ZIAS Bandit Reaction Freestyle lyrics

[Part 1: Suge]

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
—it's on
Transform like Megatron
Ayy, f*ck is you on?
Call of Duty the way that I spawn
You run up on me, I'ma shoot
I aim my hand out the roof
You is a lie, I'm the truth
Superman when I walk in the booth
Fallin' out like a loose ass tooth
Run up on me I'ma kill you and you
Ayy, look, your b*tches, they sticky like glue
I f*ck on that b*tch then I disappear
That b*tch did not have a clue
All of these n*ggas ain't gettin' no money
I know that they broke than a b*tch
If you run up on me, then that choppa will hit you for real
Cause my n*ggas don't do talkin' sh*t, they gon' pull up on you
With the choppa, these pop like a pill
These n*ggas get killed, but I'm lit, aye
Run up on me, I'm lit, just like a Bic
n*gga you pop, just like a zit
Proactiv or something get popped like a zit
These n*ggas ain't sh*t but some hoes and some b*tches, ayy
I'm in my lane, no switchin', ayy
I'm not the same n*gga, I'm different, ayy
Ball on 'em just like a Piston
March on a n*gga, I'm army enlisted, ayy
f*ck all the competition
I got more drive than Bugatti engines, ayy
[Part 2: I Bought Her]

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Gucci and Louis all over my brand new coats, mhm
Burberry, n*gga, bad b*tch
Breath heavy, huh, on a ho 'nother Levy
I'm hot off of this medicine, meditatin' on n*ggas
That chopper on me with a trigger
That make a n*gga hop like he was with Tigger
My n*ggas get money for real
Ain't talkin' bout Tommy but I got the figures
The Tommy inside the Hilfiger's
I pull it out spit like a pastor no scriptures
These n*ggas ain't sh*t but some b*tches
I'm disappearin' on them just like a wizard
b*tch I'm the flame, n*gga
Waka Flocka, oh let's do it I'm the Flame, n*gga
Kool-Aid Jammer
Ayy, Kool-Aid Jammer
I'm totin' the hammer
Free all my n*ggas locked up in the slammer
Just like a fruit, b*tch I'm goin' bananas
Louis Vuitton
Louis Vuitton on the belt
Louis Vuitton on the shirt too
Run up on me get murked too
R. Kelly with that b*tch, I may just go flirt, ooh
Nintendo Switch
I switch like Nintendo
Pull up on him
Rhymes off of the mental
Explode like pop when you drop one Mento, ayy
b*tch I'm dope, no antidote
Pull up on the scene with a choppa, the .44
Pull up with a 4-0, hangin' out the four-door
Dragon, like Komodo, pose like a photo
You already know doe
Audemar my wrist
Audemar wrist with the A-P
This so cold, run it back or replay me
Pull up on the scene, 4-4-4, Jay-Z
Hit a n*gga with a combo, like pay me, f*ck you
Pull up on the scene like I'ma buck you
Knuck if you buck, run up on me I buck too
Chopper on me and it cost like a buck or two
Heh, I'm bustin' you, uh
Where you see yourself in two years?
Where I see myself in two years?
sh*ttin' on all my peers, the ones that wish that they were right here
A lot of sh*t changed since last year
I'm not the same n*gga as last year
Last year was a broke year, but the next year I'll be the most here
Options
Got options, like what am I coppin'?
Where do I wanna go shoppin'?
Like you said, I got options
The money is stacked in my pocket
The money, yeah that is an option
The streets, that's not an option
I made a whole 'nother option
Freddy Krueger
Freddy Krueger, when I tote the Ruger it's a scary sight
Run up on me, n*gga you could die tonight
I ain't never had to have a stage fright
Hop up on the stage, then I take lives
Grab the mic, fresh to death, Gucci in the afterlife
I'm in the Ghost like the Poltergeist
Triple 9, still f*ck the pastor's wife
Woah, woah, woah, woah, uh
Thank God for the blessings, uh
Woah, woah, woah, woah
In the cut totin' on a Smith & Wesson
I heard you're hungry, so my Glock got the munchies
It'll give your ass seconds
Do you wanna get shot or stabbed? n*gga it's a choice
It's a preference
Activis I just been sippin'
These n*ggas got a foot out or something, they trippin'
You run up on me then I'm ballin' like Scottie
That didn't rhyme, so guess I'm ballin' like Pippin, ayy, huh
b*tch I'm limpin' like I'm pimpin'
Bathing ape on me, I'm chimpin', uh
n*ggas basic, b*tches basic, why you so f*ckin' simple?
[Part 3: Light It Up]

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD, B.Lou, ZIAS!]
Light it up, light it up, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Shoutout to thugger
We in L.A., chillin' with Juice (Chilling with Juice)
Pop me a perc (Pop me a what?), it give me a boost, (It give me a boost) it give me a boost (It give me a boost)
The drank got me loose, ayy, ooh
Choppa kicking just like Bruce (Like Bruce, like, yeah, yeah)
Bruce Lee, I be just wet like a jet-ski (Woo!)
n*gga, broke n*ggas is my pet peeves, yuh (Uh)
Yeah
All these broke n*ggas is my pet peeves
Don't take a lot to convince me
Cause these n*ggas too full of envy, uh, ayy
Led like a pencil, no writing utensil
This off of the dope, this is off of the mental
I get the money, I stack it for sho' doe
Pull up on the scene, it's just me and my bro bros
Runnin' through the Six like Drake with the woes, uh
I'm in the paint like Shaquille O'Neal, you throw me the rock throwing 'bows, uh
I got a choppa on me, no shield, n*gga I'm overexposed
I'ma shoot it and then I reload
And these n*ggas they not on sh*t (Doo, doo, doo, doo)
How do I know? I already know, uh, ayy
I pass it to bro, you see he-he finna score (Yeah)
You already know that when he was plottin' I just threw an 'oop on the low (Yeah)
You know that I catch it, just like I catch a n*gga in traffic (Yeah)
Pull up on him with a Magnum, then I pull up on his b*tch with a Magnum, uh
One is a gun and one is a condom, I guess a n*gga got standards, uh
Cheat on that b*tch all day like, "Goddamn, Juice WRLD don't got no manners, uh"
What I say earlier? f*ck school, I was rolling weed in my planner, uh
They don't want smoke with me
L-O-L, these n*ggas just a bunch of jokes to me
Really I'm rich as a b*tch and they broke to me
Just how it's supposed to be, just how it's supposed to be
Standin' over that n*gga, I'll shoot him (All, freestyle)
That's true to my n*ggas had told me, yeah
I got my Ruger, these n*ggas ain't sh*t but some motherf*ckin' hoes
And these hoes be leeches, thots, and cougars
I don't got time for it
I got my girlfriend and she spin me around like a whirlwind
See, me and her we money twirlin'
I'ma throw her in the room while she twerkin'
Put in work, uh
Slip on me sh*t, like a serpent, uh
Snakes in the grass, f*ck a serpent, uh
That n*gga a whole different person, I see him lurkin', blaow!