Juice WRLD - My Name Is (Konbini Freestyle) lyrics

Uh huh uh huh
Uh huh uh uh uh huh
My name is my name is (uh)
My name is

I say "Hi!", my name is Mr brainless
Toting on the stainless
Leave you on the pavement
My flow go brazy, that's on the daily
Its funerals for goofy hoes
I give the pussy daisies
Shaking like haiti, rock-a-bye like a baby
I'm not a Xbox, therefore you can't play me
My flow like Eminem, really it's too shady
Eminem, Wayne, and Drake damn near made me
Now I'm the next up
Yo bitch giving her neck up
I had to fuck sext her
Kick it out don't text her
I don't еven caress her
If anything I finesse her
And you know I'm bout the Scott
Drinking shit like Carreta
In the cut with beretta
At your head like beretta
My flow go forever, I don't show no effort
The way I freestyle shit
The same shit that they write
I'm piped up give you a nosebleed
You sniffing that white
I'm in that ghost like poltergeist
It's triple nine
The pastor's wife just may catch
Some of this dick tonight
Nigga, I'm feeling rich tonight
I scratch them off like a lotto quickpick
Burn them like a Jamaican with
Kush and some incense
Been the realest motherfucker ever
Since the infant
Tony Hawk when I be grinding
Nigga that's a trick tip
Try me if you want
Chopper fuck you like a thick bitch
After that I get rich
Just to fuck a thick bitch i'm so ignorant
That I feel like John Dillinger
I feel like a pilgrim
Burning down all these villages
That means you ain't shit but a native
I'm off these fucking sedatives
Feeling great
But I think I could be feeling greater
Imma try these two
I'ma mix them with those two and
See what it does do
Pull up on the scene like damn
"ain't that the same kid
From high school that said he
Was gonna make it" he actually made it
He actually famous he actually aiming at the
Stars and he's shooting
I feel like an army I'm
A sergeant I'm recruiting
What the fuck is you doing
Feel like nike nigga cause my flow
Really just do it uh
I'm clueless, nah I'm ruthless
Kinda like my car, kinda like your broad
Feeling like a star, studying abroad
I put that on god that's word to allah
Uh uh i've been going hard again
Beat you upm now it's blood on my cardigan
I feel like an ace of spades fuck
It I'ma pull this card again
Break the glass and now it's a
Bunch of fucking shards in him
I'm at the door nigga I'm barging in
I got my whole militia with
Me it's a squadron friend
I ain't really with the talking
Shit I'm over it matter fact
Imma leave him in the grave or sum'
Pop a molly in the party at the rave or sum'
These chains up on my neck I
Never been a slave for nothing
You run up that's okay I
Got this k for nothing
I'm busting, for real though
Mama kinda mad cause I was
Rolling off the pills
I said I'm trying to keep it real though
I'm trying to keep it real bro
She said you high as fuck
I said I really am for real bro
I can't feel my face but it's cool
Give a fuck about you
Give a fuck about college
Give a fuck about school
Had to drop that shit say fuck that shit
They paying back student loans while
I'm sittin back rich
World-tourin, like I told you so
You'll get cranked like you soulja ho
That choppa sing like drake
Nigga ovo and bring
You back in the old days like colonials
I write the shit out like a numeral
In my head freestyle it
I don't write it at all
In the party off the percs
I don't do no adderall you get watched like
Blood pressure cholesterol
I'm the type to knock at the
Door until you knock it off
Pull up with your bitch in the
Back having to top me off

With a top off in the drop top
With a hot thot playing hopscotch let me st
Lemme stop