Juice WRLD — Juice WRLD I Bought Her Freestyle

Gucci and Louis all over my brand new coats Burberry, make a bad bitch breathe heavy On a whole, nother leve-y , I'm, high off of this medicine Meditating on niggas That choppa on me with a trigger that make a nigga hop with kids with tigger My niggas get money for real I ain't talkin bout Tommy but I got the figures That Tommy inside the Hilfiger's I pull it out spit like I'm passin no scrimption These niggas ain't shit but some bitches I'm disappearin on it just like a wizard Bitch I'm the flame, nigga Waka Flaka "O Let's Do it", I'm the flame nigga Aye, Kool-Aid Jammer I'm totin that hammer, free all my niggas locked up in thе slammer, Just like a fruit bitch I'm goin bananas Louis Vuitton on the bеlt, Louis Vuitton on the shirt too Run up on me get murked too, R. Kelly with that bitch I might just go flirt ooh I switch like Nintendo, pull up on him rhymes off of the mental Explode like pop when you drop one mento Aye, bitch I'm dope no antidote Pull up on a scene with a choppa with a 44, pull up with a four O, Hangin out the 4-door, dragon like komodo, pose like a photo Aye, you already know tho Audemar wrist with the AP, this so cold run it back go replay me Pull up on a scene 444 Jay-Z, hit a nigga with a combo like play me, fuck you Pull up on a scene like, Ima buck you Knuck if you buck run up on me I buck too Choppa on me and it cost like a buck or two Huh, I'm bussin you Where I see myself in two years Shittin on all my peers, the ones that wish that they were right here A lot of shit changed since last year I'm not the same nigga as last year Last year was a broke year, but the next year will be the most hell Got options, like what am I coppin Where do I wanna go shoppin Like you said, I got options Got money inside of my pocket My money yeah that is an option The streets, that's not an option I made a whole nother option Freddy Krueger when I tote the ruler it's a scary sight, run up on me nigga you can die tonight I ain't never had to have stage fright, hop up on the stage then I take lives Grab the mic, fresh to death Gucci in the afterlife I'm in a Ghost like a poltergeist, triple 9 still fuck the pastor's wife Whoah whoah whoah whoah Thank God for the blessings Whoah whoah whoah whoah In the cut totin on a Smith & Wesson I heard you're hungry, so my Glock got the munchies it'll give yo ass seconds Do you wanna get shot or stabbed nigga it's yo choice, it's a preference Activist I jus been sippin, these niggas got foot out or somethin they trippin You run up on me then I'm ballin like Scotty, that didn't rhyme so guess I'm ballin like Pippen, aye huh Bitch I'm limpin, like I'm pimpin, bathing ape on me I'm chimpin, huh Niggas basic, bitches basic, why you so fuckin simp