Juice WRLD — ZIAS Bandit Reaction Freestyle

Part 1: Suge [Verse 1: Juice WRLD] In the zone Transform like Megatron Aye, fuck is you on? Call of Duty the way that I spawn You run up on me, Imma shoot I aim my hand out the roof You is a lie, I'm the truth Superman when I walk in the booth Fallin' out like a loose ass tooth Run up on me Imma kill you and you Aye, look Your bitches, they sticky like glue I fuck on that bitch then I disappear That bitch did not have a clue All of these niggas ain't gettin' no money I know that they broke than a bitch If you run up on me, then that chopper will hit you for real Cause my niggas hear you talkin' shit, they gon' pull up on you And this chopper, these pop like a pill These niggas get killed, but I'm lit, aye Run up on me, I'm lit, just like a Bic Nigga you pop, just like a zit Proactivis or something get popped like a zit These niggas ain't shit but some hoes and some bitches, aye I'm in my lane, no switchin', aye I'm not the same nigga, I'm different, aye Ball on 'em just like a Piston March on a nigga, I'm army enlisted, aye Fuck all the competition I got more drive than Bugatti engines, aye [Part 2] [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] Gucci and Louis all over my brand new coats, mhm Burberry, nigga, bad bitch Breath heavy, on a ho, on a levy I'm hot off of this medicine Meditatin' on niggas That chopper on me with a trigger that make a nigga hop like he was with Tigger My niggas get money for real Ain't talkin' bout Tommy but I got the figures The Tommy inside the Hilfiger's I pull it out spit like a pastor no scriptures These niggas ain't shit but some bitches I'm disappearin' on them just like a wizard Bitch I'm the flame, nigga Waka Flocka, oh let's do it I'm the Flame, nigga Kool-Aid Jammer Kool-Aid Jammer I'm totin' the hammer Free all my niggas locked up in the slammer Just like a fruit, bitch I'm goin' bananas Louis Vuitton Louis Vuitton on the belt Louis Vuitton on the shirt too Run up on me get murked too R. Kelly with that bitch, I may just go flirt, ooh Nintendo Switch 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 the scene with a chop, with a .44 Pull up with a 4-0, hangin' out the four door Dragon, like Komodo, pose like a photo You already know doe Audemar my wrist Audemar wrist with the A-P This so cold, run it back or replay me Pull up on the scene, 4-4-4, Jay-Z Hit a nigga with a combo, like pay me, fuck you Pull up on the scene like Imma buck you Knuck if you buck, run up on me I buck too Chopper on me and it cost like a buck or two Heh, fuck you Where you see yourself in two years? 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 I'll be the most here Options Got options, like what am I coppin'? Where do I wanna go shoppin'? Like you said, I got options The money is stacked in my pocket The money, yeah that is an option The streets, that's not an option I made a whole 'nother option Freddy Krueger Freddy Krueger, when I tote the Ruger it's a scary sight Run up on me, nigga you could die tonight I ain't never ever had stage fright Hop up on the stage, then I take lives Grab the mic, fresh to death, Gucci in the afterlife I'm in the Ghost like the Poltergeist Triple 9, still fuck the pastor's wife Woah, woah, woah, woah Thank God for the blessings Woah, woah, woah, woah In the cut totin' on a Smith & Wesson I heard you're hungry, so my Glock got the munchies It'll give your ass seconds Do you wanna get shot or stabbed? Nigga it's a choice It's a preference Activis I just been sippin' These niggas got a foot out or something, they trippin' You run up on me then I'm ballin' like Scotty That didn't rhyme, so guess I'm ballin' like Pippin Aye, huh Bitch I'm limpin' like I'm pimpin' Bathing ape on me, I'm chimpin', uh Niggas basic, bitches basic, why you so fuckin' simple? [Part 3] [Verse 3: Juice WRLD, B.Lou, ZIAS!] Light it up, light it up, yeah Aye, aye, aye Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Shoutout to- We in L.A., chillin' with Juice (Chilling with Juice) Pop me a perc (Pop me a what?), it give me a boost, (It give me a boost) it give me a boost (It give me a boost) The drank got me loose, aye, ooh Chopper kicking just like Bruce (Like Bruce, like, yeah, yeah) Bruce Lee, I be just wet like a jet-ski (Woo!) Nigga, broke niggas is my pet peeves, yuh (Uh) Yeah All these broke niggas is my pet peeves Don't take a lot to convince me Cause these niggas too full of envy Led like a pencil, no writing utensil This off of the dope, this is off of the mental I get the money, I stack it for sho' doe Pull up on the scene, it's just me and my bro bros Runnin' through the Six like Drake with the woes I'm in the paint like Shaquille O'Neal, you throw me the rock then I post I got a chopper on me, no shield, nigga I'm overexposed Imma shoot it and then I reload And these niggas they not on shit (Doo, doo, doo, doo) How do I know? I already know Aye, I pass it to bro, you see he-he finna score (Yeah) You already know that when he was plottin' I just threw an 'oop on the low (Yeah) You know that I catch it, just like I catch a nigga in traffic (Yeah) Pull up on him with a Magnum, then I pull up on his bitch with a Magnum One is a gun and one is a condom, I guess a nigga got standards Shit on that bitch all day like, "Goddamn, Juice WRLD don't got no manners" What I say earlier? Fuck school, I was rolling weed in my planner They don't want smoke with me L-O-L, these niggas just a bunch of jokes to me Really I'm rich as a bitch and they broke to me Just how it's supposed to be, just how it's supposed to be Standin' over that nigga, I'll shoot him (Ah, freestyle) I'm in the cut, totin' Yeah, I got my Ruger, these niggas ain't shit but some motherfuckin' hoes And these hoes be leeches, thots, and cougars I don't got time for it I got my girlfriend and she spin me around like a whirlwind See, me and her we money twirlin' Imma throw her in the room while she twerkin' Put in work, uh Slip on me shit, like a serpent, uh Snakes in the grass, fuck a serpent, uh That nigga a whole different person, I see him lurkin', blaow!