Juice Wrld Hour Freestyle Of Fire Over Eminem Beats song by Juice WRLD from Primary Album Tim-westwood-i-freestyles. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Freestyle, Live Broadcast, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on October 5, 2018.
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Juice Wrld Hour Freestyle Of Fire Over Eminem Beats Meaning
| [[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] |
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This lirics prodiucer by Tim Westwood.
- Who wrote the song Juice Wrld Hour Freestyle Of Fire Over Eminem Beats
Juice Wrld Hour Freestyle Of Fire Over Eminem Beats lyrics song is written by Juice WRLD
