Juice WRLD — Einer Bankz Freestyle

[Verse 1] Bitch you my favorite Lucid Dreams eight times platinum on the playlist She like, "You took a heart, then you gave it back cause fuck is you sayin'" (Rhyme the whole way) Rhyme the whole way Rhyme the whole way Thirty in the forty pull it out and make a pussy put his gun away (Away) Forty pull it out and make a nigga put his gun away Yeah, yeah, yeah The master of that, they call us the masters of rap They call me the master of rock I know bitch, you really need to stop Bad bitch prolly' sucking on my cock Good music, turn it up a notch Good weed, we roll it up to pot Bad hoes wanna pull up to the spot I know, but you gotta let go My homie fucks, you fell in love Bitch you gotta' let go Bitch we gotta' grow Fuck her, she got to go Put my dick in your ho, I ain't say so I'ma let him pass, go ahead, go ahead pass Aw, they ain't even catch nothing Choppa' hit yo' head like a snapback I said one thing, they giving me backlash Hoes wanna be hoes, cool that's facts Uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 2: Juice WRLD & Ski Mask The Slump God] Run away, baby can you run away (Baby) Run away, feelin' like Kanye (Baby) I'm high for days, Percs' on the way (Runaway) Sippin' actavis, like damn I can't afford to do that Bitch I'm too paid, me and Ski, we on the race (Runaway) Evil twins everyday, I'm getting cash this a race, (Runaway), ayy This a death race, look at this, this my death face (Runaway) It's breaking bad, feel my wrath, that's that crystal meth taste Trap whip it, serving fiends I'm gettin' rich the green It's what I'm runnin' and you seen Life ain't shit but a fuckin' scene I know Ski's like A, B, C I'm sicker than a case of STD's Yo' bitch got wet off my MP3's She said Lucid Dreams gave her the heepy jeeps (My flow away) My flow make you run away, I got a four thang, with a third thing, Put your gun away [Verse 3] Big FN hit yo' face like fuck that Big ass choppa' nigga get the fuck back Your bitch got a fat pussy, I mean fuck that Even Lil Wayne couldn't teach you how to love that Wheres the drugs at, wheres the plug at, wheres the love at Wheres the love at, I'm goin' right now, wheres the drugs at, where the plug at, where the love at I get so high my eyes roll back And I see the devil standing by my brain I say, "What are you doing here?" he say, "I'll be yo' friend since the beginning of this" It was insane They wonder how I come up with this shit, I come up with I don't know They like, "Damn Juice so talented he must of sold his soul" Nah, my soul is in my pocket, and I ain't sell it dumbass I took it to an auction [Verse 4] Yeah, switch that shit up (Switch it up) They call me the freestyle king How to freestyle like me (Ayy) Cubeman checking on key (Okay) The shoe was a lil' pricey (pricey) I know you see the shoe Nike (I see) Off-white tryna' get like me (I see) Bitch you wanna be wifey (double see) Lil Yachty I One Nighty (Nighty) Pull up on the scene like "Eeh" (Like E) R-Kelly with that bitch, I pee (Eeh) Yeah I'm ignorant, big shit, who give a fuck about me (Oke-eh) Wait, the whole world care about me Wait, your girl still care about me (Mhm) You unaware she in her underwear runnin' round me I run in town, bartender I'm servin' no round (Waddup) I hit Ski up like "Ayy, Lets roll up a pound" Ayy, ayy Me and me, me and my security guard He in the light, robbin' big, kickflip then I hit his jig Ayy, calling out tricks, I do it again (Then do it again) Look at that nigga, that's Locka Films (Haha) I get cash, I do the dash, yeah Shout out to, uh, Interscope, shoutout to dash Yeah, I got the cash, I may invest in the bag Run up on me you get hit that choppa' got legs like I'm playing tag I'm rolling up backwoods, I leave his body in the backwoods I'm in my zone yo' yeah, no good I'm so gone, ain't no coming back You looking for me, prolly' puttin' dick where your momma at (What the fuck) [Verse 5] It's a president, like what the fuck is Obama back AK on my back nigga like what the fuck is Osama back Leave his ass in the oceans, swimmin' next to Osama man All I know bustin' my choppa' get to blowin' Like a ceiling fan you silly, I get to poppin' off Homeless really like Meek Milly, like I came from Philly' But I'ma shinetown, nigga you silly Ayy, (This nigga is fuckin' shenanigans) you drop That's cool, that type of shit [?], yeah [Verse 6] Look, I don't stop They gon' watch Your bitch on my big cock So just watch out as I tote this Glock, shoot yo' top Give a fuck about a thot If you believe me or not Should've never came to a young nigga spot See finessed out the top Now you mad, yeah you high That you can't stay around, but you gotta just dash Ho you ain't shit at all, got a girl at the crib I'm not cheating on her cause' she know where you live She prolly' pull up to your crib and shoot yo' ass in the face Then shoot me in the face For even not giving you space I may slap you in yo' face, I swear this shit just like mace Yeah, I'm from Chicago I dropped the race I'm young G.D.K