Juice WRLD Hour Freestyle of Fire Over Eminem Beats lyrics

[Intro: Tim Westwood & Juice WRLD]
Yo, it's TimWestwoodTV, up at Capital Xtra
Got my man Juice WRLD in the building
It's time to shut down the city again
Last freestyle: epic, crazy numbers, biggest freestyle of the year
We're about to go in
This time, nothing but Eminem beats
Understand what's about to go down:
The next hour, the world is yours, let's do it
It's live? Already?
Cool, uh-huh
I'm back on Westwood, b*tch
Huh

[Verse 1]
Freestyle king, I'ma do my thing
Married to the game, I'ma need a ring
Run up on me, that chopper sing
Brand new b*tch, that's a brand new ting
Broke up with my b*tch, now she my side b*tch
Text me on my side-kick, huh, yeah
She gon' keep the strap in her purse like a dyke b*tch
Run up, she fire sh*t, uh, yeah
n*gga, just lose it, n*ggas be faker than optical illusions
Run up on me, that chopper skip to conclusions
I don't give a f*ck with your b*tch, I'ma do her
Paul Wall with her, I'ma chop her and screw her, uh
Brand new money
Run up on me, chopper hoppin' like a bunny
I don't walk it, I run it, keep it one hundred
Headshot, headshot, drive-by in a Hummer, Goddamn
Just lose it, uh
Make love then make music, uh
Run up, chopper do 'em
Waka Flocka, "O Let's Do It," uh
Off of the top, I be kickin' it
Hop on my di*k like a frog, you be ribbitin', uh
Look at the way I be rippin' it, drillin' 'em
Like I be full of adrenaline, uh
Sick of the Percs, I'ma put them down, huh
Run up on me, that chopper marry your ass like you got a gown on
Guess you a pus*y now, huh?
Ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, guess you a pus*y now, uh
Keep this beat goin', mhm
I'ma spazz for a second
I'ma get up on they ass for a second
Chopper on me, it's gon' blast for a second
I'ma shoot him in his ass, I'm reckless
Do it big like football, Texas
I'ma ball out like the Texans
b*tches pay me like taxes
On the mattress, hittin' backflips
Ride me, carpet, Aladdin
Outerspace, boolin' on Saturn
Give a f*ck what you say, I don't really care about nothin' but the money I manage
Hoes on me, they wanna f*ck too, though
Outerspace, I been poolin' on Pluto
Bad b*tch, huh
Hot like a motherf*cker hit the b*tch up in June, woah, ayy, ayy
Summertime sadness
Off the Xan', tryna figure out what's up though
Bad b*tch, uh, tryna f*ck though
Keep it on the low, I don't wanna know, ho
VVS on my wrist, no snowglobe
Incredibles, feelin' like Frozone
I'ma probably put di*k in your ho dome, uh-huh, uh-huh
In your ho's home, uh-huh, uh-huh
I been rappin' all day, that's normal though
I'm an alien, goddamn, an abnormal ho
Pull up on 'em, chopper make it rainstormin', ho
Hot like a motherf*ckin' global warmin', ho
Then again, I'm colder than a freezer
f*ck your b*tch, I'll leave her
Dragon Ball, Frieza
Pull up on the scene, my chopper got a fever
Hand on my heater, kick it like FIFA, uh, yeah
Hot like a Cheeto, fast like a cheetah
Run up, I get 'em, uh, yeah
Choppa like Jesse White the way I up the b*tch and it flip 'em, uh, yeah
Spazz on they ass all day though
I was in the cut killin' people like Tadoe
World in my hands, I'ma treat it like Play-Doh
I'm full of sh*t, I'm a rich ass a-hole, huh
Yeah, just lose it, uh-huh, uh-huh-huh, just lose it
Bad b*tch, look, the f*ck are you doing?
If you ain't gettin' naked then I'm not gon' screw it, uh-huh, uh
Just lose it
Don't make love, make music
Huh, just lose it, uh
Don't make love, make music, huh
Pill pop, molly in the party
Bad b*tch wanna f*ck, I got off the Bacardi
Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em, chopper crackin' like Pilates
I ain't ever give a f*ck, motherf*cker, catch a body
I was in the cut with a b*tch from Tacoma
Smoking on pack, you can smell the aroma
Young ass n*gga but they think that I'm older
Hachoo, bless you, my flow too colder
World on my shoulders, feel like a boulder
Run up on me, I told you that it's over
Chopper get to doin' motherf*ckers like it's homework
Clip stickin' out like a motherf*ckin' boner
This is my flow, it's not a motherf*cking loaner
Only one of me, ain't no motherf*cking cloners
Ballin' on these hoes like Adrian, Adrian
Knock 'em out, lil' n*gga, like Adrien Broner, uh
Look at the way that I ball on these hoes
In the back of the club, mm, mm
I got blue faces up in my pockets, I'm not throwin' no dubs, mhm
Heart out my chest, I put that in the grave
I ain't showin' no love, mhm
I am not talkin' 'bout snails, shoot like Tony Snell with slugs, mhm
Yeah, spazz, I'ma spazz on they ass
Uh, leave a n*gga in the past
Uh, do it for the quick cash
Uh, it's a big ass gun
Mm, so you better get back
Mm, your boyfriend broke, baby, I don't think you could fix that
Uh, haha, yeah
Old broke-ass n*gga
Hit the b*tch from the back, that's a no ask, n*gga
Huh, already know, ass-n*gga
Run up on me, chopper on me, I'ma blow, ass-n*gga
Walk around like I don't even know that n*gga
Boppin' on the b*tch like Kodak, n*gga
Up, down, left, right, cheat code that n*gga
Haha, hahahaha
Bro, I said, "Up, down, left, right, cheat code that n*gga," boy
That mean I got cheat codes
Guns sing like the leader of the Glee show
BAPE on the cape, no, I'm not a hero
VVS cold, no subzero
Gettin' money like Robert De Niro
f*ck with me, you get jacked like Sparrow
I'll put you out your sorrow
You won't live to see tomorrow
Shootin' your Monte Carlo up
My shoes, they cost your car note
I am not tryna brag, but you know I got the quatros
The pesos, anana, nn-nana, hahaha
Uh-huh, uh-huh
[Verse 2]
999, 999, uh
999, uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh-nuh-nuh
We on the Eminem wave today
Last time I was here, I rapped for an hour
A f*cking hour
Uh, ain't no competition, I'm not worried
.30 on me, Stephen Curry
Sippin' dirty with a b*tch that give me head just like she nerdy
I been shootin', Larry Birdy
In that b*tch like a surgeon
Put my di*k in her throat, she get to regurgitatin', uh, hahaha
Ignorant, yes, that's me, uh
Catch a n*gga like a taxi
Usain Bolt, run this sh*t just like a track meet, uh
Flexin' up on 'em like an athlete, mm
f*ck n*gga, you cannot surpass me, uh
That's your b*tch, well why is Juice WRLD tatted all over her ass cheek, ya dig? Ha

[Verse 3]
Ooh, yeah, that's what—
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My name is
I said hi, my name is gun, I'm aiming
These n*ggas are ass, anus
.40 aimin', leave 'em brainless
Tote my stainless, f*ck is you sayin'?
I'ma dye my hair blonde, Super Saiyan
Ruthless with this gun, shoot it, slayin'
Sprayin', leave 'em on the pavement
Jackie Chan kush, b*tch, I'm feeling like an Asian
Asian persuasion
Run up, then I'm blazing
In this f*cking Bathing Ape blazer, amazing
I'm up in that new thang
Feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne
Kickin' sh*t like Liu Kang
Sicker than some flu game
Jordan on me, flu game, n*gga
Sixty points on 'em on that flu game, n*gga
Look at the way that I do thangs
I'm with my clan like Wu-Tang, every day we hustling
Want a Lamborghini, remember dreamin' about a Mustang
Now I'm 'bout my next thang
Now I'm 'bout my next thang
Blue face in my pocket, I ain't worried 'bout no chump change
I can hit your block and then I turn it to a gun range
Call of Duty closet, boy, that sh*t look like a gun game
I just had to dread my hair because I couldn't maintain
Now a n*gga wildin', feeling like a rasta
Choppa like guitar, get to strummin' like a rockstar
I'm sipping lean out the cup, I'm such a Wockstar
I put this .40 to your head and then I pop it
I'm so violent, chopper with a silence
Optimus Primin'
Transform on your ho to f*ck her for perfect timing
Rollie change colors like the climate
Diamonds on my neck, best believe them b*tches shining
I left my chains at the hotel, I hate jewelry
I wear it just so I can participate in the foolery
You got a problem with me? I'ma pull up with this chopper
I'll shoot you and your father, put an end to your eulogy, uh
Clip hold a hundred, kinda like a centipede
Twenty-one left in that Glock, I'll shoot it out the century
I'm schooling n*ggas like it's f*cking Elementary
Prolly f*cking these b*tches and f*cking 'em up mentally
Now, that's just me
[Verse 4]
Westwood, you know we gettin' cash, right?
Bad b*tch, she gon' shake her ass, right?
I'm like, "Damn baby, where you from?
What's your name? You familiar, did I meet you in a past life?"
I can give you all this money if you act right
I'ma throw you all this money if you act right
I'ma throw you all this money if you act right, uh
I'ma throw you all this money if you act right
Then again I ain't paying for pus*y, you rookie
Chopper on my hip and it's shootin', mm, mm
Ho, chopper on my hip and it's bad like Meagan Good
Bad little b*tch, she gon' give me all of her cookies
Bad little b*tch and she thick, looking like Snooki
Got a problem with me, I'ma shoot it like a movie, uh
That's just how it is
I'm Khalifa with the reefer but I've never been a Wiz
This is grown man sh*t, this is not for little kids
Even though I'm going hard like a n*gga Little Bill
Got the molly in drink, I'ma crack a seal
Run up on me, you get popped like I'm popping all the pills
Spazzin' on every track, I battlerap
Anyone that's gon' battlerap, come battle that
I feel like Shaquille O'Neal when I shoot
Chopper gon' break the glass, ratatat
I don't got time for snakes, no time for rats
I'm smoking pack, I'm selling crack, bring it back
Run up on me, cool, that chopper on me get you clapped
Matter of fact, I don't know how to act
I'm a real-ass n*gga, drill-ass n*gga
Go-and-pop-a-pill-ass n*gga, real-ass n*gga
f*ck how you feel, lil' n*gga, I'm real, lil' n*gga
I'm sick, I'm ill, lil' n*gga, for real, lil' n*gga, uh
Freestyle off the dome, kickin' it for real
In the cut totin' my steel like Keel
If you don't kill the motherf*cker, f*ck it, I will
You better start writing your will, for real
I'm real Juice, yes, I'm the real Juice
You can get juiced up, you f*ckin' with me, uh
Won't the real Juice WRLD please stand up?
Won't the real Juice WRLD please stand up?
Someone bring all the real Xans out
This fentanyl sh*t got me layin' on the couch
Like, what the f*ck is all these fake pills about?
What the f*ck is all these fake thrills about?
R.I.P. to X, R.I.P. to Peep
R.I.P. to Mac, R.I.P. the beats
R.I.P. to anybody that want beef
R.I.P. to anybody that want beef
R.I.P. to all the n*ggas died in the street
R.I.P. to all the n*ggas died, rest in peace
Only thing I can't say is R.I.P. me
'Cause I'ma live forever, I put that on my life, B, uh
Flow go crazy
For n*ggas that's boolin' red, my flow go brazy
Shake like Haiti
Choppa on me, give your ass a plate
I don't give a f*ck, I may just f*ck your b*tch today
Young n*gga and I'm feelin' rich today
Scratch him off, lil' lotto, no quick pick today
Burn a n*gga like Jamaicans and incense today
Been the realest n*gga since an infant, okay, uh
On these Eminem beats, I'm a beast
From the west to the east, I'm a freak in the sheets
Got your b*tch and she got a real badass physique
I'ma f*ck her one time while you beatin' your meat
Haha, hahaha
[Verse 5]
Spazzin' on this Westwood sh*t, though
Uh
Nicotine is cancerous, kinda like my flow
My gun is a thotty, kinda like your ho
Pull up on the scene, chopper on me, woah
I get more head than some f*ckin' frontal lobe
Gotta let you know she gon' dance, Gigolo
I'm a n*gga, Jigaboo
With some money, with some dough
Ballin' on these hoes like a motherf*cking pro
Run up on me, chopper on me and it's down to blow
Spazzin' on they ass like every track that Westwood put on
Look at all my n*ggas, how I'm finna put on
R.I.P. to all my n*ggas that is gone
Promise you that I'ma let your name live on
Tatted on my face? Nah
Tatted on my neck? Yeah
Tatted on my chest? Nah
Tatted on my wrist? Yeah
Triple 9 like wrist slit
I could f*ck a rich b*tch
I feel like a rich b*tch, probably 'cause I'm rich, b*tch
I feel like I'm Rick James
Run up on me, chopper hit your ass like, "Okay"
Black bullets hit your f*ckin' body like Luke Cage, huh
It's a motherf*ckin' outrage, n*gga
These n*ggas make me mad thinking they can compete
I swear to God, they flow ain't nothin' to me
But Juice WRLD 999, he's something to see
It's so hard when he rap that it's make-believe
"He can't be freestylin' that sh*t for real, he be writing it"
Nah, this off the dome, I do it to be excitin'
I feel like a Buddha or somethin', my flow is enlightening
But I'm not with that folly sh*t
Pop it like an ollie, b*tch
I was off the molly in a party with a b*tch that's acting faker than a Barbie, kid
Run up, you get grilled just like a Que, ain't talking barbe', kid
I'm the type to top-, oof, hold on watch this
Chopper on my side, it's 'bout the size of a hockey
sh*t, I shoot it in your brain and see your thoughts, psychologist
I been goin' harder than the hardest
Put my arm up in the rim, I feel like Vince, I feel like Carter
I been ballin' like a starter
Put my di*k inside your daughter
Matter of fact, b*tch, I'm your father
n*ggas thinkin' that they gettin' it, but I'm tellin' 'em, "Why bother?"
Make him disappear like Potter
I swear to God I was whippin' all this crack up in this pot
I'm making music for the problems
Yeah, I'm making music for the problems, yeah
I'm known to make hits, take b*tches and take pills
I make thrills, chase thrills and make mills
I eat meals and chill out with my bro
Chris Mills, we pop willy like Meek Mills
I'm in the cut gettin' head from a b*tch
After that she could be dead, I wouldn't give a f*ck
She get on her knees and it's ironic that she get on her knees so Juice WRLD could live it up
That b*tch said that she ready to give it up
I said, "Pull your panties down, baby, the jig is up"
I seen a bunch of crack pipes and cigarettes
I ain't wanna f*ck her, no way, serve to her mother, bruh
Huh, that's word to your mom
If you looking for me I'm probably puttin' di*k in your mom
If you looking for me I'm probably putting sh*t in your mom
If you looking for me I'm probably tryna sniff with your mom, huh
I feel like the bomb, Osam'
You ain't on sh*t, n*gga, really, dot com
You don't really know the sh*t that I'm on
You don't really know this spliff, my mind gone

[Verse 6]
Hi kids, do you like? Uh, huh
Look, mhm
Hi kids, do you like Oxy?
Do you wanna get it poppin' like a molly? Prolly
Rockstar, lookin' up to Chief Keef and Ozzy
Bombing like a motherf*cking kamikaze
Hit him in his face with the chopper, sorry
That b*tch finna sing like an opera, Harley
I'ma box him out, left, right, I feel like Ali
I'ma play your b*tch like her first name Atari
I'ma grill the pus*y like it's fresh calamari
Try me if you want, that chopper on me get to killin'
Blood all on the floor, you know that sh*t just got to spillin'
I don't give a f*ck, n*gga, I'm such an evil villain
Louis V 'Preme on my shirt cost ten bands
Pull up on the scene, chopper hit you and your best friend
Married to the money even though I am the best man
She hold my di*k like a mic she was testin'
It's time to spazz on a track, that's what I do, uh-uh
Gun sing like Erykah Badu, uh-huh
Throw your body in the bottom of the bayou
So rich, motherf*cker, I could buy you
Don't try me, but n*gga, I will try you
I hope your ass ready to die, dude
Choppa on me, leave your mama traumatized, dude
Like a bunch of chicken, you will get fried, ooh
I'm from Chicago where n*ggas don't live to see 20
But then again I made it out and got a lot of money
I'm 19, I got a couple f*cking months left
My birthday December second
So please don't step in my motherf*cking direction
'Cause if I feel threatened, I'm upping a Smith & Wesson
I put it to your face, best believe I'ma get it bustin'
I'm spazzing on a track, got an AK like a Russian
I hit you in your head like a motherf*cking concussion
I've been causing combustion
Something-ness out of nothing
Twenty-three in my Glock, I said it the last time I was on the Westwood
Twenty-three in my Glock, boy, shooting like Jumpman, Jumpman, uh-huh
I rapped for a hour last time
After that I f*cked your b*tch in the shower that's fine, huh
I rapped for a hour last time
After that, I f*cked your auntie in the shower, that's fine
I f*cked your auntie then your mother
Then I put a f*cking bullet hole right up in your uncle
I got the f*cking ball and I refuse to f*cking fumble
I'm confident as f*ck, I'm really tired of being humble
These n*ggas really thinking that they better but they not, though
He say he want beef, I got them shells, let's make some tachos
You know I get, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
He say he want beef, I got them shells, let's make some tacos
He say he get cheese, I get cheese, that sh*t is not yours
I get cheese like nachos, uh-huh
That chopper on my hip, you run up, I'ma give you quanthro
I shoot through your Monte Carlo, uh, haha
On my shoes is your car note
You get scanned like a bar-code
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 7]
Eminem is like, "I'm cancerous
Diss, you wouldn't want to answer this
Responded back, battle rap, wrote for Canibus"
Shout-out Em, man
Spazz on some of the racks, oh, mm
Pockets fat, you know I got the racks on
Clothes still got the tags on
Boast on a n*gga, I'ma brag, um
I'm feeling like the champion
Different approach on this beat
I feel like the best if you askin' me
I'm balling on these hoes like an athlete
I don't think anyone gon' come better after me
Look at the way I spazz, this is off the top, looking like a wave cap Choppa with the mags, shoot you in your ass
Leave you in the past
Memory in the past, now it's getting to the cash
Freestyle flows, I don't write it, nuh-uh
Off the top, tryna kick it and I hope I don't jag
Bad little b*tch in the back of a Benz
I'ma probably get behind it and hit it from the back
Gotta tune in and kill sh*t every day, ho
Pull up on the scene, chopper give you a halo
World in my hands and I treat it like Play-Doh
I love Xbox but I really don't play, ho
I'm on to the next sh*t, I'm on to the next cash
I'm smoking on the best kush, rollin' the best gas
Pull up in a black Benz, I do not f*ck with Jags
You know what's up, n*gga
Your b*tch gon' f*ck, n*gga
I'm sippin', lean inside my cup, ain't Robituss', n*gga
Ain't with that tussling sh*t, my chopper tussle for me
I promise you I'm a bully, I keep on getting money
These n*ggas walk it, they walk it, I told 'em that I run it
I'm kicking it off the dome, that's how a n*gga coming
I'm kicking it off the dome, that's how a n*gga boming
I'm drinking Henny with pills, you know a n*gga vomit
I'm drinking Henny with pills, you know a n*gga vomit
Listen to the way I spazz
I'ma kill 'em, put 'em in a body bag, maybe even a body cast
Sick of all the Percocets, where the f*ck the molly at?
Ran a train up on your mom, she looking for trolly
Get it popping like it's Tony Hawk, ain't talking 'bout an ollie
Yeah, but I may just pop an ollie
Used to skate in the hallways every Friday
Huh, get it poppin' like an ollie
I remember I was sitting in my basement
Thinking 'bout the clothes that I can't get
Look at me now, I'm up right now
A n*gga still got the nerve to say I'm up next
Three times platinum on a song, beat that
I'm the best motherf*cker, defeat that
I ain't— hoo
I turned my phone off 'cause I don't really want no motherf*ckin' feedback
I got a f*cking bad b*tch where my feet at
And a bunch of, mm, ha
I'm tryna body this beat, boy
Hahahaha, sh*t

[Verse 8]
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Back in London, I'm home
Feel like it's my second home
This is where Juice WRLD roams
I feel like it's my second, uh
I'm the best wit' it, quick witted
I kill n*ggas, I switch clips
Same way I end sentences, n*gga, I'm so relentless
Pull up on the scene, my chopper just like a pencil, lead
Shoot him in the head, motherf*cker
A couple times, he gon' be dead, motherf*cker
Now his mom calling to the feds, motherf*cker
"Look at my son laying in the bed," motherf*cker
Ran up in his crib like the repo' man
I gave his b*tch wood like a Home Depot, man, huh
Chopper on my hip just like a Pringles can
Desert Eagle on my hip like I'm a Eagles fan
I'm the type to kill all your people, man
I'm not good, hell nah, I'm an evil man
I'm above y'all, we are not equal, man
Before and after, prequel and the sequel, man
I'ma be here for a long ass time
You think you better than me then you lost your mind
I'm Stevie Wonder with it, I will rob you blind
I'm looking for the answers that they can't find
I came to Westwood to spit some facts, motherf*cker
I came to Westwood to spit some crack, motherf*cker
I came to Westwood to get it back, motherf*cker
Your b*tch is over here, I hit it like— oof
Your b*tch is over here, I hit it like, ooh
I pulled up in a Ghost, peekaboo, the new coupe
You got a problem, that's okay, I got the gun, ooh
Rich n*gga, probably could f*ck up on the principal
I give a f*ck about the principles, gotta seal lock the envelope
I feel like I'm Travis Scott 'cause I'm doper than all the antidote
That b*tch is on my di*k, I'ma put it in her, you know she trope
I'ma put it in her, you know she choke
I don't got they time for the trolls
I could put that sh*t up on my soul
Run up on me, chopper hit you in your face like it's over with
I'm sicker than a n*gga with a cold and sh*t
These n*ggas old as f*ck, they got mold and sh*t
I really wanna give them my condolences
To tell them that it's over and to let the new n*ggas prosper
How you my father? n*gga, I'm your father
How you my father? n*gga, I'm your father
Sayin' you my father, n*gga, why bother?
I don't got no father, n*gga, I'm harder without a father
I put that on your daughter
Uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 9]
Uh-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
That was his flow on this song, right?
*mumbling*
Tour bus full of bottles and models and b*tches who swallow
Got guns full of hollows, put you out your sorrow
I'm rappin' on Eminem beats 'cause I follow the leaders
That n*gga's a beast
I feel like a monster or maybe a goblin
A straight Jeffrey Dahmer, put di*k in your mama
Neck like a ostrich, I'm fly, f*ck a copper
Can't judge me at all, put the Johnnie to Cochran
My flow brazy, it's crazy, insane
And the fact that I made it, these f*ck n*ggas hatin' it
I remember playin' this game in my basement
Sayin' I would make it and f*ckin' complainin'
Mama on the link, car, food, and the fridge
But we was still strugglin', ballin', triple-doublin'
Damn near had two jobs, tryna keep up
Worked at my school just so I could stay up in there, uh
Now I gotta bless her, now I gotta bless her
Now I gotta f*ck on a b*tch named Vanessa
Her chest the best, huh, her breasts the best, uh
Now I'm ballin', next up, now I'm ballin', next up
This sh*t'll upset, I'm f*ckin' the world like it's rough sex
Got head from a white b*tch, I call it a roughneck
I'm ball on these b*tches like Rucker or somethin'
Money makin', rich motherf*cker or somethin'
My flow is crazy, it's brazy
I told you, you run up then you will get cranked like a soldier
Make like composers, I promise it's over
Everything but sober, I do her like homework
n*ggas think they in it but they not
They been trippin', catch 'em slippin', I'ma shoot 'em with the Glock
I been ballin' like a Piston, sh*t, I do this sh*t a lot
All this sh*t is really all a part of my evil plot
This is world domination, triple 9 in this b*tch
Chiropractor with the chopper, break your spine when it hit
I been ballin' like I'm Kobe or LeBron in this b*tch
Matter fact, I'm feelin' like I'm in my prime in this b*tch
This sh*t finna do numbers on YouTube, trust me
Hoes gon' love me, they all wanna f*ck me
Even if I'm ugly, I know I'm not ugly
I been movin' around too much, trust me
Chopper on my hip with a clover on it, lucky
My chopper like a thotty, I pull it out, it's busting
I really don't got time for none of the discuss-ting
I promise all I'm smoking all this pack, super musty
Off of the dome
This sh*t comin' off of the dome
And I'm comin' all for your domes
This sh*t comin' off of the dome
I make hits and take sh*ts on these n*ggas that think that they better than me, but they not, go figure
Keep the Tommy in my Tommy, lil' n*gga, Hilfigers
I'ma ball, I'ma swish, lil' n*gga
I remember smoking swishers with my brother and now it's backwoods
Run up on me, chopper hit you and leave you in backwoods
If you lookin' for me then I'm probably up to no good
Runnin' through your hood with probably some more goods
Water whippin' in the kitchen, flippin' it like chicken
Run up, chopper hit him, put him into su-submission
Don't give a f*ck about n*ggas, neither, or b*tches
I promise you I'm only focused on gettin' them riches
You see it, believe it, white Justin Bieber
My swag super hot like I caught me a fever
Bring the house down like Queen, no Latifah
You'll get smoked like a blunt, no Khalifa
Boolin' on top with a thot from the block
Give me top, you get hit with the Glock
All my n*ggas get money, best believe it or not
Run up on me, leave you shot
Best believe I'm on top
Juice WRLD like Pac, shoutout 2Pac
Without him I wouldn't be here, believe it or not
Shoutout to Eminem, same situation
I been makin' all this money, I been money-makin'
I been soul snatchin', I been life takin'
They think I sold my soul, n*gga, I was just playin'
I just got this sh*t on my own, n*gga, I'm just sayin'
I just got this sh*t on my own, n*gga, I'm just sayin'
My flow is so intricate, intimate, killin' 'em, really I'm ripping it
Focused like Ritalin, n*gga, you get it, don't get it
Forget me, lil' n*gga
Proactively poppin' like zits, lil' n*gga
On Westwood boolin', back smokin' pack
With a b*tch rollin' 'thrax for me
'Cause I don't know how to roll Backwoods
But it's all good, I'ma get my sh*t back
Ridin' up, like a pimp, lil' n*gga, you get your sh*t slapped, n*gga
Just like slick back, n*gga
Break you off like a candy, n*gga, no KitKat, n*gga
All my n*ggas get money, best to believe that, n*gga
Over-chieve all the n*ggas, overachieve that n*gga
They lookin' at me like, "How we gon' overachieve that n*gga?
He 19, he went three times platinum
He wrote that song in twenty minutes, he just started rapping"
Nah, I been makin' it happen, huh
Ahahaha
They say, "Why your dreams super lucid?" Ahaha
Oh, chief, this beat hard as f*ck

[Verse 10]
His arms are sweaty
His face is sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
He ain't have a Perc' in a couple days, he ready, uh-huh, uh-huh
His face is sweaty, haha
His face is sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
He ain't have a Perc' in a couple days, he ain't ready
He got a show, he gotta perform and do his thing
But them withdrawals finna take his ass up out the game
Hell nah, I'ma keep fightin' and I'ma do me
My life is such a Blu-ray, it's such a movie
Your b*tch is such a thotty, she's such a groupie
That she ain't tell you she gave me all of her coochie
Lose yourself in this music, this moment, you own it, you better never let it go
And it's like a seed to plant when you rap and you spazz and you gotta throw it on and watch this sh*t grow
I pull up, I'm shootin' out the coupe, it's red on the f*cking white 'Cause I killed your ass in the snow
I'm ballin' out the roof with my troops, we do what we do
I just gotta let you know
I spazz on this track like the best f*cking rapper
When I freestyle off the top I'm the best f*cking rapper
He sayin' sh*t he don't do, that n*gga is an actor
And if it's up to me, he's not really a benefactor
I turned him into fractions
I rap and then I watch y'all reactions
They like, "How the f*ck he made this sh*t happen?"
Like a poetry slam, I got 'em snapping, yeah
Hold the applause, I put di*k in your broad
I put di*k in your mom, I put di*k in the world
Give a f*ck about sh*t, I'm a f*ck on a b*tch
I'm a count up the grip then put a di*k in your girl
I don't care about nothin' but this money
And God, I'ma pray every day that I make it—
Out some time, she call me Allah
I don't want that title, baby, I'm not God, I don't forgive
My n*ggas runnin' into your crib
Killin' everybody, they even got some bloods on the bib
There's blood on the leaves, I'm listenin' to Kanye and sh*t
It's three K for the wrist, I'm feeling like I'm André again
I get to servin' crackers, feelin' like an Entrée again
I'm up in a different island f*ckin' on a Bombay chick
I give a f*ck about you, I give a f*ck about your b*tch
I kill your ass, and then I tell you to rest in p*ss
Rest in clips, rest in this, you can take the rest of this
Michael Jackson with flow, I'm cardiac arrest this sh*t
R.I.P. to the king, yeah, king of pop, sh*t
Run up on me, chopper play you like the king of rock, sh*t
Aerosmith with the gun, haha
Aerosmith with the gun
No guitar, Aerosmith with the gun
Willow, hahaha
Yeah, man
I make it look simple
Chopper hit your face and get blood on your dimples
More than some acne problems, bigger than a pimple
Choppa hit your face and give your forehead a nipple, hahaha
For really though
These n*ggas really thinking that they in it, no
We can get it poppin' like a wheelie, ho
Philly sh*t, ain't talkin' 'bout Meek Milly, ho
But shoutout Meek Milly though, uh
I'm getting this money
I'ma stack it, flip it, I keep it one hundred
I'm gettin' this money
Stack it and flip it, I'm keepin' it one hundred
I'm gettin' this money
Stack it and flip it, I'm keepin' it one hundred
Uh, there's more of this beat left? Alright
Back on my rap sh*t, even on my trap sh*t
Blood everywhere, you gon' need more than a napkin
n*ggas really be cappin'
Me, I just be snappin'
Looking at these n*ggas like, "Why the f*ck you acting?"
Who the f*ck you asking for money?
Ain't no hand-outs, I got it on my own, dummy
Yeah, I got my own money
Yeah, I own money
Pull up on the scene, pockets full of old money
Still new money, sad money, blue money
One-thousand, two-thousand, yeah, I got a few hundred thou' on me
I'ma shoot a motherf*cker with a .40 cal, homie
I'ma probably load it up and blow him down, homie
I could rap all day, I could spit facts
This a big ass gun, you better get back
I don't really got time for the chit-chat
I don't really got time for the chit-chat
Bad b*tch on my line wanna f*ck
I remember I was down, I ain't had no luck
Now she telling me, "Come through," she want me to bust
I said hell nah, baby, I ain't tryna get a nut
Off you, but I could f*ck on your friend for the irony
Excitingly, off the molly the whole entirely time
But I don't wanna do that sh*t
I'll probably just play her ass like Aerosmith, uh
You better lose it, I'm making love and I'm making music
Your b*tch on my di*k, it ain't nothin' else to it
I broke up with my b*tch, she was useless
Don't give a f*ck about sh*t, uh, uh
Don't give a f*ck about sh*t, aha
Don't give a f*ck about sh*t, uh-huh
Don't give a f*ck, hahahaha

[Verse 11]
I feel like the bestest
My flow fresh to death, it's deadlier than some asbestos
I feel like a teacher, I could teach your ass a lesson
Choppa turn your ass into some f*cking sloppy seconds
n*gga, it's a preference
Call me a reverend 'cause I can show you how to get your b*tch-ass to heaven
I feel like a lil' kid in my adolescence
I ain't scared of sh*t, I got my Smith & then my Wesson
Spazzin' on this b*tch, feel like a dragon on this b*tch
I'm off a Xanax, tryna plan it like I'm draggin' in this b*tch
Run up on me, chopper hit you
It get a n*gga licked just like a motherf*cking tongue
I f*ck your b*tch from the back while the b*tch speak in tongues
She give me head but she dumb, give me head 'til she numb
Clip stickin' out the f*cking gun like a sore thumb
n*gga, you ain't on none
Brother locked up for real, call that n*gga Akon
I don't really give a f*ck about sh*t
'Cause n*ggas don't know what the f*ck that I'm on
Look up, saw my n*gga dead, f*ck it, he gone
Had to shed a couple tears but I had to move on
Now I'm balling on these hoes like the play-offs
Balling like the play-offs
They say hard works pays off
I'm waiting for the payoff
I'm up in UK with Westwood spittin' crazy sh*t
Run up on me, chopper on me, that sh*t over with
Like I said, I grip a K, Union Soviet
Life's a gamble when I'm taking all your poker chips
Juice WRLD is in your world
di*k in your girl, I rule the world
Diamonds shining, believe the pearls
Pull up on a scene, chopper make him hurl
He so scared that he vomiting
Eyes red but I ain't with that demonic sh*t
She do coke, movin' faster than Sonic, b*tch
VVS shining bright like Trons and sh*t
Transform in that b*tch, Megatron and sh*t
Tryna put my whole f*cking team on and sh*t
9-9-9 club, what you on, lil' b*tch?
Chopper like a magic trick, it get you gone, lil' b*tch
Call of Duty with that UZI how I'm spawnin' sh*t
With that Twitter beef, I ain't with that respondin' sh*t
Like I said, I'm ballin' on 'em, no LeBron and sh*t
Don't believe me, you could ask your f*cking mom, lil' b*tch, ha
Yeah, let me talk my sh*t
Hop out this chair real quick and I'll walk my sh*t, ha
And I'ma sit back down
I'ma keep it chill and probably gonna smoke my spliff, uh
I make it look easy, I make it look simple
Your b*tch really sleazy, she bustin' like pimples
She really get it poppin'
And after that she expected me to take her shoppin'
b*tch, you got two options; hop in this Uber or hop in the cab
I don't really wanna do ya
But if you got a problem I'll put one in your medulla
My gun bisexual, you know it's finna do her
Haha, haha
Library book ho, I had to go renew her, haha
I'm the sh*t, no manure
I done got it out the gutter, I was raised up in the sewer, huh
What you wanna do, sir?
My chopper got a special aim for a loser
And your b*tch on my di*k, she's a chooser
I met her sendin' nudes on computers
She on her laptop, gettin' it bustin' on Skype, givin' her backshots
Wait 'til the beat drop, I'm such a bad kid
I'm such a Boondock, my brother had the crack rock sittin' in his tube socks
He used to sell that sh*t
Had clients up in Texas, he used to mail that sh*t
I'm getting buckets like LeBron, I had to pail that sh*t
Chopper hit your f*cking face just like some hail and sh*t
I'm talking H-A— ooh
I keep wanting to throw shade, bro, but I can't even do it
I be havin' to— 'cause look, when I freestyle, I be seein' the line
I like, see the line in my head before I say it, and I just knew that sh*t was going, nope, ha

[Verse 12]
Nope, nope, nope, nope
I'm not tryna get in no trouble
I ball out like triple, no double
My flow go too Nipsey, no Hussle
I call plays and I don't even set huddles
I get her wet, you just get a puddle
I get a lake, and then I swim in it and act like I didn't eat, haha
On these beats, I'ma beast
It's Thanksgiving in the bank, I walk in and have a feast, ha
I tell that n*gga, "Rest in peace," rest in pieces with my piece, hit his face to take his piece
I don't take chains, I buy 'em
I don't take drugs, I try 'em
God forbid that I end up dyin'
I'ma live forever, best believe I'm too defiant
I'm a champion, I'm a f*cking mogul
If you run up on me, then it's f*cking over
Like a bad relationship, it's gon' be f*cking over
Choppa knock your ass out and put you in a f*cking coma
The sh*t I smoke'll make you die, n*gga
The pills I pop'll make you cry, n*gga
And where I'm from, it's homicide, n*gga
No animals, but we lettin' the llamas fly, n*gga, ha
For real, uh, I'm finna keep going, uh-huh, for real, uh, uh-huh, yeah, for real
On the real, I wonder why these n*ggas hatin' on me
Like I'm sittin' at a table, they been waitin' on me
They been sittin' for a minute, they been waiting to eat
I'm the only one that eats around this b*tch, it's a feast for me
We are not equal at all
I'm going hard motherf*cker, and that is my job, uh
Focused to the point they think I'm on Adderal
But I ain't sh*t but Percs and high cholesterol, uh
Watch yourself
Choppa breaking bad, n*gga, that's what's up
Never gave a f*ck about the b*tch you f*cked because I f*cked her before you f*cked, n*gga, what's up?
He say he wanna box, I got my hand on my Glock
That .40 came with a .30 so we gon' call that a c*ck
No homo, I'm straight, I gave your b*tch my c*ck
I f*cked her every day, the clip is never stocked
I keep a hundred in the chopper at all times
And all I know is money 'cause it's on my mind
I promise you that I'm ballin' on, prime-time
That Rollie on my wrist looking like the sunshine
Almost bought a Patek, all baguettes, motherf*cker
f*ck your b*tch, she gon' sweat to keep sweat, motherf*cker
Choppa just like a pus*y, it'll wet a motherf*cker
I feel like off a Xanny I'll forget a motherf*cker
I still see these Perkies in my room
n*ggas dirty but my choppa is a broom
Give a f*ck about you, it's all me, n*gga
I'ma run that sh*t just like a track meet, n*gga
Off the dome, kickin' sh*t, it's just me, n*gga
That's just how I want this sh*t to f*cking be, n*gga
I feel like a fighter, boy, my gun'll beat n*ggas
Mission complete n*ggas, it'll defeat n*ggas, ha
Who are you to me, n*gga?
Really I'm out of your league, n*gga
I'm never tired, you got fatigue, n*gga
Three days since I eat and sleep, n*gga, ha
I been up for a long time
I don't even think I'm in my right mind
But it's all good, nevermind
Let me switch it up and say some better lines, ha

[Verse 13]
Uh, [mumbling] boss, I'm finna, uh
Yeah, I'm finna boss up, finna gloss on 'em
Arsenal, mm-mm, arse-na-na
I like that, lemme see if I can run with that, uh, huh
Lately, I'm flossin', I feel like a boss
These n*ggas fresh out of the closet
Run up, get off, chopper on me make a deposit
You get dropped off, n*gga, get popped off
This sh*t dead, motherf*cker, ain't talkin' Nate Dogg
Want beef? Chopper'll hit you, ain't talkin' steak sauce
You lookin' for you homie? He up in the graveyard
Chopper tear his face off, wasn't a face-off
I just shot his face off, it was a face-off
n*gga, what you wanna? You'll just get smoked like a blunt of marijuana
Every day I'm rollin' up strong, smoking Ganja, pressure
I'll be that way forever, I ain't givin' no effort
Get her wetter, I feel like Bill Cosby on Molly, rockin' the sweater
Pull up, I got that chopper on me, it's a Beretta, ha
Yeah, that b*tch a Beretta
I don't gotta prove sh*t to nobody
You can catch me f*ckin' thots in your party
f*ck that sh*t, I am a homebody
You lookin' for your b*tch? I got your ho body
Please don't tell nobody, they don't know 'bout it
I took your ho out it
I f*cked her from the back and then I took her soul out her
I feel like I'm Kendrick, I'm finna lose control out here, huh, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like I'm Kendrick, I'm finna lose control out here
These n*ggas dirty up in the ground like a mole out here
I'm ballin' on these n*ggas, it feel like a prowl out here
I'm ballin' on these n*ggas, I feel like a pro out here
I'm outerspace, shout out to NASA
Chains on me, I'm not a slave, I'm a master
Graduate with these flows, n*gga, I feel like a master
A tornado or somethin', I'm a natural disaster
I walk up in your house and put your head through the plaster
I never had a father, yeah, I always been bast*rd
You run up, that's okay, that chopper turn you to f*ckin' blast
Uh-nuh, bast*rd, uh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh
Man, this sh*t easy

[Verse 14]
Damn, damn
You listen to my freestyles
You probably think I'm a misogynistic rasick, racist-ass n*gga, mind racing
My mind is in three different places
I don't f*ck with n*ggas, I'm racist
Rollin' up gas in the basement
Shakin' her ass like a Haitian, ha
Shakin' her ass, I'm impatient
I'm just tryna smash on the daily, all the way turnt up
Roscoe Dash try to play me, chopper get you burnt up
I'ma ball on these hoes, n*gga
You know us, it's no fuss, it's ten K to show up
On TNT, I blow up
Listen to the way that I spazz off the top of the dome just like a wave-cap
MAC-11 hit you where your motherf*ckin' face at
While you eatin' dinner, now I got your brains on your placemat
Where the f*ck could you place that?
He dirty as f*ck, when the f*ck did he say that?
I say what I want, I do what I want
I do what you don't, I do what you won't
It's off of the dome, it's off of the top
My hand on my gun, that heat on my hip, I up it like it sun
That chopper on me 'cause I'm not the one
I'm from Chicago where n*ggas die every day, ho
Keep a gun on you to stay safe, oh
It's a damn shame to live like that
But I'd be damned if a n*gga shoot me right, uh
Uh-huh, let me catch this b*tch
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm just honest, mm
I run through the night like GLaDOS, I been ballin' like a maverick
Give a f*ck 'bout what you say, I'm gettin' money and I manage
I been high up in the sky, n*gga, I'm outlandish
I'm Gorillas in the Mist, you such a Kung Fu Panda
I'm sipping codeine, I got the dirtiest of Fanta
Three hoes in my lap, lil' n*gga, what you want from Santa?
You get jacked like o-lanterns
Tryna f*ck with the pattern, Louis V all on the pattern
Outerspace, I'm on Saturn with some n*ggas that'll kill 'em for me
Kill 'em for me, kill 'em for me
I'm on Saturn with some n*ggas that a kill 'em for me
Kill 'em for me, kill 'em for me
I remember dressin' being broke and bummy
Now I walk around looking like I got some money
Try me if you wanna, this sh*t gon' get ugly
My chopper leave a n*gga stinking, leave him musty
Leave him swimmin' with the crabs, now he Krusty
Chopper got a couple titties, super busty
I could really give a f*ck 'bout what you saying 'cause it's nothing
I am at your head like a concussion with combustion
I can rap all day
Off the top, ideas
I am the sh*t, boy
I am the diarrhea
I am the hardest
Balling like Harden
I am a starter
I am a Martian
I am a Spartan
I am a squad, I do not need a squadron
I'm going hard on your mom, I'ma bomb her
Hit from the back in a Gucci bomber
That n*gga funny, mm, no problem
These n*ggas pus*y, these n*ggas pus*y
Experienced like a vet but I am still a rookie
I feel like I'm Sesame, robbing them for they cookies
You run up, I hit him, that chopper leave his ass shook
Beefing on Facebook, get your face took
Shoot you in your face, give a f*ck 'bout how your face look
Stealin' faces, lil' n*gga, I'm such a face crook
Try to rob me, I shoot you, you know I face crooks
Did I say face? I meant deface 'em
Turn 'em to an ape, I Bathing Ape 'em
Cooking in the kitchen while they tried to run up on me
Now his brains all over my f*cking apron
Presidential brain from your main, Sarah Palin
Look at all my songs playing all on her playlist
Please don't get offended when I say this
I'm better than these other n*ggas, I ain't even playin'
Bad b*tch came from the motherlands
I'ma prolly f*ck his mama when his mother lands
Ha, haha, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 15]
Stan, b*tch
"It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad"
Uh, I can tell a story with this beat
Uh-huh, get headphones, hahaha
Here's a story about how I got rich
It happened all this year, I still don't know sh*t
It's hard to focus 'cause there's so much goin' on
I still think about my n*ggas, all the ones that's gone
Its been like eight months since this sh*t started
Its been like eight months since this sh*t started
Its been like eight months since this sh*t started, yeah
Its been like eight months since this sh*t started
Me and G Money at the beginning, choppin' it up
Talking about how much money was in the cut
Interscope on the line, they was hittin' us up
At some point, we weren't even picking it up
Now, I'm Interscope money, but I got my own money
I can show some
If I went to the strip club, I could throw some
But I don't owe them b*tches nothin', I don't pay for nothin'
Life is free when you live like me
Chopper hit your ass like, damn, he can't breathe
Stevie Wonder, when I rob, he can't see
Kill him on the news, it couldn't be me
I never lack
I see this sh*t, these n*ggas must have cataracts
I'm pullin' up, I'm shootin' out the Cadillac
You want smoke? Come over here, we can battle that
Uh, listen
I don't believe in competition
I got the drive like a brand new Bugatti engine
It's only me and myself, I don't need no henchmen
I'm not a God, like I said, so I'm not forgiven
I need to work on that, I need to work on it
I got a di*k for a reason, I watch her twerk on it
I put in work, never save her, don't go to church homie
Your run up on me, that chopper will leave you murked homie
I need to smoke a blunt, I haven't smoked, I just woke up, came to Westwood and spit facts
Uh
My choppa on me, like what's up, it's showing no love, it talk to her screaming, "Get back!"
Uh
These n*ggas ain't sh*t but a bunch of bad jokes
Popsicle ass n*ggas like did you get that ,uh
My choppa so damn horny, it'll f*ck anybody thats gon' get clapped
Uh, listen
I feel like the best
I put they ass into submission
Like I said, I never got no motherf*ckin' competition
I'm in it to win it
That choppa on me its killin'
I feel like Bruce Willis, I feel like Bruce Bannis
I feel like Michael Jordan going nuts like Planters
Off the top
Clip hanging out the gun, no banana
Scope up on the rifle, I can see yo ass hatin' n*gga
I can see yo ass hatin'
You still rocking Trues, boy yo goofy ass basic
I'on give a f*ck about sh*t that's all I'm sayin'
I'ma dye my hair like I said, I'ma Saiyan
I'ma say it, don't spray it, spray it, don't say it
Talk my sh*t then leave him layin' on the pavement
f*ck yo b*tch then act like I didn't do it
She may tell ya, that's not my fault
But it's all good 'cause *mumbling*
I wanna make a real song outta this beat I ain't gon' lie

[Verse 16]
Okay, yeah, yeah
Ghost like Danny Phantom
I'm in that ghost like Danny Phantom
Young rich and handsome
I gotta handgun
Took yo b*tch, didn't ask for ransom
Pull up on me, kill him out the random
Brand new gun, that sh*t is a scandal, yeah
Hit your soup can Campbell's, uh
My flow, you can't handle, uh
My flow, you can't handle
Treat your brain like eggs and scramble it, uh
I feel like Tim Hardaway in the fourth, the way I handle it, yeah
I feel like Tim Westwood, in the fourth, the way I'm sayin' sh*t, uh
The way I talk my sh*t, uh
I hop up out my seat, uh
And start to walk my sh*t, uh
I told them watch they feet like footwork
Choppa make a n*gga foot work
Hit you in yo' face, yo' face hurt n*gga
Hit you in yo' face, yo' face hurt n*gga
Run up on me, you get burnt n*gga
Bought my momma a new purse n*gga
Burkin, hell yeah I been workin'
Yo' b*tch on my di*k, you know that she twerkin', uh
Turned to a whole different person
I'm off the perkys, this sh*t be workin', uh
Sick of my ex, she all on my Instagram, she f*ckin' lurkin', uh
I don't got time for it, uh
I'm rockin' Tom Ford, uh
I'm in the black Porsche, uh
I'm in the four-door, uh
f*ckin' on four whores, uh, uh
Flip 'em on a mattress, parkour, uh
Ride my di*k just like Aladdin carpet, uh
Outer space, I'm up on Saturn, star sh*t
Switch the flow up
In the 'Rari I'm doin' doughnuts
Hold up, where the money at? yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
What's the hold up?
All the weed, I'ma roll up
All these police patrollin'
I'on really got time for them, got a magnum on me ain't talkin' Trojan
n*gga I'm gon' live in the moment
Bullets come in 3 like Jonas
And my gun sing like Jonas
Count it up, commas, exponents
I don't really give a f*ck, you know it
Bad b*tch on my di*k, she goin'
Hell yeah, she love the cocaine
Bobby Brown, she get to snowin' uh-huh, uh-huh
b*tch I'm lit, just like Bic
Even sound cold when I say basic sh*t
Don't give no f*ck, that's about sh*t
Look at me n*gga, what do I look like?
Rich, that's not even my name
They don't even know my name
It's just Juice WRLD to the game
Pull up on me okay, choppa take yo' life like a chain
I feel like I'm Prince sippin' on this purple rain
And you look like a b*tch, ha, throwin' shade, hahaha
Yeah, I say
I feel like I'm Prince pourin' up this purple rain
And you look like a b*tch over there throwin' shade
Uh, listen
Don't give a f*ck about n*ggas or b*tches you trippin'
f*ck with yo' feelings
Every day I count the money, I stack it and flip it
I get the winnings, lottery winnings, I get the winnings, lottery winnings, I get the winnings
I'm finna vibe on a b*tch
I'm getting high with yo' b*tch
She gon' kiss my other friend, she goin' bi' for this sh*t
f*ck her one time, then it's goodbye, ball prime time on a b*tch
Hell yeah, NBA 2K maybe live in the b*tch, hell yeah
I'm on Instagram live with yo' ho, uh
She showin' me titties, took a screenshot then I gotta go, uh
She came over to my hotel room, and you know I score, uh, uh
Now that lil' b*tch is my whore, uh
I got bro over there in the corner tweakin' off my sh*t, uh
Choppa like a plumber, leave you leakin' when it hit, uh
With the offense but I'm still with defense in this b*tch, uh
Stevie Wonder, even he didn't see this sh*t, ha, ayy, haa
I'm funny as hell, haha
I just be tryna catch vibes on beats, that sh*t funny
They be comin' out cold sometimes, hahaha
I'on even know what writin' is, I ain't write in a long time
I done checked my rollie at the f*cking wrong time
n*ggas say they can ball like this, them n*ggas offsides
All my n*ggas wavy as f*ck, n*gga we get high tide
Lookin' at me like look at his eyes, that n*gga too high
Lookin' at me like look at his wings, that n*gga too fly
That n*gga eatin' so damn good, ain't talkin' Five Guys
All these n*ggas pus*y, huh?
They must have 9 lives
All my n*ggas Mormon, huh, they must have 9 wives
Pull up with that choppa, uh, that b*tch take yo' life
Pull up to your hotel room, then I take yo' wife
Take her to my hotel room, it's gon' be a long night
In that ghost like poltergeist
Triple 9 all on my wrist
I could f*ck the pastor's wife
I don't have no father b*tch, always been a bast*rd right, always been a bast*rd right
I'ma rich ass bast*rd right
You a b*tch ass bast*rd right
Huh
All these n*ggas have to write
I'on have to write, all these n*ggas have to write
I'm fresh to death, I got this Louis from the afterlife, uh
Your b*tch suck on my di*k, she got a lil' overbite
Take her to the dentist
Prolly get her cleaned up
I bust all up in her system
And if she get pregnant from that, that's gon' be part of yo' children
Huh
I'm investin'
I spent 2 million on buildings, uh
I'm, huh, huh
In her intestines
Feel like the bestest
b*tch my flow deadly, no asbestos, uh
Woof, huh
Teach his ass a lesson, hahaha
Gon' teach his ass a lesson
I done made like 6 songs in here, I ain't gon' reference none of that sh*t though, right, might as well dance for the rest of it, haha
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
One more thing though
Lemme talk my sh*t
Lemme f*ck yo' b*tch
I'ma go get rich on they ass
Run up on me, that choppa hit you and leave your ass prehistoric, the past
All I know is count grips, stack chips, all that n*gga I'm in love with the cash
I ain't talkin' about Burkin, and Gucci, and Louis, but b*tch I'm in my bag
I had to get serious for a fecond hmm
Serious for a second, hmm
Paul Walker in the 'Rari I feel like Fast & Furious for a second, uh
Slap yo b*tch up, that lil' b*tch delirious for a second, uh
Monkey ass n*gga, you look like George, too curious for a second, uh
f*ck that b*tch when I'm in it
I'on give no f*ck about no competition
Pull up on the team, my choppa hit him, he gon' need a doctor n*gga
My gun sing, haha
Gun sing like an opera, n*gga, yeah, yeah, yeah
n*ggas fake, they deserve an Oscar n*gga, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Haa, pipe up, pipe up, b*tch, ha-ha-ha