Juice WRLD — My Name Is Konbini Freestyle

[Intro] Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh uh uh-huh My name is My name is (uh) My name is [Verse] I say hi, my name is Mr. Brainless Toting on the stainless, leave you on the pavement My flow go brazy, that's on the daily Its funerals for goofy hoes, I give the pussy daisies Shaking like haiti, rock-a-bye like a baby I'm not a Xbox, therefore you can't play me My flow like Eminem, really it's too shady Eminem, Wayne, and Drake damn near made me Now I'm the next up, yo bitch giving her neck up I had to fuck sext her, kick it out don't text her I don't еven caress her, if anything I finesse her And you know I'm bout the Scott, drinking shit like Carreta In the cut with beretta, at your head like beretta My flow go forever, I don't show no effort The way I freestyle shit, the same shit that they write I'm piped up give you a nosebleed, you sniffing that white I'm in that ghost like poltergeist It's triple nine, The pastor's wife just may catch some of this dick tonight Nigga, I'm feeling rich tonight I scratch them off like a lotto quickpick Burn them like a Jamaican with kush and some incense Been the realest motherfucker ever since the infant Tony Hawk when I be grinding, Nigga that's a trick tip Try me if you want, chopper fuck you like a thick bitch After that I get rich, just to fuck a thick bitch I'm so ignorant, that I feel like John Dillinger I feel like a pilgrim, burning down all these villages That means you ain't shit but a native I'm off these fucking sedatives Feeling great, but I think I could be feeling greater Imma try these two, I'ma mix them with those two and see what it does do Pull up on the scene like damn "ain't that the same kid from high school that said he was gonna make it" He actually made it He actually famous He actually aiming at the stars and he's shooting I feel like an army I'm a sergeant I'm recruiting What the fuck is you doing Feel like nike nigga cause my flow really just do it uh I'm clueless, nah I'm ruthless Kinda like my car, kinda like your broad Feeling like a star, studying abroad I put that on god that's word to allah Uh uh I've been going hard again Beat you upm now it's blood on my cardigan I feel like an ace of spades fuck it I'ma pull this card again Break the glass and now its a bunch of fucking shards in him I'm at the door nigga I'm barging in I got my whole militia with me it's a squadron friend I ain't really with the talking shit I'm over it Matter fact Imma leave him in the grave or sum' Pop a molly in the party at the rave or sum' These chains up on my neck I never been a slave for nothing You run up that's okay I got this k for nothing I'm busting, for real though Mama kinda mad cause I was rolling off the pills I said I'm trying to keep it real though I'm trying to keep it real bro She said you high as fuck, I said I really am for real bro I can't feel my face but it's cool Give a fuck about you Give a fuck about college Give a fuck about school Had to drop that shit say fuck that shit They paying back student loans while I'm sittin back rich World-tourin, like I told you so You'll get cranked like you soulja ho That choppa sing like drake nigga ovo and bring you back in the old days like colonials I write the shit out like a numeral In my head freestyle it, I dont write it at all In the party off the percs I don't do no adderall You get watched like blood pressure cholesterol I'm the type to knock at the door until you knock it off Pull up with your bitch in the back having to top me off [Outro] With a top off in the drop top with a hot thot playing hopscotch Let me st- Lemme stop