Juice WRLD, Ski Mask the Slump God - Baby Sitter Freestyle lyrics

Black body Benz like a 8 ball
(Uh huh, Evil Twins)
I’ma run a race, like I'm RuPaul
Okay, okay, okay, I'm off percs right now
I'm dizzy
You gon’ miss me when I'm gone, yeah
You heard Drizzy
Pull up on the scene choppa finna get busy
(Busy)
I’ma get to bubblin' like a bottle of a IZZE
Ayy, I just pulled up with a new stizzy (Ayy)
Look at my Glock and it got a new muzzle
(Ayy)
I got the sauce, uh, like Drizzy (Drizzy, uh)
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, look, look, like steak sauce
Get drippy niggas talking stupid 'til they
Ass end up missing on a milk carton
With they mom calling for attention
Should’ve had your kid up
Out that fuckin’ detention
Niggas talk stupid 'til they ass get missin’
(Bitch)
Put they ass on a T-Shirt and it’s dissin’
(Bitch) i ain’t dissin’, these niggas
Yeah, they bе pimpin’
I'm Scottie fuckin’ Pippen, with
Niggas get that, likе
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, beam me up Scott'
Ten mollies in my body
I’ma bomb, suicide, rock, kamikaze
Pull up on your mom, like a rockstar, Ozzy
She gon’ ride my dick just like a Mazdi

Player gang shit
To a boss 'cause I'm too cool
Nah, bitch, I'm too bool, yeah, I
Got slimes in the room, what you gon' do?
Ayy, like VLONE, yeah, smoking in the party
Uh, VLONE, uh, yeah, camo on my body (yeah)
Uh, VLONE, uh, yeah, smoking in the party
Got the camo on my body
(Get it, get it, get it, get
It, get it, get it, get it)
Got the Revenge on my
Yeah, VLONE, uh, yeah, camo on my body, ayy
VLONE, uh, yeah, smoking in the party, ayy
(yeah) vLONE, huh, huh, camo on my body
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, body, body)
Smoking in the party, got the VLONE on my
I said, I said, camo on my body
I was probably off the molly
Got a girl, her name is Lotti, run up on me
You gon' die today (Ayy, ayy)
All my niggas getting cash, nigga
That is everyday you a rat, you a mouse
You belong in a rat race (Ayy, ayy)
I'ma fuck that bitch up in her
Face then kick her out
Probably talking to her boyfriend with my
Dick all in her mouth (Ayy, ayy)
All I know is get the cash
What the fuck they talkin' about?
Choppa make you '05 dance then walk it out
Ooh
Walk it out, bitch, walk it out (Walk it)