juice wrld – untitled freestyle lyrics
see how versatile i can get (uhuh)
okay, i’ll say a few words on this
ohh aye uh mm mm mm
okay look
high as f-ck, drunk as f-ck
in the back of the car like what the f-ck
bad b-tch at the crib, high as f-ck off the drugs, suck me up
i was high, not her
she was sober, tryna’ get a upper cut
hit em in the stomach with the choppa’ til the f-ck n-gg- had enough
freestyle sh-t that they take years to think up, thats true
pull up on the scene, leave em inked up choppa’ like a tattoo
you ain’t know, she ain’t know, he ain’t know
n-gg-, i’m that dude
matter fact make you break your back like break dance, old school
freestyle type to pull up, put the gun to your youth group
matter fact take a chain on your wrist, slave you up useful
h-ll yeah ya b-tch i meant use you
beat it up, beat it up, mike tyson i abuse you
flow gold, so cold like diamonds f-ck that rose gold
.40 on me it’ll sneeze, grab a kleenex got a bad cold
pull up on him, hit him in his face twice, now he got a bad nose
i’m the type to pull up on the scene full of sh-t like a -sshole
my flow is so cold, my flow is so cold its so cool
these n-gg-s so lame, these n-gg-s so old im so new
pull up on the scene just me no guys i’m solo
feel like kudi cause i’m still rockin’ the dolo
box all on my logo, you b-tch she a hoe hoe
stick on me yeah the stick on and its super big, no h-m-
n-gg-s talking that dumb sh-t hit em in his ears, no dumbo
not in my house with a tumble
left right left right, thats a combo
i’ma serve it like cilantro
k!ll a n-gg- in his condo
then i f-ck his b-tch his condo
i hit this og, let his mom know
i am the bomb hoe, i blow up just like a bomb hoe
just let your mom know
juice he got that old sound flow (yeah)
i ain’t ever gotta write (uuhh)
im the sh-t to these n-gg-s like d-mn
do i ever gotta wipe (yuuh)
pull up on em with the gun like d-mn
that n-gg- finna die (yeah)
ima overk!ll overk!ll [?] (yeah aye)
r.i.p. to my fallin’ ones, i just lost my brother, for real (uh)
im sick of lookin’ at the news, i may lose another, for real (yuh)
everybody keep on snitchin on em, they ain”’’t undercovers, for real (yuh)
its how i catch em lackin’ sleepin with each others under covers for real (yuh)
man
sh-t gets real out here
withdrawals a b-tch, ive been takin too many pills out here
tryna live out here, no advils
f-cked the b-tch on my adlibs
said that twice cause sh-t is mad real
man
westwood throw on some different sh-t
im still rappin’ on it ’cause im showin’ the distance between me and these other n-gg-s
like i said i can f-ck your mother n-gg-
like i said i can f-ck your baby sitter
like i said i’m here to baby n-gg-s, for real
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