Juice WRLD — Japan Freestyle

[Verse] Okay, let's skate Bad bitch finna come my way Going ninety when I'm on the highway Can't go high without the high, ayy Everyday I wake up, smoke another gram, ayy I don't give a fuck, nor another damn, ayy I'm smoking the kush from the Hoover Dam, ayy I'ma let these bitches know who I am I can make whole songs without messing up Gotta 'fess up, I feel like I'm next up Bad lil' bitch in the car named Vanessa She's a flexer and a sexter, huh Yeah, ayy, sext her and finesse her, uh Then it's next, yeah, huh, then it's next, yeah, uh Bowflex from the way that shit work out Choppa leave a nigga shaking like it's twerk-out, ayy, ayy Tyson, I may knock his lights out, uh Like I said, shawty strapped, she tryna dyke now, uh Run up on me, talking shit, you wanna die now, uh Choppa working kind of like a 9 to 5 now, uh Ayy, ayy, uh, switch the flow up Drinking Henny with the lean, until I throw up Almost spent 2k on a bottle of some Henny I don't even drink that heavy, what the fuck gotten in me, uh, yeah Ayy, uh, ayy, toting on the semi Hardaway when I'm ballin', these niggas comparing me to Penny, uh, ayy Sparing change? Hell nah, keep the pennies, uh, ayy Ballin' hard, fuck a jersey, need a penny, yeah, ayy, huh, ayy, huh Wasn't in me, uh Caught a fat nigga lacking, he was up at Denny's, uh, ayy He don't want smoke, but we got plenty I'm on bullshit like Chicago, no Benny, uh, yeah, ayy, yeah I'm in London, gettin' it jumpin' Run up on me, then I'm uppin' the .40, uh, yeah It ain't nothin' All of my niggas be making this money, uh, yeah, no assumption I'm gon' fuck the bank until that horny bitch cummin', yeah, ayy, huh, uh, ayy Watch a nigga vomit Like I said, my momma really think that I'm demonic Mom, let's be honest It's money in my pockets I feel like a angel with these devil horns, stop it You don't want no problems Like Wayne said, cool, “What's a goon to a goblin?“ What's a god without a goddess, so I need me a goddess Fuck being humble, shit, I'm done being modest Nah I'm playing, all this shit a blessin' Catch this choppa into your intestines Mic check, one, two, testin' Pull up on the scene, Slam! Wrestling Me and Westwood straight flexin' I just may drop a hundred on a necklace I just may drop a hundred on my next bitch Flexing on the ex bitch Uh, I do that in private My gun a librarian, that bitch came with a silence Yes, I'm for the violence I still want peace though Yes I got a girlfriend, these niggas do hoes Pull up on the scene like, kick shit like judo I'm the type-