Juice WRLD — Insane 21 Minute Freestyle No Jumper

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD] Hoes was sitting up in class with me Wasn't even tryna pass none of that ass to me Now a nigga famous Bitches wanna hit my name sayin' that they know me Bitch, I was shooting shots you ain't call me Kobe I was Scalabrine, now I'm Michael Jordan with it, so they wanna see me That's all good I'ma treat them like I caught them in the wrong hood Haha, feel me? Wait 'till it drop, hold on [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] Damn, the beat just switched up (That shit hard) I wanna [?], I said Try if you want, I got goons You run up on me, then I'm up in your room My niggas be ballin' we swishin' like ooh, bitch on my dick, what the fuck she gon' do? All of my niggas been bustin' a move, I got my hand on my motherfucking tool W, W, how can I lose? I might pull up to your new avenue Freestyle shit all day, lil' nigga Run up on me, I'll spray, lil' nigga I got beats like Dre, lil' nigga, beat that shit like Dre, lil' nigga Fuck all that shit you say lil' nigga, XBOX, I don't play, lil' nigga On the ground, where you lay, lil' nigga Hell yeah I'm finna spray, lil' nigga XXL, it's coming up, I'm finna kill every single one of them niggas that think they can freestyle, but they can't freestyle like this gun Bitch, I'm a Glock, I got a .30 Bitch, I'm invincible you cannot hurt me, uh Hop on that shit on the Perkys Everyday I wake up, I get to workin', uh I was just in Australia, huh Looking at their genitalia, huh Pull up on the scene, I nail 'em, huh I'm a do it, hit them bailing, uh, ayy [Verse 3: Juice WRLD] I got hitters on my side, they just like, yeah, huh Run up on me, I'ma shoot 'em, red light, yeah, huh Ayy, yeah, Houdini with that bitch, I make her disappear Herb' said these nasty bitches in it, ugh, hold on I said, hold on, I said, hold on, I said My bro name G Herbo, he like nasty bitches I remember fuckin' thots, on they knees, so ashy, bitches I remember fuckin' thots, lil' bitch named Ashley wit' me, huh I just pushed my kids up on her fuckin' titties Remember crackin' cars, some hoes wasn't tryna fuck with me I want a Kel-Tec, came to say that bitch hold a buck fifty If you run up on me, that bitch gon' prolly give you a buck fifty Yeah, I stop it, we don't save no chance Niggas sit down 'cause you can't stand, ayy Which one of y'all your friends? Come get his mans, ayy You think he got... [Verse 4: Juice WRLD] Nigga, I sip lean, that's just what my wine is I'm finna switch it up, like velcro, I'll stick 'em up Call the ambulance, come pick him up Motherfuck', come get him up I'ma pop a Perc for a pick-me-up Niggas itchin', like a tick or some Run up on me, you get hit or some Double D on the choppa, no tits or none All I do is shit flicks with her Netflix and I chill with her Matter of fact, I'm stingy as hell I don't even share pills with her Ayy, look, in the scope, just signed up for a couple meal tickets I got a record deal, so young nigga gotta deal with it In the kitchen, mix the pills with it How the fuck a nigga feel with it? I say Drac' that shit a lot These niggas up in they feels with it Gucci all on my sweater, you could do good, but I could do better Knock 'em out like Mayweather VVS cold like it's sleigh weather Niggas sensitive nowadays, so I gotta keep it together These niggas Frank Ocean with the fit, why you standin' in that gay weather? All I know is get the cash, I'ma get the bag Run up on me, I'ma try, I'm runnin' blast Choppa on me, I'ma leave 'em in the past In this trap for the cash I was with that rap-rap shit, now I'm with the trap-trap shit They be with that act-act shit, pourin' up fake Act'-Act' shit I don't got time for it, nah I don't got time at all If I spend money, I'ma go back and I'll work it off I spent 50K on Saks, I done bought it all Your lil' girl, I'ma drag it, I'ma finna just slaughter, aw I feel like... huh? I feel like 21 Savage, I just may slaughter your daughter I put my arm in that bitch, I feel like Vince lil' Carter Bitch I'm D. Rose on my, haha... [Verse 5: Dash] Oh, shit, you got me fucked up... You got me fucked up, you got me fucked up, uh Oh, shit, here I go, nigga Facts from the GOAT, nigga I ain't no old nigga Of all the reals, you still a ho, nigga [?] from the dough, nigga This shit, you just started makin' dough, nigga I'm the reason that you blew, nigga You just the fucking new nigga All the freestyles and all that rappin' and shit Nigga wearing jackets tryna hide his tits That shit don't make no sense You know you can't fuck with this Lookin' at your head, you got some kinky twists Nigga, what type of shit is this? Nigga got a skirt on Tryna put his work on, uh Hanging with the white man, ayy I don't really understand, uh Eminem and fucking Paul Wall, uh [?] I don't even give a fuck, yo Sit 'em down, I pick 'em up, yo You think you got words, nigga? Don't care how tough you rap, you still a nerd, nigga Uh, don't try to come at Dash, boy You tryna play with me 'cause I'm a fat boy, uh But I always had hoes, nigga I'm a A&R but got flows, nigga Teach you how to rock your clothes, nigga All your hoes is... (Hit-Boy) Bars, nigga, I just threw jabs, you know what I'm sayin' [Verse 6: Juice WRLD] I'm in the sky, ain't seen another nigga as fly as this At least I'm tryna hide, you can't even hide your tits I've been ballin' out, every day I'm finna switch If you shoot your shot with hoes, I bet you prolly miss See, I could have any hoes, yeah, I could really pick I just pick who I want 'cause I be acting slick And if you fuck with me, you gon' be sleepin' with the fish Yeah, I'm a nerd with the tool, I still let is split Glasses help my aim if you didn't know I'm switching up, every day is a different flow I'm shooting shit like D Gaines, no Chicago, ho I'm pull up with my gang and it's down to go It go N-L, it go M-B And with that bullshit, you can miss me I turn the fuck nigga body into minced meat I mean you sayin' I'm 'bout to run it like a track meet Now it's time to turn up, fuck with me you get burnt up I'ma beat the beat up, put the Ikey to Turner This a school session, you better be a quick learner I feel like Kom's designer, I got the burner [Verse 7: Dash] Make your punk ass run like Jackie Joyner-Kersee Nigga, you should never ever try to spit your verse at me This shit'd cause some controversy Your ass is rich ass fuck, but you still look dirty Yo, held the choppa sturdy Your ass twenty lookin' like you thirty Don't you gotta get up real early? All your women is really girly Little ass girls, you can't hurt me, ayy You tried but you failed You still got dirt up out of your nails [Verse 8: Juice WRLD] I say, this nigga Dash tryin', but can't hurt me He don't look like shit but a obese herpe I'ma get the cash every day, don't concern me Ballin' to the point where I don't even need a jersey Dash say I'm rich as hell, I still look dirty That's 'cause the money dirty, that mean it's prolly workin' Dash say I still look dirty That mean my money dirty, that's prolly 'cause workin' [Verse 9: Dash] You lucky that I like you, I wouldn't have to do this to you... Yo, you touch me nigga? Bro, don't be touchin' me while I'm rappin' That's how some crazy shit like that'll start happenin' Ayy, class is in session Yo, teach you lesson You hot 'cause I gave you my blessin' [Verse 10: Juice WRLD] (Hit-Boy) ...Serpent But you know I ain't workin' These niggas keep say they talkin' 'bout they got .30 like Stephen Curry Bitch, I'm not Stephen Curry, but I'm not shooting like Curry Yeah, I'ma fuck on that bitch and the pussy is furry That shit, it concern me, what if that bitch is burnin'? I don't wanna smoke Fermin Nigga, I'ma go Dahmer Got my hand on my dumper You bitch bad, I'm gon' hump her, huh, yeah Look, he back, I remember, huh, bein' in my math class Fuck the math class, shit, I was in my Xan class I was in my Xan bag, 'fore they was doin' them Xans, yeah Uh, now a nigga came up Got his fucking range up Pull up in the Rangers Lookin' like a more Power Ranger Bitch, I'm on top, hoppin' on your bitch like Hopscotch Ayy, she a eater, she a dancer, Mille Rock on any block, huh Niggas iffy, uh, you don't got no sticky tucked You talkin' that shit, it's stuck Boy, you need to shut it up Ayy, yo' ass to knock it off Why you ass done knock it off? Bad bitch gon' knock me off When the rope from the top is off Wait, I said, man, fuck this competition You get shot twenty times in your ass, like you made competition And I been ballin' on these hoes, I don't see no opposition [Verse 11: Juice WRLD] These niggas be hatin' Know they ain't shit 'cause I got my brother [?] Twin with it, yeah, still with it Perc, I take that bitch, and they still with me No matter how many times I take it, they still with it, yeah On God, I said... On my set, don't disrespect Fuck is you sayin'? Get to a check That's your lil' bitch? I'll give her back She not no new ho, that bitch a vet' That's not a woman, that bitch a pest That's not a woman, that bitch a pack That's not a Rollie, that's a Patek Since your girl is a bitch, I went and told her facts Okay, found me a queen Run up on me, then that choppa gon' leave you with [?] like some lean I swear to god, I feel like a virgin, 'cause these niggas never fuckin' with me I may pull up on the scene Huh, Ikey, leave a nigga punched like Hi-C Bad bitch, gon' kill you like me, I be Stick [?], like Ivy Nigga really wanna try me I'ma leave a nigga pumpin' IV Days up, nigga don't try me Days up, nigga don't try me You can get smoked like a pack of OG Maybe even some of that Irene, ayy [Verse 12: Dash] [?] like a Irene Turn this shit to a crime scene You see what I unseen Y'all didn't see them sorries Y'all didn't see them hot beats Y'all blowin' that wine, I leave I run up, gon' do my thing And I'ma fuck your team You kid with [?] That motherfucker doin' his thing Goin', goin', dash, I'ma do my thing Nigga go crazy, motherfuckin' pay me Fuckin' your girl Come on, that's my own lady That's my own lady I don't know if that's even your baby Oh, shit, I don't even know if that's your baby But that's your old lady That ho gon' drive you crazy That bitch be selling pussy niggas since the 80s [Verse 13: Juice WRLD & Dash] Hold on, you don't bleed how I bleed You don't bleed how I bleed Look at the life I lead You don't live how I live Uh, couple tricks up my sleeve Couple tricks up my sleeve... Pass me my receipt Every day I get green, uh I do that shit with my team A couple of these niggas is fakes I had to get them off of my team You know how it be I saw your ass in the streets Niggas say they want the beef If I don't got the gun, then get beat Yeah, I shot the one Yeah, I shot the one Yeah, I shot the one Yeah, I shot the one If I don't got it, you gon' get beat If I don't got it, then you gon' get beat It gon' take the [?] Bitch, I flow up, with the flow tucked Pistol toe tuck, yeah you know, uh Heard that gang No Limit Oh, you know us... [Verse 14: Juice WRLD] ...this is really ain't pretend Everyday I get to cash I'm finna get to them bands I want a Lambo I'm screaming fuck the Benz You will get fucked in a Benz Yeah, you will get fucked in a Benz Your bitch she comin' with me I heard that bitch got a twin I heard she fuck up a freak So I told her to get her ass in I never pay for the kitty I never play for the kitty I don't even talk to God about it, I never pray for the kitty Gon' take a lot to convince me These other niggas they ain't shit with some hoes And all these hoes they be tempted I pull up on one with my gun and I blow These other niggas can't get me Whole suck ass That choppa hit you up, my choppa got that solar blast Ayy, SK on my hip and I ain't afraid to show it Niggas that know, they fucking know it, huh, ayy If you know, you know If you don't, get fucked I'm a new nigga, with some old money If you know, you know If you don't, get fucked I'm a new nigga, with some old money I'm a new nigga, with some old money I'm a new nigga, with some old money Dash told me not to kill 'em if they stole from me What did I say? I'm a new nigga, with some old money I'ma beat 'em like he stole from me Dash told me not to kill 'em if they stole from me He told me to just go and beat 'em if they stole from me But I can't help it, with loyalty, I'm selfish I'm John, these niggas [?] I'm ballin' out, like the Celtics If you got a problem I'm with them goblins They be shootin' like Raymond Felton Hit him in his chest, no he felt it Shoot him in his chest, no he felt it, yeah I'm with the real killers, I'm with them real niggas I need the real pills, so I hit up a real dealer I need some real drip, wait, I need some real silk, wait Gucci, the real drip, ayy Just get the fuck up out my way I'm finna bust all on her face It ain't my birthday, but I get cake Fuck nigga, I'm gon' cut to the chase I put a razor blade to your face I got some New York niggas that tote that razor blade But I'm a Chicago nigga, we shootin' ain't catching no fades, ayy, ayy On God... [Verse 15: Juice WRLD] Do you want it? I'm a trap-aholics I'm a rap-aholic I'm a whatchamacallit I'm getting this cash, and it isn't a option I been shooting like Haskins I be shooting like Haskins Look, I read that bitch like a book I hit that bitch like a hook I play the game like a rook Niggas ain't shit but some crooks I don't got time for a crook, ayy I never snitch, if the police snatch me up they throw me the book, yeah Uh, you hear me? I'm hoping that you hear me clearly My choppa on me get to singing Blasting that bitch, Britney Spearin' All these niggas ain't shit but some hoes All these hoes ain't shit but some bitches I'm hoping that you see the difference So I'ma just gonna keep my distance Ya dig? Fuck is you trippin' on? Ayy, choppa loaded up I'm finna get 'em going I called my ex to X and leave her, just like a chromosome I'm in your ho' home, yeah, yeah, yeah Get in your ho dome, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh I get the green, no crouton Sit on the bitch, no futon Jimmy Choo, my shoe, uh I'ma get my group, uh And still, I'm back on my groove, uh Fuck with me, then you makin' the news, uh Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, that bitch gon' choose, uh I know that these bitches, they try to use us, but they cannot use us They try to abuse us, they typin' and catfishin' on their computers But I don't got time for it As I said before, I just rock Tom Ford Ayy, this Perc beating me This shit evilly I'ma beat him up, nigga that shit ain't evilly Niggas wish they could be me Nigga said he wanna see me Where the gloves at? Hahaha Where the gloves at? Where the gloves at? Where the drugs at? You know that You know what I said That's a Grudge Match It's a Grudge Match It's a Grudge Match It's a Grudge Match Where the love at? Where the drugs at? Where the drugs at? Where the drugs at? VVS, VVS, diamonds on my stones GPS, you can't find me Bitch I'm in your home I ain't from Rome, but in her pussy I roam Do what I want all day Tell the fuck niggas, “Leave me alone“ I make that bitch like a song We make love like I make songs Smokin' [?], my shit ching-chong Beat up on the chest like King Kong She drama like Jerry Springer I ain't even cut Jerry Springer Fuck the bitch, put her on a theme song I'ma hit the bitch all night long On a whole new level with this shit Diamonds on a whole new bezel with the shit I'm with some hoes on this shit, with a bitch They sippin' wine, but I'm sippin' liq' Nah, I ain't sippin' liq', I'm sippin on lean I pour it up, nigga, I am a fiend I'ma money makin', that's a machine Run up on me, that choppa got a beam Double G on it, lil' nigga [Verse 16: Juice WRLD] You know that is my time, ho Life is money so I got a dime for it Man, I see it but my shades strong This Gucci on my face it help me dap on 'em You know we stay smoking on that indo That Travis Scott antidote But don't call me a random Pullin' up Pinot Grigio Fuckin' your bitch she a sleazy ho I'm sick of hugs, get to sneezing on 'em, uh, yeah I'm sick of hugs, get to sneezing on 'em I pull up on that Fanta and that Sprite So I told that Pepsi to leave me 'lone All of them wish they got money on Look at my jacket, it's VLONE Look at your bitch listening to “Lucid Dreams“ I know that shit is her theme song I control that bitch like a remote Run up on me then I'm down to blow All of my niggas they grippin' poles Illuminati wit' it, 'cause I'll take her soul I go harder Get her wetter than bottles of water Call me stupid I'll pull up on him And I'll dance like I made you pull up in a Charger I'ma die for my shit like a martyr I'ma die for my shit like a martyr Talking shit 'til I pull up on you wit' that hat You can't see my dreads, nigga I'm hidin' All my niggas got shit like Verizon I see all of this shit like horizon All my niggas get money, for real, though In my kitchen, I'm movin' them pills, ho Hopefully this shit hit home Fucking that bitch like, let's go Hit that bitch on my cell phone I won't fuck, she on her menstrual I murder these instrumentals I'ma hit that bitch with a backstroke I'ma hit that bitch from the back But, shit, on a high note, you know how it is, ho Every day I wake up lit, though Niggas know what it is, what it is ho Pull up on the scene look like big cloak That was a green lighter, that wasn't a BIC, though I smoke big gas, I smoke big blunts Talkin' that shit nigga waiting on nothin' Look at your bank I just see twenties I got hunnids, you got ones I'm not the one, you is my son Pull up on the scene, I make him run All of my guns is horny as fuck Pull up on the block and I'll make them come, yeah I make this shit look simple We poppin' like Proactiv and a bunch of fucking pimples I pull up in that bitch, I'm past high She my computer, my dick is that bitch flash drive I get the cash, nigga you know I'm too fly Your bitch fuckin' my bitch In the end, she too bi You know that I don't box But I plug in like the box You talkin' stupid 'til you catch a shot up out this Glock Your bitch up on my cock I told that bitch to stop And watch And all I do is get cash, and relax, and plot Just turn me up a notch I wake up smoking the pot That's a camera I flash just like a camera when it pops And if you got it, then you got it See his Gucci on his wallet Is it Gucci or is this Louis? My designers'll be confused, so I need to stop it, I just cop it Feel like Drake, I start from the bottom I get long neck from your bitch, she an ostrich Hopefully, it's not a problem I make it look easy for real I told you this I told you that I make it look easy for real I know that it's easy to say But it ain't that easy, for real I'm rolling up Backwoods all day But the papers put me in my feels For real [Outro: Juice WRLD] Did you get all that shit?