Juice WRLD Hour Freestyle of Fire Over Eminem Beats

[Intro] It's live? Already? Cool, uh-huh I'm back on Westwood, bitch Huh [Verse 1] Freestyle king, I'ma do my thing Married to the game, I'ma need a ring Run up on me, that choppa 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, Aladin 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 pullin' 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 snow-globe 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 a 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 choppa got a fever Hand on my heater, kick it like FIFA, uh, yeah Hot like a Cheetoh, fast like a cheetah Run up, I get 'em, uh, yeah Choppa like Jessie 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, choppa crackin' like Pilates I ain't ever give a fuck, motherfuck, catch a body I was in the cut with a bitch from Tacoma Smokin' 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 homework Clip stickin' out like a motherfuckin' boner This is my flow, it's not a motherfuckin' loaner Only one of me, ain't no motherfuckin' cloners Ballin' on these hoes like Adrian, Adrian Knock 'em out, lil' nigga, like Adrian Broner, uh Look at the way that I ball on these hoes In the back of the cut, mm, mm I got blue faces up in my pockets, I'm not throwin' no dubs, mhm Heart out 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 sub-zero 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 My shoes, they cost your car note I am not tryna brag, but you know I got the quatros The pesos, I don't know, nn-nana, hahaha Uh-huh, uh-huh [Verse 2] 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, runnin' 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 [Verse 3] 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 aiming, 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 60 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 hustlin' 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'm 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, choppa 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 choppa I'll shoot you and your father, put an end to your eulogy Uh, clip hold a hundred, count it like a centipede 21 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 [Verse 4] 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 Meghan Goodie Bad little bitch, she gon' give me all her cookies Bad little bitch and she thick, looking like Snookie 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 Lil 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 battle rap Anyone that's gon' battle rap, come battle that I feel like Shaquille O'Neal when I shoot Choppa 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 mothafucker, 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? R.I.P. to X, R.I.P. to Peep R.I.P. to Mac, R.I.P. the beats R.I.P. to anybody that want beef R.I.P. to anybody that want beef R.I.P. to all the niggas died in the street R.I.P. to all the nigga died, rest in peace Only thing I can't say is R.I.P. 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 yo ass a plate I'on't give a fuck, I might just fuck yo 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 yo bitch and she got a real badass physique I'ma fuck her one time, while you beatin' yo meat Haha, hahaha [Verse 5] 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, choppa 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 mothafuckin' pro Run up on me, choppa 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 R.I.P. 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 Prolly 'cause I'm rich, bitch I feel like I'm Rick James Run up on me choppa hit yo ass like, "Okay" Black bullets hit your fuckin' body like Luke Cage, huh It's a mothafuckin' 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 freestyle and 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 Choppa on my side, it's 'bout the size of a hockey Shit, I shoot it in yo 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 hits, 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 [Verse 6] 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 a choppa, 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, choppa hit you and your best friend Married to the money even though I am the best man She on 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 momma 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 2nd 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 a AK like a Russian I hit you in your head like a motherfucking concussion I've been causing combustion Something-ness out of nothing 23 in my Glock, I said it the last time I was on the Westwood 23 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 fucking a bullet hole right up in yo uncle I got to fucking balling, I refuse to fucking fumble I'm confident as fuck, I'm really tired of being humble These niggas really thinking 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 on, hold on, hold on, hold on 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 choppa on my hip, you run up, I'ma give you quanthro I shoot through your Monte Carlo, uh, haha On my shoe is your car note You get scanned like a bar-code Uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 7] Eminem is like, "I'm cancerous This, you wouldn't want to answer this Responded back, battle rap, ripped Cannabis" 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 a 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 Memories 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 prolly get behind it and hit it from the back Gotta tune in and kill shit everyday, ho Pull up on the scene, choppa 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 the best kush, rollin' the best gas Pull up in a black Benz, I really 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 choppa tussle for me I promise you I'm a bully, I keep on getting money These niggas walk it, they walk it, I told them 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 in 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 a ollie Yeah, but I may just pop a ollie Used to skate in the hallways every Friday Huh, get it poppin' like a 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 Niggas 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 turn 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 Hahahaha, 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 choppa just like a pencil, lead Shoot him in the head, motherfucka A couple times, he gon' be dead, motherfucka Now his mom calling to the feds, motherfucka "Look at my son laying in the bed," motherfucka Ran up in his crib like the repo' man I gave his bitch wood like a Home Depot, man, huh Choppa 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 a 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, motherfucka I came to Westwood to spit some crack, motherfucka I came to Westwood to get it back, motherfucka 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, prolly could fuck up on the principal I give a fuck about the principals 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, choppa 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 Go 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'on't got no father, nigga, I'm harder without a father I put that on your daughter Uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh [Verse 8] 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 hate me I remember playin' this game in my basement Sayin' I would make it and fuckin' complainin' Momma 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 rough neck 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 cracked 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 It's 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 problem solve 'em, 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 hits and take shits 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 back woods If you lookin' for me then I'm prolly up to no good Runnin' through your hood, with prolly 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 Beiber 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 shoot 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 rippin' it Focused like Ritalin, nigga, you get it, don't get Forget me, lil' nigga Proactively poppin' like zits, 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 Kit Kat, 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 [Verse 9] 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, redo 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 a 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 It's 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 Its blood on the leaves, I'm listenin' to Kanye and shit It's 3K for the wrist, I'm feeling like I'm André again I get to servin' crackers, feelin' like a 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 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 Micheal Jackson with flow, I'm cardiac arrest this shit R.I.P. to the king, yeah, king of pop, shit Run up on me, choppa 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 Choppa 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, nooo 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 a 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 prolly 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 [Verse 10] 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 a lil' kid in my adolescence I ain't scared of shit, I got my Smith & and 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, choppa hit you It get a nigga licked just like a mothafucking 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 a cunt 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 spitting crazy shit Run up on me, choppa 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, choppa 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 Tron's 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? Choppa 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 I'ma sit back down I'ma keep it chill and probably gonna spoke 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 Haha, what you wanna do, sir? My choppa got especial 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 Choppa 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 [Verse 11] 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 her 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 and put 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 to eat, surround 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 [Verse 12] Uh, I'm finna boss, I'm finna, uh Yeah, I'm finna boss up, finna gloss on 'em Arsenal, mm-mm, arse-na-na I like that, I'm just fuckin' around 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? Choppa'll hit you, ain't talkin' steak sauce You lookin' for you homie? He up in the graveyard Chopper tear his face off, was in a face-off I just 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 pro mole 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 slaver, 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 choppa turn you to fuckin' [? 38:09] Uh-nuh, bastard, uh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Man, this shit easy [Verse 13] 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 on the daily, all the way turnt up [? 38:48] try to play me, choppa get you burnt up I'ma ball on these hoes, nigga You know us, there no fuss, it's 10K 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 yo brains on yo 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 choppa 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 sippin codeine, i got the dirtiest of Fanta Three hoes on my lap, lil nigga whatchu want from Santa You get jacked like outlandish Tryna fuck with the pattern, Louis V all on the pattern Outer space, I'm on Saturn with some niggas that a 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 like I got some money Try me if you wanna, this shit gon' get ugly My choppa leave a nigga sticking, leave him musty Leave him swimmin with crabs, now he crusty Choppa gotta couple titties, super busty I can really give a fuck bout whatchu saying cuz its 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 I'm Harden I am a starter I am a Martian I am a Spartan I am a squad, I don't need a squadron I'm going hard on your mom, Imma bomb her Hit from the back in the Gucci Bomba That nigga funny Ain't no problem These nigga pussy, these nigga pussy Experience like a vet but I am still a rookie I feel like I'm Sesame, robbing them for their cookies You run up, I hit him, that choppa leave his ass shook Beefing on Facebook, getcho face took Shoot you in yo face, give a fuck about how your face look Stealin faces lil nigga I'm such a face crook Tryna rob me, I shoot you, you know I face crooks Did I say face? I meant deface em Turn em into an ape, I bathing Ape em Cooking in the kitchen while they try to run up on me, now there's 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 Imma prolly fuck his momma when him mother lands Ha, ha, yeah yeah yeah [Verse 14] Stan! Bitch "It reminds me that it's not so bad, that it's not so bad" Uh, I can tell a story with this beat Uh-huh, get headphones, haaa Here's a story about how I got rich It all happened this year, I still don't know shit It's so hard to focus cuz there's so much goin on I still think about my niggas, the ones that are gone Its been like 8 months since this shit started Its been like 8 months since this shit started Its been like 8 months since this shit started yeah Its been like 8 months since this shit started Me and G Money at the beginning, choppin it up Talkin 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, Ima inter scope money, but I got my own money I can show sum If I went to the strip club, I could throw some But I don't owe them bitches nuttin, I don't pay for nuttin Life is free when you live like me Choppa it your face 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 pull up, I'm shootin out the Cadillac You want some. 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 gotta dick for a reason, I watch her twerk on it I put in work, never savior, I don't go to church homie Your run up on me, that choppa 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 whats up, its 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 ain't got no motherfuckin competition I'm in it to win it That choppa on me its 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 goof ass basic I'on give a fuck about shit thats all I'm sayin Imma dye my hair like I said, Imma Saiyan Imma say it, don't spray it, spray it, don't say it Talk my shit 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 cuz (mumbling) I wanna make a real song outta this beat I ain't go lie [Verse 15] 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 then that's for ransom Pull up on me, kill him out the random Brand new gun, that shit is a scandal yeah Hit your soup can Campbells uh My flow, you can't handle uh 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, 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 she twerkin uh Turned into 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, start shit Switch the flow up In the 'Rari I'm doin doughnuts Hold up, where the money at? yeah yeah, yeah yeah Whats the hold up? All the weed, Imma roll up All these police patrolin 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, you know 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 You 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 the purple rain ANd you look like a bitch, ha, throwin shade, haaa 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 bitches or niggas you trippin Fuckin yo feelings Everyday I count the money, I stack it and flip it I get the winnas, lottery winnings, I get the winnas, lottery winnings, I get the winnas I'm finna vibe on a bitch I'm getting high with yo bitch She gon kiss my other friend, she gon buy for this shit Fuck her 1 time then it's goodbye, ball prime time on a bitch Hell yeah, NBA 2K maybe live in a bitch yeah 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, you know I score uh uh Now that lil bitch is my whore uh I got bro over there 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 aye haaa I'm funny as hell haa I just be tryna catchin vibes on beats, this shit funny They be comin out cold sometimes ha I'on even know what writin is, I ain't write inna 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 uh They must have 9 lives All my niggas Mormon huh, they must have 9 wives Pull up with that choppa, that bitch take yo life Pull up to your hotel room, then I take yo wife Take her to my hotel room, its gon be a long night In that ghost like poltergeist Triple 9 all on my wrist I could fuck the pastors wife I don't have no father bitch, always been a bastard right, always been a bastard right Imma rich ass bastard right You a bitch ass bastard right Huh All these niggas have to write I'on have to write I'm fresh to death, I got this Louis from the after life uh You bitch suckin on my dick, she got a lil over bite Take her to the dentist Prolly get her cleaned up I bust all up in her system And ifs he get pregnant from that, thats gon be apart of yo children Huh I'm investin I spent 2 million on buildins uh I'm, huh, huh In her intestines Feel like the bestest Bitch my flow don't leave no espestus uh Woof, huh Teach his ass a lesson haaa Gon teach his ass a lesson I done made like 6 songs in here, I ain't gon reference nun of that shit tho, right, might as well dance for the rest of it haa Yeah, you know what im sayin One more thing though Lemme talk my shit Lemme fuck yo bitch Imma go get rich on they ass Run up on me, that choppa leave you ass prehistoric to 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, Gucci, 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, to 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 haa My 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, haaa