[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, 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 ting

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 poolin' 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 Jesse 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 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 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, 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 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 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 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, kinda 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 Meagan Good

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 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 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 may 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 freestylin' that 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 a fucking 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 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 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

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 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 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 off 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 principles, 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 cranked 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 it

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 KitKat, 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 like a lil' kid in my adolescence

I ain't scared of shit, I got my Smith & then 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 smoke 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 a special 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 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 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 out and put you 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 that eats around 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, lemme see if I can run 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 slave, 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 you 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 chopper leave a nigga 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 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 never 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 goofy 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 then 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 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 bitch, didn't ask 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

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' 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 that she twerkin', uh

Turned to 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, star 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, 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

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 bitch, ha, throwin' shade, hahaha

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 niggas or bitches you trippin'

Fuck 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 bitch

I'm getting high with yo' bitch

She gon' kiss my other friend, she goin' bi' for this shit

Fuck her one time, then it's goodbye, ball prime time on a bitch

Hell yeah, NBA 2K maybe live in the bitch, 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' bitch is my whore, uh

I got bro over there in the corner 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, haa

I'm funny as hell, haha

I just be tryna catch vibes on beats, that shit 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 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, huh?

They must have 9 lives

All my niggas Mormon, huh, they must have 9 wives

Pull up with that choppa, uh, 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 pastor's 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, all these niggas have to write

I'm fresh to death, I got this Louis from the afterlife, uh

Your bitch suck on my dick, 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

Bitch 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 shit 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 shit

Lemme fuck yo' bitch

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 nigga I'm in love with the cash

I ain't talkin' about Burkin, and Gucci, and 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, haha

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, ha-ha-ha