Omen (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Man, man, man

[Verse]
Freestyle off the top, b*tch
Run up on me, get hit, got my hand on my stick
I was toting my Glock, stick
She gon' suck on my di*k, she gon' swallow my kids
That lil b*tch is obnoxious
I count money, I stack it, it's nothing
You know how I run it, I'm out of my pocket
All my n*ggas be robbing, and back in Chicago
We was rockin' them trueys and robins
All my n*ggas got ice on they neck and they wrist
And they sliding just like a toboggan
I ain't talking 'bout pencil, a pistol
But I get to rapping, this sh*t out of pocket
Off the top I be freestyling sh*t
Eminem I be 8 miling sh*t
I be wildin', I'm going Bathing Ape
I'm rocking barbarians all on my fit
Talking stupid, R. Kelly with it
Ignorant, I may p*ss on yo b*tch
I been balling like Kevin Durant
All these n*ggas ball, Kevin, you can't
n*ggas pus*y, the f*ckin'—
Ooh, haha
I make it look easy, ayy
Truck fit when I skate on that b*tch
So she think I'm Lil Weezy, ayy
My diamonds so sick, my diamonds so cold
They got me sneezing, ayy
Jimmy Neutron, give me Brain Blast
That lil' b*tch get to wheezing, ayy
Look, I read that b*tch like a book
You run up on me, then yo' ass getting took
I poke a b*tch like I'm on Facebook
All my n*ggas get cash for real
I don't really give a f*ck 'bout a record deal
Just bought a house, I ain't finna lay it—
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on
Just bought a house, I won't drop the location
But nah, I do not live in the hills
I got money for real
You will get popped like a pill
n*ggas is not in the field
All of my n*ggas is down for real
All my n*ggas is down to kill
I know n*ggas that's down for real
[mumbles] for real
Had my heart broke for real
Yo' b*tch gave me throat for real
Hit it from the back like a singer
Tryna hit a note for real
Everything I say is the truth
The truth is what I spoke, for real
I feel like I'm Travis Scott, 'cause I got the Antidote for real
n*gga I'm doper than—
I'm doper than a writers pen
I don't ever have writers block
But I'll prolly pick up the Glock, shoot you in yo' top
Juiced up so I feel like Pac
Run up on me, then I got a Glock
I'ma hit a dread-head, bloody mop
Listen, I'ma ball on you n*ggas and these b*tches
I've been ballin', b*tch I feel like a Piston
I march on n*ggas, I be army enlisted
All these n*ggas startin' to act like some b*tches
So all these n*ggas start to act like some sissies
I'm just spinning like tornado or twister
"Juice WRLD, he a f*cking enigma"
Freestyling on live with my n*ggas, ayy
Gold in my mouth, Burberry my shirt
Moncler on my pants, I'm making it hurt
Margiela on my shoes when I stomp
I know they dirty 'cause I'm putting in work
n*ggas know what's up, I be putting in work
Like A$AP Ferg, put him in a hearse
I'm finna go buy my b*tch a new purse
Birkin' bag 200, off of this earth
Maxlord what you on?
He just walked out of the room, he gone
No, he ain't walk out the room
He was just prolly finna turn the lights off or the lights on
I'ma freestyle, done it all night long
I'll freestyle, I don't gotta write songs
I'll freestyle, I don't gotta right wrongs
Skate on they block like they want some, ayy
Smokin' on that King Kong, yeah
Run up on me you gone
Transform in the Lambo like Megatron, yeah
I'ma put my team on
NLMB, No Limit, we strong, yeah
150 where I belong
GDK, EBK, you know we on, yeah
Money is super long, yeah
Shoutout to Kyro, shoutout to Bibby
Shoutout G-Money, shoutout to Maneski
Shoutout to Herbo, shoutout my n*ggas
They gonna leave a f*ck n*gga stanking
This not a joke, I am not pranking
What is you doing? f*ck was you thinking?
Why is you tweakin'? I'll leave you leakin'
Hit that b*tch, CeCe like Weekend, ayy
[Outro]
b*tch I'm good
At this rapping sh*t, so it's understood
Hope it's understood
That these n*ggas are okay
But b*tch I'm good
I'm good
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm good