Juice WRLD Deleted Scenes: Unseen freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
That's all good, I'ma treat 'em like I caught 'em in the wrong hood
Hooh, folk
Hold on
Damn, the beat just switched up
That sh*t hard, I said (This beat crazy)

[Verse 1]
Try if you want, I got goons
You run up on me, then I'm up in your room
My n*ggas be ballin', we switchin' like Lou
b*tch on my di*k, what the f*ck she gon' do?
All of my n*ggas be bustin' the moves
I got my hand on my motherf*ckin' tool
W, W, I cannot lose
I might pull up to yo' new avenue
Freestyle sh*t all day, lil' n*gga
Run up on me, I'll spray, lil' n*gga
I got beats like Dre, lil' n*gga
Beat that sh*t like Dre, lil' n*gga
f*ck all that sh*t you say, lil' n*gga
Xbox, I don't play, lil' n*gga
Underground, where you lay, lil' n*gga
Hell yeah, I'm finna spray, lil' n*gga
XXL, it's comin' up
I'm finna kill every single one of them n*ggas that think thеy can freestyle but they can't freestyle likе this gun
b*tch, I'm a Glock, I got a 30
b*tch, I'm invicible, you cannot hurt me
I'm on that sh*t, on the Perkys
Every day I wake up, I get to workin'
I was just in Australia
Lookin' at that genitilia
Pull up on the scene, I nail 'em
I'ma do a hit it then bail it
I got heaters on my side they just like, huh, yeah
Run up on me, I'ma shoot 'em, red light, yeah
Houdini with that b*tch, I make her disappear
Purps say these nasty b*tches in the-
I say, hold on
I say, hold on
I say
My bro name G Herbo, he like nasty b*tches
I remember f*ckin' thots on their knees, so [?]
I remember f*ckin' thots, lil' b*tch named Ashley with me
Yeah, I just spazzed my kids up on her f*ckin' titties
'Member crackin' cards, all the hoes wasn't tryna f*ck with me
I want a Kel-Tec, can't be saved, that b*tch hold a buck .50
If you run up on me, that b*tch gon' probably get you a buck .50
You don't stand no chance, you need to sit down 'cause you can't stand, ayy
Which one of all ya' friends come get these mans, ayy
[Verse 2]
These n*ggas try to battle me, you cannot battle no one of us
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I sip lean, where the f*ck is that wine at?
n*gga, I sip lean, this sh*t what my wine is
I'm finna switch it up, like velcro, I stick 'em up
Call the ambulance, come pick 'em up
Motherf*cker, come get 'em up
I'ma pop a Perc for a pick me up
n*ggas itching like a tick or somethin'
Run up on me, you get hit or somethin'
Double D on that choppa, no tits or nothin'
All I do is shoot flicks with her
Netflix and I chill with her
Matter of fact, I'm stingy as hell, I don't even share pills with her
Ayy, look
Interscope just signed me for a couple mil' tickets
I got a record deal, so young n*gga gotta deal with it
In the kitchen mixin' pills with it
How the f*ck a n*gga feel with it?
I said, Drake that sh*t a lot, these n*ggas up in their feels with it
Gucci all on my sweater, you can do good but I can do better
Knock 'em out like Maywether, VVS cold like it's sleigh weather
n*ggas sensitive nowadays so I gotta keep it together
These n*ggas Frank Ocean with the fit, why you standing in that gay weather?
All I know is get the cash, I'ma get the bag
Run up on me, I'ma shot 'em, let it blast
Choppa on me, I'ma leave 'em in the past
Then it's back to the cash
I was with that rap, rap sh*t, now I'm with this trap, trap sh*t
They be on that act, act sh*t, pourin' up fake Act', Act' sh*t
I don't got time for it, nah, I don't got time at all
If I spend money, I'ma go back and I work it off
I spend 50k in Saks, I done bought it all
Yo' lil' girl, I'm a dragon, I'm finna just slaught her off
I feel like 21 Savage, huh?
I feel like 21 Savage, I just may slaughter ya daughter
I put my arm in that b*tch, I feel like Vince, no Carter
b*tch, I'm D. Rose on my-