Murder Rate Mixed with Freestyle lyrics

by

Juice WRLD


[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah)
Shut the f*ck up, I can't concentrate (Huh, sh*t, yeah)
If he try me today, he gon' die today
On my knees, I been praying for brighter days
Got the meter assist, shot a fade away (Hoo, sh*t, yeah)
I be up working all night and day
Your b*tch swallow my di*k, said she proud of me
No one knew me, now b*tches surrounding me
Ain't no new me, I won't ever change, oh
All my n*ggas, they really stay down for me
Double R, SUV, and a Range Rove'
I'ma pull off, I'm doing a high speed

[Verse]
Weezy F made it, I'm finna kill it, go ahead and bury it
I got my gun, I'ma Mariah Carey it
I love the money so much, I'ma marry it
Don't know how to act, I feel like a barbarian
He don't want beef, that n*gga vegetarian
Gun with a silencer, like a librarian
I be the reason all these b*tches staring
She swallow my kids, not good at parenting
Pay me a hundred-fifty for appearances
I got a Lamborghini from the dealership
If I don't buy a car, I put it on my wrist (Gleam, gleam)
Rocking red, just like Popovich
Shooting like Stockton, ain't nobody stopping it
They pocket watching, ain't nobody robbin' this
Give him the MAC-11 with the cooling kit (Ooh-ooh)
My n*ggas coming for you (Ooh)
My n*ggas coming for you (Ooh)
Ain't no telling what they gon' do
Catch you at the red light, pull up, vroom
She ride my di*k like a witch on a broom
When he walked in, we smell b*tch in the room
Ayy, shoot that dude
Brah-brah-brah coming out that tool
[Chorus]
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah)
Shut the f*ck up, I can't concentrate (Huh, sh*t, yeah)
If he try me today, he gon' die today
On my knees, I been praying for brighter days
Got the meter assist, shot a fade away (Hoo, sh*t, yeah)
I be up working all night and day
Your b*tch swallow my di*k, said she proud of me
No one knew me, now b*tches surrounding me
Ain't no new me I won't ever change, oh
All my n*ggas, they really stay down for me
Double R, SUV and a Range Rove'
I'ma pull off, I'm doing a high speed

[Verse]
Freestyle on Instagram
Live b*tch I'm getting this money I stack it
Heartbreak, music it happens
I thank god I made it at rapping
Like a poetry slam I be snapping
I'm sick of these goofy's reacting
They just wanna get a reaction
But see I can't let that sh*t happen
I'ma speak on the real sh*t
Problems that nobody don't wanna speak on
Problems that every single one of us deal with
Just tell the devil to be gone
Look in the mirror like n*gga we on
I feel like Drake 'cause n*gga we made it
Look in the mirror my eyes is red is hell fire
Like my n*gga I'm faded
f*ck is you saying run up on me and I'm spraying
But I really hate all the violence
See I'm from Chicago where n*ggas be killing to kill
We'll kill to keep them quiet
And that's just a problem I got to solve it
I don't got the answers
I just be looking
Anxiety tweaking
It got me geeking
It got shaking
Don't what I'm doing but f*ck it I do it
f*ck I ball like I'm Kobe
I'm in the fourth like Ginobili
You know what you told me
They told me time is money
So I need APs and a Rollie (Ayy)
Run up on me boy you foonie
I just may go pass that gun to my homie (Ayy)
I got snaked on by my brodie
And I know it (Hah)
[Chorus]
Yeah!
I'ma add you to the murder rate
I've sh*tting these n*ggas they constapate (Yeah)
Choppa f*cking the n*gga no masterbate
Pull on me the injured may die today
But I'm not trying cry today

[Outro]
Yeah, Hahahaha
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