh, get headphones, hahaha
Here's a story about how I got rich
It happened all this year
I still don't know shit
It's hard to focus 'cause there's
So much goin' on
I still think about my niggas
All the ones that's gone
Its been like eight months
Since this shit started
Its been like eight months
Since this shit started
Its been like eight months
Since this shit started, yeah
Its been like eight months
Since this shit started
Me and G Money at the beginning
Choppin' it up
Talking about how much money was in the cut
Interscope on the line
They was hittin' us up
At some point, we weren't even picking it up
Now, I'm Interscope money
But I got my own money i can show some
If I went to the strip club
I could throw some
But I don't owe them bitches nothin'
I don't pay for nothin'
Life is free when you live like me
Chopper hit your ass like, damn
He can't breathe
Stevie Wonder, when I rob, he can't see
Kill him on the news, it couldn't be me
I never lack i see this shit
These niggas must have cataracts
I'm pullin' up
I'm shootin' out the Cadillac
You want smoke? Come over here
We can battle that uh, listen
I don't believe in competition
I got the drive like a
Brand new Bugatti engine
It's only me and myself
I don't need no henchmen
I'm not a God, like I said
So I'm not forgiven
I need to work on that, I need to work on it
I got a dick for a reason
I watch her twerk on it
I put in work, never save her
Don't go to church homie your run up on me
That chopper will leave you murked homie
I need to smoke a blunt, I
Haven't smoked, I just woke up
Came to Westwood and spit facts uh
My choppa on me, like what's up
It's showing
No love, it talk to her screaming
"Get back!" uh
These niggas ain't shit but a
Bunch of bad jokes
Popsicle ass niggas like did you get that, uh
My choppa so damn horny
It'll fuck anybody thats gon' get clapped
Uh, listen i feel like the best
I put they ass into submission like I said
I never got no motherfuckin' competition
I'm in it to win it
That choppa on me it's killin'
I feel like Bruce Willis
I feel like Bruce Bannis
I feel like Michael Jordan
Going nuts like Planters off the top
Clip hanging out the gun, no banana
Scope up on the rifle
I can see yo ass hatin' nigga
I can see yo ass hatin'
You still rocking Trues
Boy yo goofy ass basic
I'on give a fuck about shit
That's all I'm sayin'
I'ma dye my hair like I said, I'ma Saiyan
I'ma say it, don't spray it, spray it
Don't say it talk my shit then leave him
Layin' on the pavement
Fuck yo bitch then act like I didn't do it
She may tell ya, that's not my fault
But it's all good 'cause mumbling
I wanna make a real song outta
This beat I ain't gon' lie

Okay, yeah, yeah ghost like Danny Phantom
I'm in that ghost like Danny Phantom
Young rich and handsome i gotta handgun
Took yo bitch, didn't ask for ransom
Pull up on me, kill him out the random
Brand new gun, that shit is a scandal, yeah
Hit your soup can Campbell's, uh
My flow, you can't handle, uh
My flow, you can't handle
Treat your brain like eggs and scramble it
Uh i feel like Tim Hardaway in the
Fourth, the way I handle it, yeah
I feel like Tim Westwood, in the
Fourth, the way I'm sayin' shit, uh
The way I talk my shit, uh
I hop up out my seat, uh
And start to walk my shit, uh
I told them watch they feet like footwork
Choppa make a nigga foot work
Hit you in yo' face, yo' face hurt nigga
Hit you in yo' face, yo' face hurt nigga
Run up on me, you get burnt nigga
Bought my momma a new purse nigga
Burkin, hell yeah I been workin'
Yo' bitch on my dick, you
Know that she twerkin', uh
Turned to a whole different person
I'm off the perkys, this shit be workin'
Uh sick of my ex, she all on
My Instagram, she fuckin' lurkin', uh
I don't got time for it, uh
I'm rockin' Tom Ford, uh
I'm in the black Porsche, uh
I'm in the four door, uh
Fuckin' on four whores, uh, uh
Flip 'em on a mattress, parkour, uh
Ride my dick just like Aladdin carpet, uh
Outer space, I'm up on Saturn, star shit
Switch the flow up
In the 'Rari I'm doin' doughnuts
Hold up, where the money at? yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah what's the hold up?
All the weed, I'ma roll up
All these police patrollin'
I'on really got time for them
Got a magnum on me ain't talkin' Trojan
Nigga I'm gon' live in the moment
Bullets come in 3 like Jonas
And my gun sing like Jonas
Count it up, commas, exponents
I don't really give a fuck, you know it
Bad bitch on my dick, she goin'
Hell yeah, she love the cocaine
Bobby Brown, she get to snowin' uh huh
Uh huh bitch I'm lit, just like Bic
Even sound cold when I say basic shit
Don't give no fuck, that's about shit
Look at me nigga, what do I look like?
Rich, that's not even my name
They don't even know my name
It's just Juice WRLD to the game
Pull up on me okay
Choppa take yo' life like a chain
I feel like I'm Prince sippin'
On this purple rain and you look like a
Bitch, ha, throwin' shade, hahaha
Yeah, I say i feel like I'm Prince pourin'
Up this purple rain
And you look like a bitch
Over there throwin' shade uh, listen
Don't give a fuck about niggas
Or bitches you trippin'
Fuck with yo' feelings
Every day I count the money
I stack it and flip it
I get the winnings, lottery winnings, I
Get the winnings, lottery winnings
I get the winnings
I'm finna vibe on a bitch
I'm getting high with yo' bitch
She gon' kiss my other friend
She goin' bi' for this shit
Fuck her one time, then it's goodbye
Ball prime time on a bitch
Hell yeah, NBA 2K maybe live in the bitch
Hell yeah
I'm on Instagram live with yo' ho, uh
She showin' me titties, took a
Screenshot then I gotta go, uh
She came over to my hotel room
And you know I score, uh, uh
Now that lil' bitch is my whore, uh
I got bro over there in the
Corner tweakin' off my shit, uh
Choppa like a plumber, leave you
Leakin' when it hit, uh
With the offense but I'm still
With defense in this bitch, uh
Stevie Wonder, even he didn't see
This shit, ha, ayy, haa
I'm funny as hell, haha
I just be tryna catch vibes on beats
That shit funny
They be comin' out cold sometimes, hahaha
I'on even know what writin' is
I ain't write in a long time
I done checked my rollie at
The fucking wrong time
Niggas say they can ball like this
Them niggas offsides
All my niggas wavy as fuck
Nigga we get high tide
Lookin' at me like look at his eyes
That nigga too high
Lookin' at me like look at his wings
That nigga too fly
That nigga eatin' so damn good
Ain't talkin' Five Guys
All these niggas pussy, huh?
They must have 9 lives
All my niggas Mormon, huh
They must have 9 wives
Pull up with that choppa, uh
That bitch take yo' life
Pull up to your hotel room
Then I take yo' wife
Take her to my hotel room
It's gon' be a long night
In that ghost like poltergeist
Triple 9 all on my wrist
I could fuck the pastor's wife
I don't have no father bitch
Always been a bastard right
Always been a bastard right
I'ma rich ass bastard right
You a bitch ass bastard right huh
All these niggas have to write
I'on have to write
All these niggas have to write
I'm fresh to death, I got
This Louis from the afterlife, uh
Your bitch suck on my dick
She got a lil' overbite
Take her to the dentist
Prolly get her cleaned up
I bust all up in her system
And if she get pregnant from that
That's gon' be part of yo' children huh
I'm investin'
I spent 2 million on buildings, uh
I'm, huh, huh in her intestines
Feel like the bestest
Bitch my flow deadly, no asbestos, uh
Woof, huh teach his ass a lesson, hahaha
Gon' teach his ass a lesson
I done made like 6 songs in here
I ain't gon' reference none of
That shit though, right, might as well
Dance for the rest of it, haha
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
One more thing though lemme talk my shit
Lemme fuck yo' bitch
I'ma go get rich on they ass
Run up on me, that choppa hit
You and leave your ass prehistoric, the past
All I know is count grips, stack chips
All that nigga I'm in love with the cash
I ain't talkin' about Burkin
And Gucci, and Louis
But bitch I'm in my bag
I had to get serious for a fecond hmm
Serious for a second, hmm
Paul Walker in the 'Rari I feel like
Fast & Furious for a second, uh
Slap yo bitch up, that lil'
Bitch delirious for a second, uh
Monkey ass nigga, you look like George
Too curious for a second, uh
Fuck that bitch when I'm in it
I'on give no fuck about no competition
Pull up on the team, my choppa hit him
He gon' need a doctor nigga
My gun sing, haha
Gun sing like an opera, nigga, yeah, yeah
Yeah niggas fake, they deserve an Oscar
Nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Haa, pipe up, pipe up, bitch, ha ha ha