Juice WRLD - Mr. Freeze lyrics

808 Mafia

It was me, Ty and Freddie G
Plottin' on the green
Now I'm rich, I'm rich as a bitch
Tourin' overseas
It was me, Meek Mill in SB
Plottin' on the dream
Now we livin', visions vivid
I been gettin' to the cream
Uh, she ride me like an SRT
But her friend ride me like a Wraith
I made the bank close, when
I take my savings out
They think I'm robbin' the bank
Fuck out my face, fuck nigga, you fake
(Oh, you play with guns?) That shit cliché
Y’all know I keep dracos right
Next to my safe
Keep it there to keep money and family safe

Uh, look at me, with this music shit
I'm a God huh, Für Elise, for this shit
I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my
Talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist
Accessories on Mr freeze

Uh, your shit antifreeze, huh
Got your bitch givin' me head
That telepathy jaw
I spent forty on Chanel and Louis V
Ain't even try to do it
Silly me, you can't relate
But that's your fault
When we fuck she scream, damn
They callin' me "God"
But that isn't me, I'm not God, I need God
You can see that easily
When I mix Percs with the lean
It's when I let the Devil speak
I'm not supposed to let him speak

Uh, look at me, with this music shit
I'm a God huh, Für Elise, for this shit
I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my
Talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist
Accessories on Mr freeze
Uh, look at me, with this music shit
I'm a God huh, Für Elise, for this shit
I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my
Talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist
Accessories on Mr freeze

Bitch, Bitch i freestyle on this shit
Then freestyle in yo' bitch
If you talkin' stupid, cool
I'm finna' go and get my stick
I feel like D Wade when I shoot
That three somebody come set a pick
I told yo' bitch get on her
Knees, then pray to me, then suck my dick
She suck my kids, she swallow my
Kids, she get the gist, and get the jizz
You run up on me
I handle that choppa the same way
That I handle my bis-
Bitch, my name is Juice WRLD
I remember I was JuiceTheKidd
Death Race for Love is on the way
Finna' be a hit
I'm finna go platinum, platinum, platinum
Platinum then finna' get a bitch
I'm finna' break yo' little bitch down
Like I'm in the trap whippin' up a brick
Freestyle off the top, I don't got to write
This shit easy as shit, easy as it gets (huh)
Yeah, Bitch I don't stop
(hm) , all baguettes hold on
Let me pull out my clock
Aye, these niggas police on
Instagram showin' Glocks
Then they wonder how the fuck
They dumbass got caught (huh)
They say I sold my soul, I joined a cult
I must be doing something right
Shit Imma' boss
For all this shit I'm thanking god
You already know wassup'
Yo' bitch in the Trump Tower
Givin' a nigga shoulder rub (ha)
But fuck Trump, you would get hit wit' this
Pump sittin' in my trunk
Never gave a fuck at all nigga, you too chump
I'm too teed, it's four in the mornin'
And these niggas still can't stop me
Lil ho'
Lil Bi-, Lil Bi-, Lil Bi-, Lil Bi-, Lil Bi-
(ha) this funny as hell
I'm in Berlin nigga
It's four in the fuckin' mornin'
I'm up, I'm fuckin' up

Uh, look at me, with this music shit
I'm a God huh, Für Elise, for this shit
I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my
Talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist
Accessories on Mr freeze
Uh, look at me, with this music shit
I'm a God huh, Für Elise, for this shit
I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my
Talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist
Accessories on Mr freeze