Juice WRLD — Juice WRLD Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle 101

[Intro] Uh-huh, uh-huh Man, man, man, man Uh [Verse] On these beats, I feel like I'm a murderer Who are these niggas? Who are y'all, never heard of 'em Who am I? I'm a murderer, uh Niggas always on a sneak diss murmuring, uh Ion really got no time for the chit-chat, bitch get back This choppa break pussies in half, Kit-Kat Run up on me that's cool, up the choppa out the mismatch Designer that you can't afford, uh Hop out a foreign, these up niggas in a Ford Yo' bitch like a car, yeah, that bitch a whore, uh A four-door, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah President like Morris, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah I feel like I'm the best at what I do, I swear it Pull up on the scene, that blood, you gon' wear it And brains get to tearin', and all that fallin', ballin' 'Bron on the Lakers like Spalding, damn This is how I play Me and G-Money gamblin' over 2K, that's 10K Yo' advance, not 2K Off the top with the freestyles, no toupee I kick push work in my city like Lupe That bitch don't cross the street, yeah she go both ways My choppa shoot 'em four times, that's foreplay Make you ring like a single finger, no Beyoncé Man, it's 3K for the wrist, André Just to fly out a bitch from the islands, Bombay I do me all night and all day, dawg Run up on me, then that choppa gon' spray, dawg I'm not a Xbox, no I won't play, dawg That shit dead like your people's in the graveyard No offense, nah fuck that, all offense Police come through, I'm out the trap, I hopped the fence, uh Man, I do this everyday though In the cut, like I kill people nigga, Tadoe World in my hands, I'ma mold it like Play-Doh Full of shit, hell yeah, rich ass A-Hole A-Hole on the a-list Fuckin' all the bitches on the a-list that you ain't even see yet I'm meeting all the legends, that all these goofy ass peasants, didn't even get to meet yet They askin' for features I'm shittin' on my exes, these niggas and my teachers You pull up, that's okay Remember up in school when we caught yo' ass lackin', and we jumped you by the bleachers? That's a true ass story Yeah, I got kicked out Fuck the bitch in the porta-potty, my dick out I'm on the scene goin' crazy, runnin' sick routes I had to bring that shit out, man I'm exposin' these niggas I don't take breaks from raps, no reloading, lil' nigga My clip on infinity, shootin' up yo' vincinity I got Duff Clinton, lil' money like my name Hillary I feel like a pastor, the triple 9 is the ministry Nigga they be pussy like a menstrual bleed, huh Really I'ma play 'em like an instro key, huh Pull up on a scene, choppa gon' spray Sing like, "Do-re-mi" Falsetto, I fucked the bitch in the projects from the ghetto I pull her strings like my name was Gepetto Left her in the middle like Malcolm Sit down and settle Man, I'm the best Man, I'm a rebel Billy Idol in my earphones, I'm a devil I'm the best to ever do it Fuck with me, I'll hit you in your face, you leakin' body fluids I feel like, I feel like These other niggas they be sweet like Mike And Ikes These niggas pussy, then a bitch, they won't take a life I might as well take they life then take they wife Resurrect they bodies, shoot them twice, yeah shoot them twice Real shit, scratch they ass off, lil auto quick-pick Burn 'em like kush with Jamaicans and incense Been the realest nigga since I came out an infant Ten years old, freestylin' The best to ever do it, all the other crowds silent Went to high school and the shit got wilder Suburbs and hoods at the same time violent From Roselyn to Homewood, I did my shit R. Kelly hell yeah, I piss the shit R. Kelly with the gun, get pistol-whipped In that shit, sharper than a fucking pencil tip, man I ain't never gave a shit, I ain't never gave a fuck I ain't never gave a damn That's your bitch, why's she all up on my dick From the 'Gram, she gon' prolly gonna come over and get crammed And these niggas ain't on shit I'm sure like Sam motherfucker I am And I swear to God, that bitch trapped up Like a dyke, like her first name Dick Van Oof, I got some wordplay I'm 'bout to ax these niggas with the verbs, ayy Chopper shootin' for the green, I feel like Larry Bird, ayy I say what I want, these other niggas absurd, ayy I'm on Flex, flexing on all these niggas that was freestylin' I feel like I'm the best of all of 'em I've been ballin' on 'em like Like Mike I'm a Harley Davidson, you a Tike Bike You a Tike Bike and that's my shit you sayin' nigga That's a soundbite I ain't had copyrights today so you can have it cuz I'ma prolly make that money back, I'm a savage, mhm You fuckin' with my gang, you gon' need more than a bandage If we robbin' you, then we gon' cut deep more than some bandits We gon' take your whole shit down, fuck a vandal Put a bullet in your soup can, fuck the Campbell's Matter fact, I'll leave your brain eggs,get it scramble I feel like Kyrie with this mic, I handle Feel like a technician with this shit, get dismantled Man, this is off the top of the dome, I never write it See the shit before I say it, I'm feelin' just like a psychic She ridin' my dick just like a bike, ten-speed .40 on my hip nigga, please don't tempt me Full clip, I'll leave the party empty With a bad bitch riding me like okay Whole team finna fuck on that bitch, we ten deep If her boyfriend rolling, he'll jump by ten feet I did it yeah I did it yeah I walk away with blood on my Timberlands That's why I keep on ballin' like Timbs Dunkin', A1 with the shit no flunkin' I hate Halloween so I'm aimin' at your pumpkin Yo bitch Dunkin Donut sweet, a munchkin She a eat-eat, we gon' make the bitch munched in She want McDonald's, we may just take her out for lunch then We ain't going to Ruth's Chris, not for this piss poor bitch We ain't going to Ruth's Chris, not for this piss poor bitch Nah, we can go to Ruth's Chris and ball out Bussin' 'Rari's, run 'em just to fall out Playing XBOX, so used to play Fallout Broke up with my bitch over it, we fell out Man, the cops came, I bailed out Done packed shit, we used to ship 'em through the mail Now, I'm in L.A. smokin' the shit they ship out I dpn't gotta ship it, I just pull and sip now Speaking of sippin', I kinda love the codeine I don't do that coke, these niggas keep the nosebleeds I pull up on 'em, ballin' court sides, no nosebleeds 24 I need a ring, feel like Kobe, uh Clutch as fuck bitch I feel like Ginóbili At least that's what your mama told me But she was in the bed, holdin' on to my Rollie With my dick in her mouth like a freshly lit stogie From Chicago, we eat arrows and hoagies Will you eat, where you from? That shit trash, ho From Chicago, we feel like the G.O.A.T Hell yeah, we the best in the class, ho Hell yeah, we the first, not the last, ho Hell yeah, we'll beat your ass in class, ho Hell yeah, we'll drop out and fuck the math, ho Just to hit the streets, add it up do the math, bro Feel my wrath when I'm walking in these Rafs, bro I'ma tornado, get the fuck out of my path, bro Ayy, LOL when I'm in the bank These niggas stealing my mentions but I got the last laugh, ho Man, I'm richer than a bitch I really hate the bag but sometimes I get an itch I wanna talk my shit so I can walk my shit So I can hit his light and knock it off his switch And if his girl wan' it, we are off his bitch Walk away, police coming over We call for this shit, like "Yeah, we don't know what happened, we was on the corner freestylin' to Juice shit rappin', ya dig?"