The Zias Freestyle uncut lyrics

[Part I]

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD, B. Lou & Zias]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
I told him that I'm a killer, hm
f*ckin' on a white b*tch, I had the Milli Vanilli, that b*tch is vanilla
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, I'm finna spread
I get the head from some teller (Hm)
I told her, "b*tch, we together, you know it's forever"
You run up I'm shootin', my hand on Beretta
I'm off of the top, it's a f*cking Beretta
I'm f*ckin' her good, I f*ck her so good
You f*ck her? Okay, well I'm f*cking her better
Ayy, ayy, I'm so cold, watch on me, that b*tch need a sweater
Knock 'em out, knock 'em out, Floyd Mayweather
He got a coat, n*gga, no sweaty weather
He got a coat, n*gga, no sweaty weather
B. Lou, n*gga, can't nobody do it better
I smoke a n*gga like a f*cking [?], n*gga (Yeah)
sh*t he was smokin' on this dope, n*gga laugh, propeller
n*gga, smokin' on this dope got me high as a propeller
Yeah, I f*cked the b*tch, and I'm f*cking on the yellow
Hit it from the back—
Yeah, hit from the back, I'ma hit the b*tch better
If the b*tch freaky then we gon' f*ck her together
If the b*tch freaky we gon' f*ck her together
If she really freaky she gon' suck us together
Then after that, f*ck her, we'll keep her forever
Not as a main, but as a side though
Pull up on the scene, chopper, yeah, that's my side ho
Ayy, yeah, huh, you know though
n*ggas full of sh*t, they some motherf*ckin' a-holes, uh, yeah (Yeah)
Hittin' the cash flow
All the way turnt, Roscoe Dash, ho
Pull up on the scene doin' a dash, ho
Made trades with the drugs and sell mo'
Up, down, left, right, A, B, Y, X, b*tch, that's the motherf*ckin' cheat code
Pull up on the scene, like, "damn"
Stitch a n*gga up like a motherf*ckin' Lilo
n*ggas talk stupid, don't get it, you a b*tch—
[...] Like some lunch show, n*gga best believe that your mom know, ooh
This that Osam' flow, this that Obam' flow, this type of di*k in your mom flow
This let your mom know
b*tch, I go itchin' for the convos, goin' to a vacation in Congos
I'ma explode like terrorists
I know that these n*ggas are scared of this
I'm ballin' on n*ggas, embarassing
They bankin' on me like a Harris kid
Get it? Bankin' on me like some Harris sh*t
Harris' a bank, don't you get it?
The subject I spit is like school or somethin', they may just go have to revist
[Interlude: Juice WRLD, B. Lou & Zias]
Boy, you ain't heard what he sayin'?
Bro
n*gga, you see I got the fire out
That sh*t hard
Pressure, so much pressure
Ashin' all over my pants
Haha, look
Tweakin', fool
Lemme hit that motherf*cker one time
When you need funding for your business, you need it fast
And that's a great—
This protein, you know?
I'm finna act crazy but look
Damn, he put "Suge"

[Part II]

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD, B. Lou & Zias]
Pack in the mail, it's gone
Look
Hm, put the clip in the gun, it's armed
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 chopper will hit you for real
'Cause my n*ggas hear you talkin' sh*t, they gon' pull up on you
And this chopper, these pop like a pill
These n*ggas get killed, but I'm lit, ayy
Run up on me, I'm lit, just like a Bic
n*gga you pop, just like a zit
Proactivis or somethin', 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
Listen, I'ma go shoot up your party, hm, ayy
Pushin' that work, that work that, yeah, get that Bugatti, ayy
Drippin' in them jeans, I'm swag
Hold on, I gotta put it in your body (Oh, yeah)
Run up on me, you get hit with the shotty (Yeah)
Yeah, uh, I got a bad b*tch, yeah, meet me in the lobby
I be f*ckin' on his b*tch, countin' money, my hobby
n*gga, you run up but don't try me, haha
Don't try me, hey
Run up like your days left, n*gga, don't try me
Chopper a stick up, stick up, stick up, he need a IV
Smokin' on dope, that dope got me so high, I need Visine
Eyes so motherf*cking red they like, "Damn, n*gga, your eyes bleed"
They be like, "Damn, B. Lou, you be sellin' all the dope to the motherf*cking Ozzlies"
Ayy, make sure you winnin'
n*gga never beginner, n*gga, all of my foes winnin'
We here smoking dope, n*gga, in Juice WRLD kitchen
n*ggas whippin' in the kitchen
n*gga, I sell broccoli
[Part III]

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD, B. Lou & Zias]
I'm runnin' up a ten, you know I'm gettin' there
[?]
I'm movin' slow again, I feel like [?]
I'm feelin' like a pimp, 'cause b*tches they get [?] (Uh-huh)
Ayy, I'm passing, n*gga, you know I'm spazzed
Ayy, you know I'm B. Lou, I'm 'bout this cash
Need a bad b*tch with a whole lotta ass
sh*t, we in the club, you better shake it fast (Shake it fast)
Shake it fast (Yeah, ayy)
Shake it fast like Usain Bolt (Yeah)
You might catch a bullet like [?] (Yeah)
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 (Yeah)
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)
Kool-Aid Jammer (Yeah), 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 chop', with a 44
Pull up with a 4-0, hangin' out the four-door
Dragon like Komodo, pose like a photo
You already know though
(Audemar my wrist)
Audemar wrist with the AP
This so cold, run it back, go replay me
Pull up on the scene, 4:44, 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
Huh, 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 livin' 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 will be the most year
(Options)
Got options, like what am I coppin'?
Where do I wanna go shoppin'?
Like you said, I got options (Yeah)
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 (Yeah)
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
(Actavis)
Actavis 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? (Yeah)
[Interlude: Zias, B. Lou & Juice WRLD]
"Bathing Ape on me, I'm chimpin'," that sh*t hard
Ayy, n*gga was going crazy on the beat
That's hard
n*gga, that sh*t was hard, I ain't gon' even cap
That n*gga hard
Nah, nah, nah, that sh*t was stupid
That sh*t finna go viral
Yes, that was hard
I said, "Kool-Aid Jammer," and the n*gga said, "Kool-Aid Jammer, totin' my hammer"
That sh*t hard
That sh*t was stupid
Ayy y'all, chris, you heard that, fool?
But that, that was— that sh*t was hard
"Kool-Aid Jammer," n*gga said, "Kool-Aid Jammer, totin' the hammer"
That sh*t was hard
I knew what it was when you said that, like I wouldn't (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
n*gga, yeah, that sh*t was hard, n*gga
Fo' sure
[?]
Light it up, bro

[Part IV]

[Verse 4: Juice WRLD, Zias & B. Lou]
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, yeah)
The drank got me loose, yeah, ayy
Chopper kicking just like Bruce (Like Bruce, like, "yah, yah")
Bruce Lee, I be just wet like a jet-ski (Woo)
n*gga broke, n*ggas is my pet peeves, yeah (Uh)
Yeah, 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 sure though
Pull up on the scene, it's just me and my bro-bro
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 chopper on me, no shield, n*gga, I'm overexposed (Yeah)
I'ma shoot it and then I reload (Yeah)
And these n*ggas they not on sh*t (Doo, doo, doo, doo)
How do I know? I already know, uh, ayy (Yeah)
I pass it to bro, you see he-he finna score (Yeah, yeah)
We already know that he was plottin', I just threw an 'oop on the lo'(Yeah)
I threw an 'oop on the lo' and you know that I catch it (Yeah)
b*tch, hold on [?]
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', baow