Juice WRLD - Priceless Freestyl lyrics

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Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Yeah, brand new cars, brand new drugs
Brand new outlet, a brand new plug
Same old nigga, just a brand new us
I've been gettin' high as a bitch, so what?
50 for a hundred, uh, if I show up
100 for appearance I don't gotta show up
I remember I was broke then I blew up
Now I feel like Makonnen in
The club, go up, ayy, uh
Perky with the cup
Yoppa kinda uh uh and I feel it in my gut
Try me if you wanna, yeah, they be in the cut
Choppa kinda hungry, yeah, make
It eat you up, ayy
Xans, Robitussin, uh, couldn't get enough
Ayy
Mix it with the Tuss' then I sip it up, ayy
Now I'm high as fuck, oh
Glue stick stuck, uh pull up with the
Choppa, click-clack, buck-buck, ayy
It's my masterplan ain't no master man
Pull up on 'em, avalanche
All this icе up on my wrist
I swear it's like an avalanche
Feel likе 50 Cent like I
Said 'cause candy man
They be hating, niggas basic
You a mutt, you don't got no home training
Pull up on the scene
Lil' bro totin' stainless
He look like James Bond 007
The way he aimed it leave a nigga brainless
Leave his face up on the pavement
A Presidential hair, a Presidential Rollie
Sara Palin she was in my bed, givin' head
And I Spread her legs, do her in
I'm gon' get this cash uh, invest in a bag
You can't have, uh uh uh uh
I know that they want what I have, uh
Pull up on their ass, uh
Choppa like a mask, the way it
Pull up and it blast, uh
I don't need no mask i can't, uh, uh, uh
Time travel, yeah
I'm from the future and the past
Ballin' hard like Steve Nash
Bitch I get cash
That's a big gauge, grrah, grrah, grrah
Get back

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Uh uh uh uh uh uh turn this beat off
Somebody got a -

Real uh uh uh, real
Bitch I'm to real i'ma no
Bitch I'm too real
I said, bitch I'm too real
Don't bring your friends 'cause, bitch
I don't care pull up in a Benz and
They stop and they stare
I'm gon' get this cash, try to take it
Don't dare
I be with them guys that would kill for me
I be with them guys that would drill for me
We don't got no time for no feelings
I'm too busy countin' up my winnings
Louis V backpack, match the Louis jacket
Lost my father, I'm a rich bastard
Nigga, why bother? I'ma get the cash
And these niggas playin', catch
Up, far too ahead, yeah
You can get it
Uh got it twistin' like some dreads
I was in the kitchen whippin'
Rollin' off them meds
All these niggas snitching
Bitches tellin' to the feds
I ain't really talk about no Rainbow hair
I'm been in a sum' in a sayin' over here
Huh all these niggas snitching
Bitches telling to the feds
All these niggas snitching
Bitches telling to the feds
Nah, nah, I ain't talkin'
'bout no rainbow head, uh
Flying colors brand new Ferrari
That shit pass with flying colors
I'll shoot up the party, I'm diminished
I'm a butler lil' bitch, I'm from
Chicago, throwing bullets, jay Cutler
Remember I was servin' work like a butler
Now I got this VVS's on me, Ice road trucker
I'm a money makin' motherfucker
That mean I make money then put
Dick up in your mother
I've been ballin' like Iman Shumpert
Kobe Bryant really shootin threes
Just for comfort
And at night, time I turn into a monster
Killin' all these beats, bitch
I feel like a Jeffrey Dahmer
Give me long neck, shorty like a ostrich
Fly without trying so my
Closet like a cockpit
They try to judge, a nigga
You ain't Johnny Cocren
I promise see the problems if you run up
Get it often
I got powers like my first name Austin
Runnin' while I'm dropping bombs
Marathon in Boston
Try me, I'ma pull up to your new apartment
And kick all of the bitches out and kill you
Call me Martin
Dead homies in the blunt, spark it
I'm in the bus gettin' it bussin'
Had to Rosa Park it, ayy
Try me if you want, bitch, I'm a martian
That mean I got a laser
With a motherfuckin' target
I'ma take you out like the garbage
Then take yo' bitch out on
A date at the gardens
Try me if you want, I'm goin' hard
And that mean I'm like a rocket
I take off like a rocket don't get outta
It's pulled up uh uh, rob it
I got all that shit on voice memo, too
Like a motherfucker

I've been catchin' vibes all night
Go to Japan, it's a long flight
That nigga try to run in my house
Why me? Boy you took the wrong right
I've been ballin' hard all night
Go to Japan, nigga, that's a long flight
Go to Japan just to get some Off White
Shot at yo' mans 'cause
He wasn't comin' right
Me and CHASETHEMONEY finna chase the money
Even on them rainy days
And when the days is sunny
All these niggas broke as a joke
They be really bummy
VVS on our wrists, we used to be scummy, ayy
Now a nigga too rich like
A couple, lighters on bitch, i'm too lit
Too legit, to quit, nigga, yeah
I'm too real
Speakin' of two yesterday, I took 2 pills
Ayy fuck yo' percs, I'm poppin' on a roxy
Pull up on the scene and it's just me
On a supermoto, totin' my heat
Pop a wheely while I pop a opp nigga
Like a beat or some', bitch
I'm bound to drop niggas
I've been sippin' lean
I Speaker Knockers niggas
RIP, yeah, that's to Speaker Knockers nigga
Remember cordin' out Fort Knox nigga, ayy
Haind all over my socks nigga
Then I got rich and my knots bigger

On god
I remember trappin’ out Fort Knox nigga

Jake witcha’ own bitch we to lit
I remember cordin’ up my new shit
I been on the wave with my new shit, my bad
I been on the wave with my new shit
I’m talkin’ cruise ship
Niggas on they fake shit, like an illusion
I told you that I do dis’, you lookin’ stupid
I pull up on the scene with
My choppa it’s a uzi
Money Longer, feel like I am Uzi
Make a movie with yo’ bitch call me Clooney
Uh wit’ these tunes bitch I’m looney, ayy
Told her show me dat ass move me, haha
She ride me like a ten speed I know her
Boyfriend hatin’ on me, nigga
Filled with envy, ayy, ayy
You ain’t real take a lot of convince me
I pull up on the scene and get to
Run shit like track meets, ayy
Flex up on my ex I’m such athlete
Add the millions up I’m feelin’
Like a math geek it’s gon’ take mo’ than a
Hunnid’ to surpass me i threw a hunnid’ on a
Random bitch ass cheek, huh, huh
To real, to real, to real
To real, to real, to real, yeah
Smokin’ on this chronic got my eyes red
Kinda like the blood that he shed
I’ma put a hole in his head
Now his mom callin’ the feds
First forty eight don’t go there
When I go to Florida I got Zoe’s there
When I go back to Chicago I got Moe’s there
Bd’s and 4’s there
Pull up with that choppa, huh, shoot
Him like whoa there, uh, haha
I said, When I go back to
Chicago I got Woe’s there, gd’s
Bd’s and 4’s there, haha