Juice WRLD – Tim Westwood Freestyle (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Throwback to Juice WRLD’s Hour Freestyle of Fire Over Eminem Beats, “Tim Westwood Freestyle”. Listen, stream, watch the video, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Tim Westwood.

Juice Wrld Tim Westwood Freestyle

Juice WRLD was the best freestyler from his generation. The late Chicago artist could create hit songs off the dome, freestyling many of the songs on his Death Race For Love album and exhibiting his skills on more than one occasion.

During his radio appearances, he proved that he was the Freestyle King, outclassing other members of the youthful rap game with bars that actually made sense and came naturally to him. Juice went in for over an hour, doing light work over “My Name Is” and other classic beats.

The way words just come to him is something special to watch. Clearly, Juice could do this unconsciously, coming up with flows, clever punchlines, and words to fill in the blanks in his sleep.

There are plenty of moments in this hourlong freestyle that stand out, but the way that he doesn’t tire out and continues dropping fire after fire after fire makes this one of the most defining moments of Juice WRLD’s legendary career.

On the anniversary of this freestyle, we look back and remember Juice’s incredible ability to float over any beat thrown his way, often coming out of the booth with a hit.

Juice WRLD – Tim Westwood Freestyle (prod. Tim Westwood)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Tim Westwood & Juice WRLD]
Youtube.com/TimWestwoodTV
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
We’re back on Westwood, bitch
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 bitch, that’s a brand new thing
Broke up with my bitch, now she my side bitch
Text me on my side-kick, huh, yeah
She gon’ keep the strap in her purse like a dyke bitch
Run up, she fire shit, uh, yeah
Nigga, just lose it, niggas be faker than optical illusions
Run up on me, that chopper skip to conclusions
I don’t give a fuck with your bitch, 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 dick 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 pussy now, huh?
Ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, guess you a pussy 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
Bitches pay me like taxes
On the mattress, hittin’ backflips
Ride me, carpet, Aladdin
Outerspace, boolin’ on Saturn
Give a fuck what you say, I don’t really care about nothin’ but the money I manage
Hoes on me, they wanna fuck too, though
Outerspace, I been pullin’ on Pluto
Bad bitch, huh
Hot like a motherfucker hit the bitch up in June, woah, ayy, ayy
Summertime sadness
Off the Xan’, tryna figure out what’s up though
Bad bitch, uh, tryna fuck 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 dick 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 motherfuckin’ global warmin’, ho
Then again, I’m colder than a freezer
Fuck your bitch, 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 Jessie White the way I up the bitch 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 shit, I’m a rich ass a-hole, huh
Yeah, just lose it, uh-huh, uh-huh-huh, just lose it
Bad bitch, look, the fuck 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 bitch wanna fuck, I got off the Bacardi
Run up on me, I’ma hit ’em, chopper crackin’ like Pilates
I ain’t ever give a fuck, motherfucker, catch a body
I was in the cut with a bitch from Tacoma
Smoking on pack, you can smell the aroma
Young ass nigga 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’ motherfuckers like it’s homework
Clip stickin’ out like a motherfuckin’ boner
This is my flow, it’s not a motherfucking loaner
Only one of me, ain’t no motherfucking cloners
Ballin’ on these hoes like Adrian, Adrian
Knock ’em out, lil’ nigga, like Adrian 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 nigga 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 nigga
Hit the bitch from the back, that’s a no ask, nigga
Huh, already know, ass-nigga
Run up on me, chopper on me, I’ma blow, ass-nigga
Walk around like I don’t even know that nigga
Boppin’ on the bitch like Kodak, nigga
Up, down, left, right, cheat code that nigga
Haha, hahahaha
Bro, I said, “Up, down, left, right, cheat code that nigga,” 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
Fuck 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, I don’t know, 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 fucking hour
Uh, ain’t no competition, I’m not worried
.30 on me, Stephen Curry
Sippin’ dirty with a bitch that give me head just like she nerdy
I been shootin’, Larry Birdy
In that bitch like a surgeon
Put my dick in her throat, she get to regurgitatin’, uh, hahaha
Ignorant, yes, that’s me, uh
Catch a nigga like a taxi
Usain Bolt, run this shit just like a track meet, uh
Flexin’ up on ’em like an athlete, mm
Fuck nigga, you cannot surpass me, uh
That’s your bitch, 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 niggas are ass, anus
.40 aimin’, leave ’em brainless
Tote my stainless, fuck 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, bitch, I’m feeling like an Asian
Asian persuasion
Run up, then I’m blazing
In this fucking Bathing Ape blazer, amazing
I’m up in that new thang
Feeling like I’m Bruce Wayne
Kickin’ shit like Liu Kang
Sicker than some flu game
Jordan on me, flu game, nigga
Sixty points on ’em on that flu game, nigga
Look at the way that I do thangs
I’m with my clan like Wu-Tang, every day we hustlin’
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’m 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 shit look like a gun game
I just had to dread my hair because I couldn’t maintain
Now a nigga 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 fuck her for perfect timing
Rollie change colors like the climate
Diamonds on my neck, best believe them bitches 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, count it like a centipede
Twenty-one left in that Glock, I’ll shoot it out the century
I’m schooling niggas like it’s fucking Elementary
Prolly fucking these bitches and fucking ’em up mentally
Now, that’s just me

[Verse 4]
Westwood, you know we gettin’ cash, right?
Bad bitch, 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 pussy, you rookie
Chopper on my hip and it’s shootin’, mm, mm
Ho, chopper on my hip and it’s bad like Meghan Goodie
Bad little bitch, she gon’ give me all of her cookies
Bad little bitch 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 shit, this is not for little kids
Even though I’m going hard like a nigga Lil 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 nigga, drill-ass nigga
Go-and-pop-a-pill-ass nigga, real-ass nigga
Fuck how you feel, lil’ nigga, I’m real, lil’ nigga
I’m sick, I’m ill, lil’ nigga, for real, lil’ nigga, uh
Freestyle off the dome, kickin’ it for real
In the cut totin’ my steel like Keel
If you don’t kill the motherfucker, fuck 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 fuckin’ 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 shit got me layin’ on the couch
Like, what the fuck is all these fake pills about?
What the fuck 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 niggas died in the street
R.I.P. to all the niggas 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 niggas that’s boolin’ red, my flow go brazy
Shake like Haiti
Choppa on me, give your ass a plate
I don’t give a fuck, I might just fuck your bitch today
Young nigga and I’m feelin’ rich today
Scratch him off, lil’ lotto, no quick pick today
Burn a nigga like Jamaicans and incense today
Been the realest nigga 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 bitch and she got a real badass physique
I’ma fuck her one time while you beatin’ your meat
Haha, hahaha

[Verse 5]
Spazzin’ on this Westwood shit, 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 fuckin’ frontal lobe
Gotta let you know she gon’ dance, Gigolo
I’m a nigga, Jigaboo
With some money, with some dough
Ballin’ on these hoes like a motherfucking 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 niggas, how I’m finna put on
R.I.P. to all my niggas 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 fuck a rich bitch
I feel like a rich bitch, probably ’cause I’m rich, bitch
I feel like I’m Rick James
Run up on me, chopper hit your ass like, “Okay”
Black bullets hit your fuckin’ body like Luke Cage, huh
It’s a motherfuckin’ outrage, nigga
These niggas 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 freestyle and shit 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 shit
Pop it like an ollie, bitch
I was off the molly in a party with a bitch 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
Shit, 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 dick inside your daughter
Matter of fact, bitch, I’m your father
Niggas 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 bitches 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 bitch
After that she could be dead, I wouldn’t give a fuck
She get on her knees and it’s ironic that she get on her knees so Juice WRLD could live it up
That bitch 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 fuck her, no way, serve to her mother, bruh
Huh, that’s word to your mom
If you looking for me I’m probably puttin’ dick in your mom
If you looking for me I’m probably putting shit 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 shit, nigga, really, dot com
You don’t really know the shit 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 motherfucking kamikaze
Hit him in his face with the chopper, sorry
That bitch finna sing like an opera, Harley
I’ma box him out, left, right, I feel like Ali
I’ma play your bitch like her first name Atari
I’ma grill the pussy 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 shit just got to spillin’
I don’t give a fuck, nigga, 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 dick 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, motherfucker, I could buy you
Don’t try me, but nigga, 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 niggas 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 fucking months left
My birthday December second
So please don’t step in my motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 fucked your bitch in the shower that’s fine, huh
I rapped for a hour last time
After that, I fucked your auntie in the shower, that’s fine
I fucked your auntie then your mother
Then I put fucking a bullet hole right up in your uncle
I got the fucking ball and I refuse to fucking fumble
I’m confident as fuck, I’m really tired of being humble
These niggas really thinking 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 on, hold on, hold on, hold on
He say he want beef, I got them shells, let’s make some tacos
He say he get cheese, I get cheese, that shit 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
This, you wouldn’t want to answer this
Responded back, battle rap, ripped Cannabis”
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 nigga, 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 bitch in the back of a Benz
I’ma probably get behind it and hit it from the back
Gotta tune in and kill shit 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 shit, 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 really do not fuck with Jags
You know what’s up, nigga
Your bitch gon’ fuck, nigga
I’m sippin’, lean inside my cup, ain’t Robituss’, nigga
Ain’t with that tussling shit, my chopper tussle for me
I promise you I’m a bully, I keep on getting money
These niggas walk it, they walk it, I told ’em that I run it
I’m kicking it off the dome, that’s how a nigga coming
I’m kicking it of the dome, that’s how a nigga boming
I’m drinking Henny with pills, you know a nigga vomit
I’m drinking Henny with pills, you know a nigga 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 fuck 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 nigga still got the nerve to say I’m up next
Three times platinum on a song, beat that
I’m the best motherfucker, defeat that
I ain’t— hoo
I turned my phone off ’cause I don’t really want no motherfuckin’ feedback
I got a fucking bad bitch where my feet at
And a bunch of, mm, ha
I’m tryna body this beat, boy
Hahahaha, shit

[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 niggas, I switch clips
Same way I end sentences, nigga, I’m so relentless
Pull up on the scene, my chopper just like a pencil, lead
Shoot him in the head, motherfucker
A couple times, he gon’ be dead, motherfucker
Now his mom calling to the feds, motherfucker
“Look at my son laying in the bed,” motherfucker
Ran up in his crib like the repo’ man
I gave his bitch 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, motherfucker
I came to Westwood to spit some crack, motherfucker
I came to Westwood to get it back, motherfucker
Your bitch is over here, I hit it like— oof
Your bitch 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 nigga, probably could fuck up on the principal
I give a fuck about the principals, gotta seal lock the envelope
I feel like I’m Travis Scott ’cause I’m doper than all the antidote
That bitch is on my dick, 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 shit up on my soul
Run up on me, chopper hit you in your face like it’s over with
I’m sicker than a nigga with a cold and shit
These niggas old as fuck, they got mold and shit
I really wanna give them my condolences
To tell them that it’s over and to let the new niggas prosper
How you my father? Nigga, I’m your father
How you my father? Nigga, I’m your father
Sayin’ you my father, nigga, why bother?
I don’t got no father, nigga, 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 bitches who swallow
Got guns full of hollows, put you out your sorrow
I’m rappin’ on Eminem beats ’cause I follow the leaders
That nigga’s a beast
I feel like a monster or maybe a goblin
A straight Jeffrey Dahmer, put dick in your mama
Neck like a ostrich, I’m fly, fuck 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 fuck niggas hatin’ it
I remember playin’ this game in my basement
Sayin’ I would make it and fuckin’ 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 fuck on a bitch 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 shit’ll upset, I’m fuckin’ the world like it’s rough sex
Got head from a white bitch, I call it a roughneck
I’m ball on these bitches like Rucker or somethin’
Money makin’, rich motherfucker or somethin’
My flow is crazy, it’s brazy
I told you, you run up then you will get cracked like a soldier
Make like composers, I promise it’s over
Everything but sober, I do her like homework
Niggas 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, shit, I do this shit a lot
All this shit is really all a part of my evil plot
This is world domination, triple 9 in this bitch
Chiropractor with the chopper, break your spine when it hit
I been ballin’ like I’m Kobe or LeBron in this bitch
Matter fact, I’m feelin’ like I’m in my prime in this bitch
This shit finna do numbers on YouTube, trust me
Hoes gon’ love me, they all wanna fuck 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 shit comin’ off of the dome
And I’m comin’ all for your domes
This shit comin’ off of the dome
I make hits and take shits on these niggas that think that they better than me, but they not, go figure
Keep the Tommy in my Tommy, lil’ nigga, Hilfigers
I’ma ball, I’ma swish, lil’ nigga
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 fuck about niggas, neither, or bitches
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 niggas 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, nigga, I was just playin’
I just got this shit on my own, nigga, I’m just sayin’
I just got this shit on my own, nigga, I’m just sayin’
My flow is so intricate, intimate, killin’ ’em, really I’m ripping it
Focused like Ritalin, nigga, you get it, don’t get
Forget me, lil’ nigga
Proactively poppin’ like zits, lil’ nigga
On Westwood boolin’, back smokin’ pack
With a bitch rollin’ ‘thrax for me
‘Cause I don’t know how to roll Backwoods
But it’s all good, I’ma get my shit back
Ridin’ up, like a pimp, lil’ nigga, you get your shit slapped, nigga
Just like slick back, nigga
Break you off like a candy, nigga, no Kit Kat, nigga
All my niggas get money, best to believe that, nigga
Over-chieve all the niggas, overachieve that nigga
They lookin’ at me like, “How we gon’ overachieve that nigga?
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 fuck

[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 bitch 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 shit grow
I pull up, I’m shootin’ out the coupe, it’s red on the fucking 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 fucking rapper
When I freestyle off the top I’m the best fucking rapper
He sayin’ shit he don’t do, that nigga 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 fuck he made this shit happen?”
Like a poetry slam, I got ’em snapping, yeah
Hold the applause, I put dick in your broad
I put dick in your mom, I put dick in the world
Give a fuck about shit, I’m a fuck on a bitch
I’m a count up the grip then put a dick 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 niggas 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 shit
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 fuckin’ on a Bombay chick
I give a fuck about you, I give a fuck about your bitch
I kill your ass, and then I tell you to rest in piss
Rest in clips, rest in this, you can take the rest of this
Michael Jackson with flow, I’m cardiac arrest this shit
R.I.P. to the king, yeah, king of pop, shit
Run up on me, chopper play you like the king of rock, shit
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 niggas really thinking that they in it, no
We can get it poppin’ like a wheelie, ho
Philly shit, 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 shit, even on my trap shit
Blood everywhere, you gon’ need more than a napkin
Niggas really be cappin’
Me, I just be snappin’
Looking at these niggas like, “Why the fuck you acting?”
Who the fuck 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 motherfucker 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 bitch on my line wanna fuck
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 fuck on your friend for the irony
Excitingly, off the molly the whole entirely time
But I don’t wanna do that shit
I’ll probably just play her ass like Aerosmith, uh
You better lose it, I’m making love and I’m making music
Your bitch on my dick, it ain’t nothin’ else to it
I broke up with my bitch, she was useless
Don’t give a fuck about shit, uh, uh
Don’t give a fuck about shit, aha
Don’t give a fuck about shit, uh-huh
Don’t give a fuck, 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 fucking sloppy seconds
Nigga, it’s a preference
Call me a reverend ’cause I can show you how to get your bitch-ass to heaven
I feel a lil’ kid in my adolescence
I ain’t scared of shit, I got my Smith & and my Wesson
Spazzin’ on this bitch, feel like a dragon on this bitch
I’m off a Xanax, tryna plan it like I’m draggin’ in this bitch
Run up on me, chopper hit you
It get a nigga licked just like a motherfucking tongue
I fuck your bitch from the back while the bitch speak in tongues
She give me head but she dumb, give me head ’til she numb
Clip stickin’ out the fucking gun like a sore thumb
Nigga, you ain’t on none
Brother locked up for real, call that nigga Akon
I don’t really give a fuck about shit
‘Cause niggas don’t know what the fuck that I’m on
Look up, saw my nigga dead, fuck 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 shit
Run up on me, chopper on me, that shit 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
Dick 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 shit
She do coke, movin’ faster than Sonic, bitch
VVS shining bright like Trons and shit
Transform in that bitch, Megatron and shit
Tryna put my whole fucking team on and shit
9-9-9 club, what you on, lil’ bitch?
Chopper like a magic trick, it get you gone, lil’ bitch
Call of Duty with that UZI how I’m spawnin’ shit
With that Twitter beef, I ain’t with that respondin’ shit
Like I said, I’m ballin’ on ’em, no LeBron and shit
Don’t believe me, you could ask your fucking mom, lil’ bitch, ha
Yeah, let me talk my shit
Hop out this chair real quick and I’ll walk my shit, ha
And I’ma sit back down
I’ma keep it chill and probably gonna spoke my spliff, uh
I make it look easy, I make it look simple
Your bitch really sleazy, she bustin’ like pimples
She really get it poppin’
And after that she expected me to take her shoppin’
Bitch, 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 shit, 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 especial aim for a loser
And your bitch on my dick, 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 shit
Had clients up in Texas, he used to mail that shit
I’m getting buckets like LeBron, I had to pail that shit
Chopper hit your fucking face just like some hail and shit
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 shit 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 her 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 nigga, “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 fucking mogul
If you run up on me, then it’s fucking over
Like a bad relationship, it’s gon’ be fucking over
Choppa knock your ass and put in a fucking coma
The shit I smoke’ll make you die, nigga
The pills I pop’ll make you cry, nigga
And where I’m from, it’s homicide, nigga
No animals, but we lettin’ the llamas fly, nigga, 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 niggas 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 to eat, surround this bitch, it’s a feast for me
We are not equal at all
I’m going hard motherfucker, and that is my job, uh
Focused to the point they think I’m on Adderal
But I ain’t shit but Percs and high cholesterol, uh
Watch yourself
Choppa breaking bad, nigga, that’s what’s up
Never gave a fuck about the bitch you fucked because I fucked her before you fucked, nigga, 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 cock
No homo, I’m straight, I gave your bitch my cock
I fucked 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, motherfucker
Fuck your bitch, she gon’ sweat to keep sweat, motherfucker
Choppa just like a pussy, it’ll wet a motherfucker
I feel like off a Xanny I’ll forget a motherfucker
I still see these Perkies in my room
Niggas dirty but my choppa is a broom
Give a fuck about you, it’s all me, nigga
I’ma run that shit just like a track meet, nigga
Off the dome, kickin’ shit, it’s just me, nigga
That’s just how I want this shit to fucking be, nigga
I feel like a fighter, boy, my gun’ll beat niggas
Mission complete niggas, it’ll defeat niggas, ha
Who are you to me, nigga?
Really I’m out of your league, nigga
I’m never tired, you got fatigue, nigga
Three days since I eat and sleep, nigga, 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, I’m just fuckin’ around with that, uh, huh
Lately, I’m flossin’, I feel like a boss
These niggas fresh out of the closet
Run up, get off, chopper on me make a deposit
You get dropped off, nigga, get popped off
This shit dead, motherfucker, 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
Nigga, 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 bitch a Beretta
I don’t gotta prove shit to nobody
You can catch me fuckin’ thots in your party
Fuck that shit, I am a homebody
You lookin’ for your bitch? I got your ho body
Please don’t tell nobody, they don’t know ’bout it
I took your ho out it
I fucked 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 niggas dirty up in the ground like a mole out here
I’m ballin’ on these niggas, it feel like a prowl out here
I’m ballin’ on these niggas, I feel like a pro out here
I’m outerspace, shout out to NASA
Chains on me, I’m not a slaver, I’m a master
Graduate with these flows, nigga, 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 bastard
You run up, that’s okay, that chopper turn you to fuckin’ blast
Uh-nuh, bastard, uh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh
Man, this shit easy

[Verse 14]
Damn, damn
You listen to my freestyles
You probably think I’m a misogynistic rasick, racist-ass nigga, mind racing
My mind is in three different places
I don’t fuck with niggas, 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, nigga
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 motherfuckin’ face at
While you eatin’ dinner, now I got your brains on your placemat
Where the fuck could you place that?
He dirty as fuck, when the fuck 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 niggas 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 nigga shoot me right, uh
Uh-huh, let me catch this bitch
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 fuck ’bout what you say, I’m gettin’ money and I manage
I been high up in the sky, nigga, 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’ nigga, what want from Santa?
You get jacked like o-lanterns
Tryna fuck with the pattern, Louis V all on the pattern
Outerspace, I’m on Saturn with some niggas that’ll kill ’em for me
Kill ’em for me, kill ’em for me
I’m on Saturn with some niggas 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 shit gon’ get ugly
My choppaer leave a nigga stinking, leave him musty
Leave him swimmin’ with crabs, now he crusty
Chopper got a couple titties, super busty
I could really give a fuck ’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 shit, 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 nigga funny, mm, no problem
These niggas pussy, these niggas pussy
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 fuck ’bout how your face look
Stealin’ faces, lil’ nigga, 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 fucking 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 niggas, I ain’t even playin’
Bad bitch came from the motherlands
I’ma prolly fuck his mama when his mother lands
Ha, haha, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 15]
Stan, bitch
“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 shit
It’s hard to focus ’cause there’s so much goin’ on
I still think about my niggas, all the ones that’s gone
Its been like eight months since this shit started
Its been like eight months since this shit started
Its been like eight months since this shit started, yeah
Its been like eight months since this shit 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 bitches 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 shit, these niggas 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 dick 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 niggas ain’t shit but a bunch of bad jokes
Popsicle ass niggas like did you get that uh
My choppa so damn horny, it’ll fuck anybody thats gon’ get clapped
Uh, listen
I feel like the best
I put they ass into submission
Like I said, I ain’t got no motherfuckin’ 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 nigga
I can see yo ass hatin’
You still rocking Trues, boy yo goof ass basic
I’on give a fuck about shit 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 shit
Leave him layin’ on the pavement
Fuck yo bitch 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 go 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 bitch then that’s for ransom
Pull up on me, kill him out the random
Brand new gun, that shit is a scandal yeah
Hit your soup can Campbell’s uh
My flow, you can’t handle uh
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, the fourth, the way I’m sayin shit uh
The way I talk my shit uh
I hop up out my seat uh
And start to walk my shit uh
I told them watch they feet like footwork
Choppa make a nigga foot work
Hit you in yo face, yo face hurt nigga
Hit you in yo face, yo face hurt nigga
Run up on me, you get burnt nigga
Bought my momma a new purse nigga
Burkin, hell yeah I been workin’
Yo bitch on my dick, you know she twerkin’ uh
Turned into a whole different person
I’m off the perkys, this shit be workin’ uh
Sick of my ex, she all on my Instagram, she fuckin’ 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
Fuckin’ on four whores uh uh
Flip ’em on a mattress, parkour uh
Ride my dick just like Aladdin carpet uh
Outer space, I’m up on Saturn, start shit
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
Nigga 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 fuck, you know it
Bad bitch on my dick, you know she goin’
Hell yeah, she love the cocaine
Bobby Brown, she get to snowin’ uh-huh, uh-huh
Bitch I’m lit, just like Bic
Even sound cold when I say basic shit
Don’t give no fuck, that’s about shit
Look at me nigga, what do I look like?
Rich, that’s not even my name
You 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 the purple rain
And you look like a bitch, ha, throwin’ shade, haaa
Yeah, I say
I feel like I’m Prince pourin up this purple rain
And you look like a bitch over there throwin’ shade
Uh, listen
Don’t give a fuck about bitches or niggas you trippin’
Fuckin’ yo feelings
Everyday I count the money, I stack it and flip it
I get the winnas, lottery winnings, I get the winnas, lottery winnings, I get the winnas
I’m finna vibe on a bitch
I’m getting high with yo bitch
She gon’ kiss my other friend, she gon’ buy for this shit
Fuck her 1 time then it’s goodbye, ball prime time on a bitch
Hell yeah, NBA 2K maybe live in a bitch yeah 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, you know I score uh uh
Now that lil’ bitch is my whore uh
I got bro over there tweakin’ off my shit uh
Choppa like a plumber, leave you leakin’ when it hit uh
With the offense but I’m still with defense in this bitch uh
Stevie Wonder even he didn’t see this shit ha ayy haaa
I’m funny as hell haa
I just be tryna catchin vibes on beats, this shit funny
They be comin’ out cold sometimes ha
I’on even know what writin’ is, I ain’t write in a long time
I done checked my rollie at the fucking wrong time
Niggas say they can ball like this, them niggas offsides
All my niggas wavy as fuck, nigga we get high tide
Lookin’ at me like look at his eyes, that nigga too high
Lookin’ at me like look at his wings, that nigga too fly
That nigga eatin’ so damn good, ain’t talkin’ Five Guys
All these niggas pussy uh
They must have 9 lives
All my niggas Mormon, huh, they must have 9 wives
Pull up with that choppa, that bitch 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 fuck the pastors wife
I don’t have no father bitch, always been a bastard right, always been a bastard right
I’ma rich ass bastard right
You a bitch ass bastard right
Huh
All these niggas have to write
I’on have to write
I’m fresh to death, I got this Louis from the after life uh
You bitch suckin on my dick, she got a lil over bite
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 a 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
Bitch my flow don’t leave no espestus uh
Woof, huh
Teach his ass a lesson haaa
Gon’ teach his ass a lesson
I done made like 6 songs in here, I ain’t gon reference nun of that shit tho, right, might as well dance for the rest of it haa
Yeah, you know what I’m sayin’
One more thing though
Lemme talk my shit
Lemme fuck yo bitch
I’ma go get rich on they ass
Run up on me, that choppa leave you ass prehistoric to the past
All I know is count grips, stack chips, all that nigga I’m in love with the cash
I ain’t talkin about Burkin, Gucci, Louis, but bitch 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 bitch up, that lil’ bitch delirious for a second uh
Monkey ass nigga, you look like George, too curious for a second uh
Fuck that bitch when I’m in it
I’on give no fuck about no competition
Pull up on the team, my choppa hit him, he gon’ need a doctor nigga
My gun sing haa
My gun sing like an opera nigga yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas fake, they deserve an Oscar nigga yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Haa, pipe up, pipe up, bitch, haaa