Juice WRLD “I Bought Her” Freestyle lyrics

Gucci and Louis all over my brand new coats
Burberry, make a bad b*tch breathe heavy
On a whole, nother leve-y , I'm, high off of this medicine
Meditating on n*ggas
That choppa on me with a trigger that make a n*gga hop with kids with tigger
My n*ggas get money for real I ain't talkin bout Tommy but I got the figures
That Tommy inside the Hilfiger's I pull it out spit like I'm passin no scrimption
These n*ggas ain't sh*t but some b*tches I'm disappearin on it just like a wizard
b*tch I'm the flame, n*gga
Waka Flaka "O Let's Do it", I'm the flame n*gga
Aye, Kool-Aid Jammer
I'm totin that hammer, free all my n*ggas locked up in thе slammer, Just like a fruit b*tch I'm goin bananas
Louis Vuitton on the bеlt, Louis Vuitton on the shirt too
Run up on me get murked too, R. Kelly with that b*tch I might just go flirt ooh
I switch like Nintendo, pull up on him rhymes off of the mental Explode like pop when you drop one mento
Aye, b*tch I'm dope no antidote
Pull up on a scene with a choppa with a 44, pull up with a four O, Hangin out the 4-door, dragon like komodo, pose like a photo
Aye, you already know tho
Audemar wrist with the AP, this so cold run it back go replay me
Pull up on a scene 444 Jay-Z, hit a n*gga with a combo like play me, f*ck you
Pull up on a scene like, Ima buck you
Knuck if you buck run up on me I buck too
Choppa on me and it cost like a buck or two
Huh, I'm bussin you
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 will be the most hell
Got options, like what am I coppin
Where do I wanna go shoppin
Like you said, I got options
Got money inside of my pocket
My money yeah that is an option
The streets, that's not an option
I made a whole nother option
Freddy Krueger when I tote the ruler it's a scary sight, run up on me n*gga you can die tonight
I ain't never had to have stage fright, hop up on the stage then I take lives
Grab the mic, fresh to death Gucci in the afterlife
I'm in a Ghost like a poltergeist, triple 9 still f*ck the pastor's wife
Whoah whoah whoah whoah
Thank God for the blessings
Whoah whoah whoah whoah
In the cut totin on a Smith & Wesson
I heard you're hungry, so my Glock got the munchies it'll give yo ass seconds
Do you wanna get shot or stabbed n*gga it's yo choice, it's a preference
Activist I jus been sippin, these n*ggas got foot out or somethin they trippin
You run up on me then I'm ballin like Scotty, that didn't rhyme so guess I'm ballin like Pippen, aye huh
b*tch I'm limpin, like I'm pimpin, bathing ape on me I'm chimpin, huh
n*ggas basic, b*tches basic, why you so f*ckin simp