Eyes Closed (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD & D. Savage]
Hold on, wait, ayy
b*tch, wait (Ayy, b*tch, wait)
Hop out [?] told that b*tch, "Skate" (Told that b*tch, "Skate")
Ayy, I freestyle on IG live all day (Ayy, ayy)
Ksubi no Balmain (Ayy, ayy), Barack Obama, I need all change (Ayy, ayy)
Die my nails, I dare a n*gga that think it's sweet though (Ayy, ayy)
Flamin’ hot, my glizzy like a bag of Cheetos (Pag of Cheetos)
Chip up on my shoulder, n*gga, ain't talkin' FreeDOS (Ain’t talkin' FreeDOS)
Choppa stitch 'em up, I call that f*ck n*gga Lilo (Yeah)
Free my n*ggas, ayy, we stitch him, Lilo (Ayy)
Pull up and we, ayy, leavin' halos (Ayy, halo)
All my n*ggas (Ayy, yeah), dumpin' hollows (Dumpin' hollows)
Keep on talkin' (Yeah, yeah), you gon' sorrow (Hold on)
That b*tch suck and swallow (Huh, yeah)
You won’t live to see tomorrow (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up in that ’Rari, but I stole it like a Monte-Carlo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look at my wrist, my VVS, that sh*t cost like your car now (Yeah, uh)
Skate on your b*tch, no barcode (Yeah, uh)
Run up on him, that gun blow (Yeah, uh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Freestyle flow, ooh, ayy
Freestyle flow, ooh, ayy
I'm f*ckin’ yo' b*tch, ooh, ayy (I'm f*ckin' yo’ b*tch)
Freestyle flow, ooh, ayy (Freestyle flow)
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch, ooh, ayy (f*ckin' yo' b*tch)
Freestyle flow (Hold on, hold on)
Young rich n*ggas (Ayy, yeah), with some dope (With somе dope)
Freestyle flow (Freestyle flow)
Freestylе flow, wait, ayy, ayy
I got a cup (Ayy), I drop a four, what? Uh (Yeah)
I'm fiendin' for lean (Nah, for real), so I drop so more (Nah, for real)
Off-White coat (Ayy, what?) exclusive, ho, ayy, ayy (Ayy, what?)
Beat it up, I'm abusive, ho (hmm, b*tch)
b*tch I'm hot as hell, lucif ho, huh, ayy, ayy
Dreamin' on they ass, lucid ho, yeah, ayy, ayy
Gucci my bag, that sh*t not for fashion (Go, ooh, for real)
I'm gon' keep a Magnum in this b*tch, I'm 'bout the action (Ooh, yeah, yeah)
n*ggas talkin' dumb to me but I ain't with that cappin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
D. Savage said "What's brakkin'?", so we gon' get it brakkin' (Yeah, yeah, r-ra)
Yeah, ayy, if you got problems with him, that's problems with me (For real, uh-huh)
You talkin' dumb I pull up on 'em, shoot it and flee out the scene (Yeah)
I mix the Xan with the lean (Oh), I mix the Perc with the beans (For real)
I got more money than these n*ggas (Huh), It ain't nothin' to me (Yeah)
I run up the money, I run it (b*tch)
I'm in the cut with a gunner (Uh)
I'm busy ballin' like thunder (Yeah)
Drip or Drown sh*t like I'm Gunna (For real)
[Bridge: Juice WRLD & D. Savage]
CB on the beat, ho
Yeah, I'm finna record it
Yeah, geekin' in the studio, that part, that easy b*tch
sh*t
Tell 'em, when real n*ggas get in the stu', that's when real sh*t get made, man
Yeah-yeah-yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
You dig?
In my double cup, I sip Wock', uh
b*tch I sip a lot
But I sip...

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD & D. Savage]
[...]
World is my toilet, b*tch I sh*t a lot
I walk my sh*t, but, yeah, I talk my sh*t a lot (Though for real)
Your b*tch talk too much, put my di*k in her mouth (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say she gon' suck or nothin'
He wanna fight, that .45 hit him with the uppercot
Shoot him in the stomach, keep that sh*t 'til he had enough
b*tch, I'm rich...