Juice WRLD — FREESTYLE Live des studios de GENERATIONS

[Intro] Uh uh, yeah yeah yeah Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Mhm, aight, look, uh Uh [Verse 1] Gettin' to the millions I just need a mansion with a white bitch, some children Prolly invest in a bunch of abandoned buildings I'ma abandon these niggas, I pull op chopper on me And I got this shit out the trenches Nigga my flow relentless, look at the way I kick it I'm snipping it just like scissors You can't fuck with it, I'm unfuckwithable Feeling like I'm Cudi, getting more Cudi, then get Cudi My cash in, uh, I go nuts like cashews in a Benz, uh A bad bitch, she come through with her friends, uh That's just how it started, wait until it ends, uh Life ain't ever over, life will nеver end, uh Niggas think it's fucked, thеy really just pretend, uh I don't really got no time for pretenders, I don't really got no time for contenders, mhm [Verse 2] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, it ain't safe Uh, ayy, uh, uh, ayy, uh, uh Mastered this rap shit for real Whater whippin' in the kitchen with that trap shit for real, uh Niggas fake, they with that act shit for real But this is real life, I ain't with that cap shit for real, uh My flow is so intricate, Niñas they be intimate Look at the way I'm killin' it, they can't compete Ayy, uh, I'ma fuck another bitch, I'ma fuck another bitch, [?] Spazzing on they ass on a daily Bitch I ball like a rocket, I feel like Tracy McGrady, uh Shaking shit like Haiti, fuck nigga you cannot play me, uh Bitches fuck you paid me, I pull up spraying that can, uh Chopper in the trunk, I pop it, just like she pop it Run up on me, poppin' at your noggin Running outta options, told you, you don't really want no problems Roll with them goblins, feel like a god, I guess I need a goddess I'm being honest, uh My flow go so cray though, uh You get whopped like a baby in a cradle, uh Big ass Glock, I'ma hold it by the handle, uh, get dismantled Chopper hit your brains like eggs gettin' scrambled, uh Uh, uh, yeah, uh, word play for real With the action, I ain't talking about the verb play for real, uh Chopper shootin', just like Larry Bird in the field, uh Every day is different when I take another pill, uh Molly in the party got me feelin' me Niggas really try takin' my energy, uh Clip hold a hundred like a centipede, uh Real nigga, when I'm uppin' in your vicinity, uh Duffin' Clinton money like I'm hillary Get to spittin' like a pastor, ain't no ministry Uh, uh, I'ma play it like a [?] Uh, uh, uh, I'ma fuck her in a minute, ehh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 3] Cook that shit up, quay Uh, shufflin' na-na-na-na-na, on go Wake up, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, oh Wake up in the morning put my dick in another hoe, uh I ain't fucking your bitch, I'm fucking your mother, bro, uh Balling super hard, I'm in another league, uh Niggas tweakin', leakin', they can't fuck with me I leave 'em leakin', chopper on me with the defense, uh Leave 'em in the past tense Then it's gettin' back to the cashin', uh Pull up in the Aston, everyday bitch I'm cashin' Everyday bitch I'm cashin', everyday bitch I'm cashin' She calls me a will-be, but you're a has-been Bitch I been that, money I spent that Yo' block I been that You fake as hell you pretend that You started the shit, I'm gon' end that I'ma get back on track, yeah, I'ma get back on track Bad bitch, I'ma get back on that Bad bitch, I'ma hit it from the back, woah I'ma hit it from the back, I'ma hit it from the back, I'ma count up a stack, woah I just spent 10k when I walk up the saks, money all on my lap, oh Make 'em run like a lap, you don't know how to act Get shot in the back, oh I'm not a snake, I kill the snakes, I'm not a fake I don't fuck with fakes You ain't gettin' money, the fuck out my face I'm eatin' so good, I had to stop and go and get another plate, uh Woke up, put my dick inside another hoe, uh I ain't tryna fuck your bitch, I'ma fuck your mother, bro, uh Chopper on me and it's singin' like a Glee show, uh Bape up on my cape, but no I'm not a hero VVSs on me and it's cold like subzero Money like Robert de Niro, you will get jacked like Sparrow Won't let her see tomorrow, put you out your sorrow Got some blood, sweat and tears, bullets you could borrow Hey, hey, hey, mhm, uh, oh I'm not trying to fuck your bitch, I'ma fuck your mother, oh Wake up, put my dick inside another hoe I ain't trying to fuck your bitch, I'ma fuck your mother, hoe, oh Mhm-mh, mh-mhm [Verse 4] Ah, mhm, like Lenny Kravitz, like Lenny, aight, uh Like Lenny Kravitz, like Lenny Kravitz, uh Rock like Lenny Kravitz, no Lenny Kravitz, uh Rock like Lenny Kravitz, no Lenny Kravitz, uh Rock like Lenny Kravitz, no Lenny Kravitz, uh, yeah I'm in the studio making these hits, they can't take that away from me I got a gun, it's stale dummy Wrap this shit up, feel like a mummy Bad lil' bitch, put my dick in her tummy Givenchy on me, I don't wear Abercrombie, uh Try me if you want, that chopper kill you, now you a zombie, uh Woke up fresh as fuck, she down to fuck, she down to go Balling hard, I'm in the fourth, I shoot my shot like Derrick Rose Matter fact, I feel like Shaquille, I'm in the fourth, I'm throwing bows Nigga talk shit, that chopper make him dance like a ballerina, oh All I know is get the cash, they playing catch up, while I do the dash These niggas ain't no shit, they need to catch up, 'cause I'm on their ass That chopper hit your face, fuck your face up, yeah, on the gang These niggas talking stupid, they cannot face us They can't face us, they try to erase us Yo' bitch is my favourite, that bitch is a taster Shock shit like a taser, in the cut with a laser That bitch a eater, she an alligator Making alligations, shaking shit like the Haitians If you ain't talking about money and cash, then bitch what the fuck is you saying? I dyed my hair blonde and turn up on 'em super saiyan I'll leave his face on the pavement, oh, I'll leave his face on the pavement, oh, I'll leave his face on the pavement That's just brazy, yeah I'ma fuck that bitch to move on to her best friend, uh I'ma hit it from the back, I'm in intestines, uh Mic check, mic check, hold my dick, testin', uh, ayy Let my nuts hang, rich nigga shit, uh I just may go 'head and take a rich nigga bitch, uh I'm just feelin' rich on some rich nigga shit, uh Tattletale lil' niggas on that snitch nigga shit, uh I can rap, anyway, anytime, anyday Balling out, Kobe Bryant, Lebron James with the fadeaway Either way, I'ma make a play Either way, off the molly in the bedroom Lil' shawty gon' be going gay Either way, either way Uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh [Verse 5] Uh, yeah, I say, I say, I say, I'm finna, mhm, mhm, mhm, aight, uh I'm finna preach to the masters I'm feelin' like I'm a pastor [?] And I make, mhm, laughing I feel like I'm a pastor I'm gon' preach to the masters I feel like I'm a pastor I'm gon' preach to the masters, uh I'm gon' spazz on a daily, uh, ball like Tracy McGrady, uh Talk that shit don't know me, uh Chopper on me be slayin', uh On the ground where a fuck nigga layin', uh T'd up, super no saiyan, uh, yeah That's what I'm saying, uh, ayy, ya dig what I'm saying?, uh, uh I'm getting top from your bitch, she came from the islands I don't even know her name Life is a picture, but I don't really give no fuck Get the fuck out my frame Pull up on him, that chopper make him duck I'm gon' let it bang Chopper get to speaking up in tongues, it'll forget your name, uh, ayy The leader nigga, uh, skeet and delete his bitch, uh I just keep balling out, uh, everyday I'ma switch, ayy I fuck your bitch reminisce, uh, that bitch never get the gist, uh R. Kelly on her I piss, uh, R. Kelly on her I piss, uh Young rich and ignorant, don't give a fuck about shit, these niggas been tweakin', uh Young rich and ignorant, mhm, mhm, mhm, hold up, hold on, hold on, hold on, look, ayy [Verse 6] I'm for real bitch, I'm off of the pills bitch Give a fuck how you feel, I'm tryna get real rich I'm for real bitch, I'm off of the pills bitch Give a fuck how you feel, I'm tryna get real rich I'll make a whole song in this bitch, uh Smoke it up, chi cheng chong in this bitch, uh .40 beat the chest, King Kong in this bitch, uh Skate on 'em, day one song in this bitch, uh I'm the best, I'm the best, ain't nobody better Bill Cosby with the shit, molly with the sweater I ain't showin' no effort, showin' no effort Leave a new beretta for the bad weather I'm from Chicago where it get crackin', it get brackin' And no lack and all that We talkin' stupid, cool, it's gon' get crackin' Gun blastin' and hit you in your ball cap Get your skull cracked, how you like that?, huh Where the fuck your bitch? Where your wife at? I'ma hit that, damn it, I'ma pipe that Yachty with the shit, I'ma fucking one night that, huh Ran the train, got her on the right track She in the kitchen, whippin' up the right crack Yo' mama like that, yeah, she like that She on my trap phone, giving me some feedback Lookin' at the streets, damn, I gotta feed that Lookin' at the pill bottle, I'ma relapse Lookin' at the bed, think I need to relax I remember flexin' on 'em like gym class My flow go too crazy, no though I pose like, damn, this is a photo She on my dick, hoppin' like [?], no Pogo Woah, woah, Pollo El Loco, haha Rap flowin', nah, Raf Simmons Bad bitch foreign, I love women I love tourin', I love money, I love Jordans I love Gucci, I love Fendi, Prada I could prolly go and fuck your daughter, uh Ain't no worries, Hakuna Matata Chopper on me, it solved my problems Man I swear, my flow to cool I'm prolly shining like, ooh-ooh I'm prolly shining like some new jewels Don't give a fuck, prolly go shoot up the youth group Evil than the bitch, that's me dude Outer space, coolin' like Greedo My money be greener than Cee-Lo Hit the bitch like a keyboard, c-note Ayy, no, hit the bitch like, mhm, mhm, c-note Hit the bitch like a keyboard, c-note Hit the bitch like a keyboard, c-note [Verse 7] Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh I don't ever think I'm running out of flows Same way that I ain't ever running out of hoes Try me if you want, the chopper on me it'll blow Promise it'll give you a kiss like mistletoe Shoot one time you get hit, ain't missing those Fuck a bitch, then she gotta go get misthos This misthos, I pull up in a two-door, uh, uh Slamming shit just like Sumo, uh-huh I'm on top of my game, you know it Got away with words, bitch I'm feeling like a poet Run up, that's okay, the chopper on me I'ma blow it And I'm feeling like a superhero, feeling too heroic With the cape on, uh, with the cape on Hash in the pink, gotta get the vape on Uh, uh-uh, ayy-oh, keep a jewel, like damn, who you vape on Smoke good gas, backwoods, roll that Where the fuck your hoe at? I'ma go toe tac Get back, chopper spit crack Designer on me, mismatch, did you get that?, uh Know you can't afford that, can't afford that These niggas is my sons, forgot to abort that You talking stupid, chopper hit you, tilt your face back I promise you'll put a bullet in your wade cap I'll spray it, motherfucker, I ain't talking maze man I'm a addict, in the attic, serving in the basement You got a problem with me? cool, we could address it I'll send you that address, send you up to heaven These niggas want beef, I'ma give him seconds Smith & Weston, that's my fucking preference Your bitch on my line, getting her peace to heaven I had to come back for this life in seconds I'm feeling like the best man, but I'm married to the money There a nigga, try to run up and take it from me There a nigga, try to run up and take it from me There a nigga, try to run up and take it from me Uh