Juice WRLD — ZIAS Hear Me Calling Reaction Freestyle

[Part 1] [Verse: Juice WRLD & B. Lou] Damn B. Lou, why you trappin' so hard? Everyday I get that money, stack a star Everyday I was in 9th grade, poppin’ bars I'm so high, I can't see, I’m with the stars I'm with Juice WRLD I'm with Z I like bitches They all on fleek They all some freaks Wrist elite Ooh, sippin' on that purple, ease the pain Y'all got candy That's some candy ...handy I told 'em take this tool, no Handy Manny I'm in the trap with you niggas, you run up on me then Imma rob you for figures All of these niggas some bitches and bitches be actin’ like niggas, it’s twisted Talkin' that shit imma hit you, I pop a Xanax bar after I forget you I put my dick in her system, after that I rotate, fuck on her sister [Part 2] [Verse: Juice WRLD, ZIAS & B. Lou] I slam that bitch like the Rock I slam that bitch like uh- ok I slam that bitch like the Rock I pour a 4 of the wock Rollie on me that’s the stop' Semi-clip like a big cock, stop Run up on me, you get hit Hit you in your mouth, no lockjaw I put my dick in your broad You ain't on shit, nigga dot com You ain't on shit, nigga All black nigga, that is my fit And my chains gettin’ way bigger Ayy, ayy, since 4th grade I've been that nigga All these chains, I ain't ever been no slave, nigga Never been a slave, but to these opps I'm a grave digga Go figure, I up the tommy of Tommy Hilfiger Your bitch is a frame, so she fit in my picture Backwoods to the brain, ain't fuckin' with swishers Ain't fuckin' with switchas, nigga I be sippin' that lean Hol' on, ouu, nigga you know I'm the dean Nigga I hit the club, fresh and so clean AP [?], it's on lean AP it's on me it's so freezy Bitch, is you a-teasing? Switch on that bitch, you is teasing She stole my wish, not the sneezing [?] tap when I hit from the back, I get so deep the bitch started wheezing After that I kick her out the hotel and the little bitch said she need me I told that bitch like "I'm like a teddy bear", her childhood she shouldn't keep me Run up on me, then I may hit the choppa, it gon' heat you up like a microwave Talkin' that shit then I'm on your top, imma twist your shit up like some microbraids [Part 3] [Verse: Juice WRLD] Who want the smoke? L-O-L nigga, you know you just a joke Ain't got my tool but I can fix you if you broke I say, I say, who want the- Wait, hol' on, the beat caught me off-guard I come back and dribble left-right, nigga I'ma damn point guard Fire them shots off if you work for me when in charge And I'll yellowbone, not a redbone, stay yellowbone like [?] Wet like Simpson, nigga I ain't talkin' Jessica Simpson, nigga But if you check my network, I got that Jessica Simpson Pull up on him, I kill him I put my dick in her system, after that I put my dick in her sister Said it last time, but I had to revisit it All of my niggas be killin', I feel like a librarian, I ain't talkin' Give her the D in the office, fuck from the back, she say I'm awfully awesome Got bars like Austin, I'll send my niggas run through your apartment Pull up and I spark it, in the back of the bus parkin' Nigga I'm Rosa Parkin' Two hoes at a time in this yacht then catch me Noah's Arkin I get cash all day, but you know what happen when that nina sparkin' I feel like [?] You run up on me, I smoke you like gas, rollin' up all your fart, nigga