Freestyle Interlude (Regardless) lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
f*ckin' that b*tch from the front like I'm Carti
f*ckin' that b*tch from the front like I'm Carti
Yeah, yeah, yeah, b*tch (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
f*ckin' that b*tch from the front like I'm Carti (Ay)
A real n*gga walked in the party (Ay)
Grill a n*gga like a barbe', uh
That b*tch is fake like a Barbie
Will I still f*ck on that b*tch? Probably, uh
Make her pop her pus*y, no ollie
Knock it out, one-two, one-two, Ali, uh
Dej Loaf if a n*gga try me

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
b*tch, get wrecked, blade to the chest, slit to your neck
Talking sh*t, up that chopper quick, if you disrespect
Rockin' that Rick Owens, you ain't rockin' that Rick?
You still at Carsons with it
Oh you valeting cars, parking and sh*t?
Here-a-go, a hundred dollars, come park my whip, b*tch
Huh, I'ma let that breathe, ooh
I'ma f*ck that b*tch, hit her from the back quick then I make her leave, ooh
Got a gun with a stick, some say it's a di*k, bullets sharp like a harpoon
These n*ggas be thinking they real, but they 'bout as real as cartoons, hah (For real)
Huh, b*tch, you know the deal
On the super-motor, I ain't grabbin' the wheel
I love poppin' wheelies when I'm off of the pills
Some of you n*ggas be screaming out, "Bike life"
I doubt you n*ggas be ridin' for real
Shout-out to Meek, 'cause he do it for real
Shout-out to Philly, they do it for real
But I'm from Chicago where n*ggas get killed
[Bridge: Juice WRLD]
Uh, my trap like the Good Burger, n*gga
Can I take your order? (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, blaow)
Shoot a n*gga like five times, b*tch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, b*tch

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & G Herbo]
f*ckin' that b*tch from the front like I'm Carti, uh
I just may shoot up a party
Chopper'll grill a n*gga like barbe', uh
That b*tch be fake like a Barbie
Will I still f*ck on that b*tch? Probably, uh
Make her pop her pus*y, no ollie
Hit her with a left-right, left-right Ali, uh
Dej Loaf if a n*gga try me (Let's go)

[Verse 2: G Herbo & Juice WRLD]
Shoot him in the eye like Carly, uh
Tell a n*gga momma, "I'm sorry," uh
Ride in the Lamb', not a 'Rari, uh
Rockin' VLONE like I'm Bari, uh
Trees in the woods like safari, uh
Heaters will shoot up the party, uh
Runnin' it up like I'm tardy, uh
Threw the "B" up like I'm Cardi
Industry scarred me, gotta be heartless
If he a target, kill him regardless
My n*ggas chargin', 'cause they retarded
b*tch, I'm a vampire, but I eat garlic
I'm from Chiraq yeah, we catchin' bodies
Brodie got hats still, he from New Orleans
Ball like a all-star, I'm not from Charlotte
Juice rich as f*ck now, pus*y, I called it
Swervo told me "We gon' get it regardless," so
b*tch, we gon' get it regardless
Run up on me, n*gga, is you retarded, uh?
We dump out sh*t like the garbage, uh
We call up the gang, you call up the warden, uh
Y'all n*ggas known for talkin'
Y'all n*ggas walking targets
f*ck ass n*gga, just stop it
[Chorus: Juice WRLD & G Herbo]
I'm f*ckin' that b*tch from the front like I'm Carti, uh
I just may shoot up a party
Chopper'll grill a n*gga like barbe', uh
That b*tch be fake like a Barbie
Will I still f*ck on that b*tch? Probably, uh
Make her pop her pus*y, no ollie
Hit her with a left-right, left-right Ali, uh (Uh, uh, uh)
Dej Loaf if a n*gga try me (Uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 3: G Herbo & Juice WRLD]
You know I'm rich, b*tch, look at my audience
Hit my accountant, who want to get audited?
Hop out the backseat, look at that opper hit (Grrah)
Standin' all over him, look at that opper dead (Grrah)
G Herbo, I'm in my prime like Optimus
Juice, when we droppin' this?
We worth the millions and we got Glocks with us
Who you know stoppin' us?
Wanted the Lamb' truck, I really copped it (Yeah)
Just to get top in it (Oh, yeah)
New school, double R truck but I bought an old nova to bump hip hop in it (Oh, yeah)
Herbo say he prime, no Optimus
You know they see that sh*t far away with no binoculars (Yeah)
We got ice, we got sticks, let's play hockey
Pesos coming in ASAP like Rocky, n*gga
[Outro: G Herbo & Juice WRLD, Both]
N-L-M-B, that's how we rockin' n*gga
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Swervo and Juice WRLD, we in the pocket, n*gga (Go)
Yeah
Go, go
Man, man, 999 sh*t
I'm good at math though (Uh-huh)
Put Whiskey in then I pop it
What's 150 plus 999? (Blaow)
Yeah 999, hmm, 150 sh*t, yeah
I don't know, man, gang
Gang, gang
150 plus 999, it's a W, bro (Gang-gang)
Even though it's L's, we still taking W's
Yeah, two L's make a W
Let's go, go, go go (Ha)
All B's man, I used to say all B's, no C's?
But now it's all B's two C's, all B's two C's, yeah, Juice
Yeah, all B's
Even my wrist all B's, all baguettes (Ha-ha)