Tim Westwood Freestyle

Yeah, uh, uh

Uh-huh, huh, hahaha

Some of y’all be sayin’ y’all freestylin’

But y’all be like… spittin’ writtens and shit

Haha, that’s BS

Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh

Uh, I don’t even write my wrongs, haha

Ayy, yuh

Off the top, kickin’ it, no karate class

Janitor, I’ll mop his ass up, chop his ass up

I’m the best at what I do, can’t nobody do it better

Yo girl a sprinkler system from the way I get her wetter

Uh, I’m out the jam like jelly

I’ma go hard, catch the shot like Belly

I’m the best to ever do it, have ’em leakin’ body fluids

Feel like Waka Flocka “O Let’s Do It” when I’m on this music

Off the dome when I’m kickin’ it

Kinda like I got a impediment when I’m spittin’ it

I been rippin’ writtens without writing a damn thing

I’m doin’ my damn thing, I rap and I sing

I ring like bells, king

That’s me, you better king me

I’m married to the money, fuck it, need to buy a ring, b

I pull up on the scene, choppa get to fuckin’ ringing

Like a joke or something, choppa get the zinging, aha

Man this shit look easy, on my grind like Trukfit, no Lil Weezy

Your bitch too sleazy,.40 bless you, sneezin’

I’m the best to ever do it, take yo breath away, you not breathin’, uh

Breaking Bad method how I sell this meth

Retrospect, put that shit back in retrospect

Take yo specs, take yo bitch, grab her breast, tat her chest

I’m the best to ever do it, I’ma say that again

Lord forgive me on this mic, ’cause I know I’m finna sin

Killin’ him, him, and him, referencin’ Eminem

All these other rappers ain’t shit but feminine, and

I don’t really got time for it

They can have a penny ’cause I don’t really got a dime for it

Catch me rockin’ Tom Ford and some Air Forces

With a passport and a black torch

Comin’ up the full court, pressed like Kobe or somethin’

Super clutch in the fourth like Ginobili or somethin’

You say you ballin’ like you Jordan, nigga, nah, you frontin’

Run up on me, that’s okay, that choppa on me get the Jumpman

Like Jumpman,.23 and that Glizzy come and get it

I been defyin’ niggas like science and physics

You run up on me, I hit ’em, that choppa on me like a tongue

I pull it out and it lick ’em, I’ma shoot him ’til he done, uh

I got all the girls sprung, pull up on the scene like a “he hung”

I’m of the best to ever do it, say that again

Off the dome, kickin’ it, that’s just how it is

I don’t got to write shit, I see it like a psychic

Your girl like a Huffy commercial, she ride like bikes, kid

I’m the best to ever do it, yeah, I said it, huh, and I meant it

Listen to my lyrics, man, I vibe on this bitch

Roll a blunt up, a OG, and get high on this bitch

Mix it with the pills and liquor, I may die on this bitch

Did I that shit on purpose? Suicide in that bitch, huh

Suicide doors with a suicide whore

Drivin’ off a bridge, I call that a suicide Porsche, haha

Ooh, we kickin’ it, man, look

I pull up in a four-door flippin’ like parkour

Fuck yo bitch on camera and call that shit a hardcore

Hard porn, sharper than harpoons

I come through with three bullets in my face, that’s a war room

Animated like cartoons when I’m off the shrooms

Niggas dirty so that choppa actin’ like brooms, uh

Niggas salty like Spongebob and spittoon, uh

Pull up on the scene, huh, that’s just me, uh

Hey, switch that shit up real quick, uh-huh

I may come back to that, I don’t know

Uh-huh, I was just talkin’ about how I like Tyler and then Cole

Uh, I’ma, uh

I’ma fuckin’ Dapper Dan in a pair of Gucci socks

Runnin’ up on me you get popped

Catch the shot out the Glock, I’m the Juice, word to Pac

Run up on me, pop your top, matter of fact, better back up

‘Cause I’m in the back of the truck, with the MAC tucked

Tell that nigga condiment or somethin’, he need to catch up

He can’t catch us, them niggas can’t back us, huh

Man, them niggas need some backup

I’m on the scene, boolin’ with my bros

Like Drake with the 6, runnin’ through it with my woes

Run up on me like Shaquille, in the paint I’m throwin’ bows

You a ballerina ’cause I keep you on your toes

Shout out to them Florida niggas, I know some zos

Run up, that’s okay, I’m finna let the choppa blow

I’m on Westwood, ridin’ through yo hood

Like Red Ridin’, strikin’ like bright lightnin’, my flow is too excitin’

I’ll end yo world like Mayans, off the dome, kickin’ it

Try me if you think I’m lyin’, man, listen how I do it

I get brain from a smart bitch but she stupid

Put an arrow through yo heart, but no, I’m not Cupid

Make you shuffle when I shoot, but no, it’s not Cupid

The wordplay is so cold, my heart is so gone

Yo bitch is so sprung, yeah, I put the team on

She gon’ give the whole team head, call that a crew neck

But I’m wearin’ a sweater, I’ma get her wetter, uh

I’m the best to ever do it, I’ll say that shit forever

No matter the weather, knock ’em out like Floyd Mayweather

I’m off the dome kickin’ it, that’s just how it is

I’m Khalifa with the reefer but I never been a wiz

Tricks are for grownups, they said they were for kids

Hell nah, ’cause you will get popped off like a zit

If you fuckin’ with my money cause, I’m all about a grip

Tell yo bitch to swallow kids and I’ll tell you to swallow clips

Rest in piss, rest in this, matter of fact, I’ma go hard

Spit crack like Bobby Brown and grill ’em like Bogart

Stomp the yard like Chris Brown like he got shot in the movie

I’m hotter than white bitches chillin’ in a jacuzzi

My money got longer, shout out to Uzi

I’m in the scene with a nina, you run up, I’m shootin’

I swear that you don’t want no problems with me, it’s over with

Call me everything but sober, I am not with that sober shit

It’s a union with my gang, come around like a Soviet

Matter of fact, I’m finna gamble for this shit, where your poker chips?

If you run up, you’ll, you’ll get cranked like Soulja did

I’ma drop bars same way I drop bombs

You ain’t on shit, WW-dot-com

I forgot a W, I took that out, ’cause that W stand for “Win”

I never took the losin’ route, I always took the losers out

Eeny meeny miney moe, I always pick the choosers out

She got titties, when she come around I pick the hooters out

Run up on me, that’s okay, they beefin’ on computers now?

I’m not worried about these niggas, keep a.30 on my hip

I Steph Curry about these niggas

These niggas hella soft, man I worry about these niggas

I never run away, I don’t flurry away from niggas

That nigga lil’ pussy, he furry, ain’t he, lil’ nigga?

Pull up on the scene, you know I’m with it

My windows tinted, pulled up clean with a “Stop, you’re finished”

You know we dig it

I’m ballin’ like Dennis Rodman, I’m fuckin’ awesome

I’m bombin’ like atomic, my eyes are redder than demonic

I’m faster than sonic, I’m faster, withdrawals got me fastin’

My stomach movin’ slow like molasses

I got it, run up on me, I’m poppin’

Feel like Drake when I’m rappin’ ’cause I start from the bottom

All this shit that I’m talkin’, I could probably back it up

I slide into yo bitch DM like a sled and toboggan

For your brains I may bargain, I caught you lackin’ at Target

I’ll turn yo ass to a target then threw yo ass in the garbage

Run up on me, it’s nothing, I swear to God that I’m bussin’

Like a Proactiv commercial or somethin’, haha

These niggas makin’ assumption, me, I’m just makin’ this money, huh

I wear Givenchy, you still in Abercrombie, you see the difference?

Broke niggas and rich niggas, showin’ the distance

This is a business relationship, fuck a friendship

All these other niggas fake like, “What you got over there?

Let me get something off your plate,” nah

I did this by myself so I don’t need nobody help

Shit, I’m a giant, you an elf, I put yo brains up on a shelf after I collect it

Matter of fact, my mind is my weapon

Slide through yo block again and catch some sloppy seconds

That’s a preference, I heard you like talkin’ about heaven

Well I send yo ass to hell, right next to Jezebel, uh, huh

You can catch twenty shells, you a fat pussy, you get shot, Garfield

I got bars like jail barbells, these niggas not funny, huh, Seinfeld, aha

But my flow is so unpredictable

Fuckin’ with me is like steppin’ in a minefield

Man, I could never mess up, I gotta fess up, this is a confession

I pull up on the scene with my.40, it came from my plaster

That shit’s a blessing, huh, I leave you in the past tense

I wrap the rap in plastics, that’s just some plaster rap

But I’m still the realest rapper after the fact, huh, can you imagine that?

Man, these niggas sick to hell, Johnson couldn’t magic that

Man, this rappin’ shit is such a passion

Not a father when I did it so I’m callin’ me a bastard

And these niggas talkin’ dumb to me

But that shit doesn’t matter, ’cause my pockets gettin’ fatter

And I’m climbin’ like a ladder, outer space, I’m up on Saturn

With some niggas that came from my hometown

They really rowdy, you run up, that’s okay

I swear to God we get to growlin’ and bouncin’ and pouncin’

You gon’ need a bouncer, we robbin’ yo accountant for everything

So much money that I ain’t even count yet

Life’s a bitch, why is mine keep playin’ farfetched

These niggas ain’t locked up, haven’t seen bars yet

My gun singin’ like Barbra, guess, Streisand

I got a knife in my right hand, your bitch in my left hand

Her meth in my back pocket, I’ll give it to her in a second

If she keep jockin’, I’ll rip your eyes out of your head

If you keep watchin’, I am the best rapper in here

The best rapper over there, the best rapper everywhere

I can say what I want and it come out how I want it

Run up if you want, that’s okay ’cause it’s over

I really do not condone it, I don’t fuck with opponents

It’s commas, no exponents, but these bullets come in three

And they singin’ like Jonas, I don’t really got no smoke

But if you want it I got it, I pull it out and I pop it

I send some shots at your noggin, I remember rockin’ Robins

Back at the bottom, now it’s Givenchy and Gucci

All over my pair of pockets, man, maybe I should stop it

Let’s keep goin’ man, I’m just feelin’ nauseous

Off the Henny, that’s the remedy

A hundred in these clips, so if I shoot it that’s a centipede

I stick it on the Lamborghini, drivin’ like a century

It’s 21 inside this clip, like the century, I’m schoolin’ niggas

Ruler and the Glock, elementary, I’m in her mouth like a dentist

She made me replenish, I’m ballin’ like I’m Dennis

Rodman, rotten, plottin’, freestyle, no jottin’, I got it

Man I could rap forever, if I go broke Westwood I’ma trap forever

So cold I could go to Siberia and trap the weather

I could trap in Siberia, I could trap wherever

Man, rainy weather, sunny weather, either way, it goes

My gun with me ’cause let’s go, ooh

Next beat, next beat, I may come back, ahahaha

Next part, what should I kill? Cool, uh, uh-huh, yeah, uh

Catch me spittin’ on this Kill beat

Hopin’ that these niggas would just feel me, the real me

My weapon is concealed and

You know I’m a suspect when I walk into the building

I came to London just to make some noise

The shit I say is for grown men, these bars are not for lil’ boys

I’m Andy with these toys

You run up on me, you get flexed on like Terry Crews and steroids

Listen, I been ballin’ like a Piston

I been marchin’ on niggas like I am army enlisted

You run up on me, you get it

My choppa retarded and spittin’ on these goofy ass niggas

Pop a roofie, I’m gone, in a whole ‘nother zone

Put my dick in yo mom, that’s the shit that I’m on

Yeah, that’s the shit that I’m on, you ain’t on shit ’cause you dumb

You run up on me, you gone, that choppa on me, it’s rung

You get hung like a noose

I’m about the war, give a fuck about the truce

All about myself, I give a fuck about you

Matter of fact, I may just shoot the fuck up out you

Put an X next to your name like Malcolm

I guess you didn’t weigh your options out, your outcomes

You did the wrong shit on the right day

We turn a white day into a red day

Fuck what yo mom say, fuck what yo dad say

I keep it 3K like my first name Andre

If I go broke, I’m probably servin’ like an entree

In Bombay with yo girl suckin’ all on me

Off the Xannies, I’m a zombie

Don’t believe me, try me, fuck around, stomp you

I’m kinda hungry off the weed, I may chomp you

And that shorty, she a eater, she a muncher

Man I’m feeling like a monster

Straight Jeffrey Dahmer when I’m grippin’ the Llama

You don’t want problems, no smoke at all

I take your whole pound and smoke it all

I take yo bitches then fuck ’em all

They on my D, I’m hatin’, I duck ’em all

And she look at my whole team then suck ’em all

Macaroni on me, it’ll buck-buck ’em all

Man somebody tell me to stop, nah, I’ma keep goin’, just watch

I take yo Rollie, yo watch, yo bitches all on my cock

You run up on me, get popped, they judge a nigga like Cochran

They forgot to stop it, run up on me here

I got a rocket on me, no launcher

I feel like I am the bestest, I’m deadlier than asbestos

My word is really my weapon, I’m coming back for some seconds

Freestylin’s a preference, send you to stairway to heaven

Man, these niggas writin’ the shit that I say

The beats beat when I’m beatin’ like Doctor the Dre

I pull up on them with the choppa, and screamin’ out, “Hey!

Fuck you, pow pow, have a nice day”

And my wrist is like an ice tray, and yo bitch she do what I say

Yeah, she put her hands in the air when my song come on

Like single ladies and Beyoncé, yeah

And the way that I spit shit

I burn niggas like Jamaicans with the incense

Been the realest with the shit ever since I was an infant

I’m a misfit, Tony Hawk on my grind like a trip tip, you could get hit

Choppa leave you cryin’ like a chick flick, I’m a sick kid

Bitch, I been lit, man these niggas ain’t shit but some pussies

And pork ass niggas, fuck is a piglet

Fuck is these niggas, I don’t fuck with these niggas

A four-leaf clover on a bullet, good luck with these niggas

Man it must suck for these niggas, ol’ sufferin’ niggas

YouTube ol’ video bufferin’ niggas

Ol’ big bad wolf huff-puffin’ ass niggas

‘Til I pull up on the scene like, “You think you hard?”

I put a bullet hole through your muffin ass, nigga

Man, all the songs that I’m bumpin’, I got the partiers jumpin’

You run up on me, it’s over, that chopper’s on me, it’s dumpin’

I’ll dump you like a bad relationship, hold on, wait, wait, wait

Let me take this shit, it may take a bit

I spit the shit I say, go back, re-say it

Then say somethin’ different, replacin’ it, man they hatin’ us

It’s presidential brain from yo bitch Sarah Palin kid

Still sellin’ John McCain, like you got yo shit snatched

My flow is off the chain, pull up in the rover, yeah, I got the range

I feel like Drake, nothing was the same

Niggas love to hate, get up out my face before you catch a AK

Shoot him in his face, tell that nigga bye-bye, man down, mayday

Pull up to his mom house and turn it to my safe place

I need a safe haven, I’m too busy slayin’

Dyin’ my hair like Super Saiyans, leave his face on the pavement

Jackie Chan when I’m smokin’, I really feel like an Asian

Fuck yo bitch when I’m high, call that shit Asian persuasion

I rush out with yo girl, she fuck for hours up in the shower

I feel like I got superpowers, I’m so superb

I’m ’bout the action, you niggas ’bout action verbs

I don’t gotta say a word, I shoot for the green, feelin’ like Larry Bird

On the competition, I drop and take a turd

Shove it in they ears, they hearin’ every word

Really though, I get it poppin’ like a nigga hittin’ wheelies, ho

Or an ollie, ho, or a molly, ho

Run a train on yo bitch, that’s a trolley, ho

Don’t try me how I do you like Dej Loaf

You want to go to heaven so bad, here’s a halo

My gun sing like J Lo, you better get low like limbo

Before you catch a couple shots for yo kinfolk

I’m Rambo with the ammo, I don’t never let go

Money kinda stick to me, call me Juice Velcro

Say you gettin’ money now, fuck nigga hell no

You don’t like Adidas but this choppa give you shell toes

This choppa give you shell toes

And leave yo ass dancin’ on the floor like a red nose

Beam on my gun, that’s a red nose

Pull up on the scene, let the shit blow

Yonkers, Yonkers, in this bitch with Westwood, man

Yeah, let’s do it, oof, got a lil’ more bounce to it, don’t it?

Uh, uh, I’ve been going through a lot as of lately

You can call me crazy

Bitches wanna play me

Really I got blueprints

Feelin’ like I’m JAY-Z

My flow in the morning, Westwood no Sway B

That’s just how it is, boy

My flow so brazy, my flow so cool

My flow so outdated, so old school

But then nigga switch it up to something so new

These niggas walking around like they bulletproof

‘Til the bullets shoot, leave the bullets through his sunroof

Kill his son too

Give a fuck, oh, give a fuck

Nah, not what I do

I’m the type to pull up on your youth group

With a choppa and a machete, that’s fuckin’ useful

Matter of fact, here it go

I ain’t the same nigga I was a year ago

I feel like Jesus in the studio

I’m spittin’ miracles, I’m in that white whip

What you call that shit? A miracle

Fuck yo bitch from the back singing negro spirituals

Got a seal, like fate, like a fuckin’ envelope

I ain’t dope, I’m anti-dope, word to Travis

You run up, that’s okay, you gettin’ played like Lenny Kravitz

I never had a father, like I said I’m such a bastard

You run up, uh, cool, I’ma let your brain splatter

The bullet rim rattle

I feel like Shaquille in the fourth

Break backboards

How I break her back when I hit it from the back, boy

I’m up to bat, boy, it’s out the park like Barry Bonds

You best believe that boy, huh

I spit crack boy

I spit anything they want

I sell it and make it right back boy

You run up on me you get smacked, boy

You get smacked like a bitch and a pimp running laps boy

I’m running shit like gym class on your bitch ass

Leave you leaking like maxi pads, grab a Tampax

I pull up on ’em with two guns, they attached

Knocked ’em out, ping ping ping, boxing match, uh

But my flow is unmatched, my flow is outmatched

My flow is so hard, your flow is wack

My flow is so crack, your flow is so mid

My flow is so kill, your flow is so eh

I don’t got time for it

Suck on my dick, tell your bitch to come over and swallow my kids

Choppa on my hip I had to hollow my tips

Hallowed be thy name, pray to catch his ass slippin’

Pull up on his ass leave him leakin’ I get ’em

Walkin’ with a limp.40 heavy like I’m pimpin’

Matter fact I have ’em dancin’ when I shoot it crippin’

Niggas talkin’ stupid ’til that nigga end up missin’

UFC when I fight ’em I put ’em submission

Hand on a Smith and, I’ma go and get ’em

Stevie Wonder with it, still got 20/20 vision

You can’t fuck with me, uh, you can’t fuck with me, huh

I’m like a bad STD, bitch, you stuck with me, huh

.40 on my hip I up it on me luckily, huh

Rushin’ hours, like I said got Chrissie Tuck with me, ayy

Couple niggas that’s bound to not give a fuck with me, huh

Just in case these other niggas try fuck with me, uh

Kept my wits about me luckily, you know I’m smart, uh

I’ve been flying through the air I feel like Bonaparte, uh

Keep two bitches in my circle like I’m Noah’s Arc, uh

Fuck with me I up that choppa tear your bones apart, uh

Felt my grove on this track now I’m goin’, huh

In too deep with this rap shit the ocean, uh

I’m a flow of the purple, the potion, uh

I’ma catch me a op in the open, uh

I make this shit look easy while you strugglin’

I’m ballin’ triple doublin’ while you doublin’

I exposed like shrooms get it? I be trufflin’

It’s Terry Crews with this shit you know I’m musclin’

Watchin’ Regular Show laughin’ at Muscle Man

Chip on my shoulder it’s lookin’ like a Pringles can

Desert Eagle on my hip, I’m not a Eagles fan

You know I’m from Chicago they my people man, yeah

Try me if you wanna

I’ll smoke you like a backwood full of marijuana

Matter fact you run up on me you don’t want no drama

I’ma leave you scratched like a DJ after DJ Drama touched it

I don’t give a fuck, I’m on my fucked shit

I’m killin’ niggas like they on my bucket list

I turn my bucket list into a fuckin’ fuck it list

So when I kill I walk away like fuck it, shit

I be on my fuck it shit

Matter fact me and G-Money hittin’ the dealership

Pullin’ up in the Chrysler like John Dillinger

Rich as fuck like, “Damn, is you drug dealin’ bitch?”

Nah, I’m rappin’, used to be trappin’

Niggas was actin’

Cops hit the door I hid the coke in the napkin

I was shootin’ craps takin’ money

Takin’ craps on all these niggas takin’ naps on me

They was sleepin’

Westwood they was sleepin’

Couldn’t believe ’em

Now I’m the type to beat the beat up ’til it’s bleedin’

Choke it out ’til the mutha’ fuckers barely breathin’

They ain’t know a rockstar could rap like this

I’ma MC off the High-Tech mixed with High-C

You don’t want that

Shoot you in your stomach that shit hard to digest

Make a art project out the projects

Shoot you in your eyes put the shit in prospect

Lookin’ at your mindset, I’m beyond that

I’m beyond that

I like this beat

This beat like me

I check this beat

This beat Nike

These shoes on my feet

These shits pricey

Like thirteen hunnid, huh

You know I run it

I pull up in Hummers

You know I roll with them gunners

I feel like Birdman stunner, uh

You don’t want no problems

I give you cancer with this bullet

You can catch this trauma, uh

Man I know you heard the rumors

Niggas beefin’ all over computers

Until I catch ’em lackin’ in my city

Beat him in his head until he catch a tumor

Tell his momma that I did it, she confused

“Why my baby all over the fuckin’ news?”

“What the fuck my baby went and fuckin’ did?”

He prolly went and fucked with Juice The Kid

That’s my old name, now it’s Juice WRLD

Went to a different planet

Now I’m up in two worlds

Fuck that shit I’m up in two girls

Diamonds and pearls, I’m ruling the world

Revenge on my body, bitch, ’cause that’s my state of mind

Stevie Wonder like I said before ’cause I’ma rob you blind

I got all these answers that these niggas search to find

And they bitches kinda bad I’ma have to get behind

Hit it from the back until I fuckin’ break her spine

After that I may just have to go and take what’s mine

Yeah, yeah, turn on that Mob Deep shit

Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, oh

Ain’t no such thing as halfway

Ain’t no such thing as halfway

Ain’t no such thing as halfway gangsters

You in them hallways, you ain’t in the streets

Niggas really thinking that it’s cool to make beef

And become enemies of enemies

How come all of my enemies was friends to me

How come all my enemies is frenemies

How come all my enemies is blind

I catch ’em lackin’ and kill ’em before I read all they energy

I guess that’s my energy

I don’t know what’s gotten’ into me

I’m kinda fucked up, well at least mentally

Physically I’m richer than a bitch, who I’m meant to be

I’m up in London gettin’ in bustin’

Head like concussion

Run up, that’s okay, I swear to God that it’s nothin’

All these niggas be beefin’ really they bluffin’

I’ma change the money like it’s a subject

Thinkin’ nothin’ of it

Fuckin’ bitches in public

Callin’ a ruckers

Causin’ a ruckus

I’m a boondock nigga

I’m feelin’ like Uncle Ruckus

Off the dome when I’m kickin’

Freestyle I don’t do the writtens

I don’t fuck with cats, so I be beatin’ up the kitten

I don’t fuck with scrappin’ so I’m grippin’ on that Smith and

If you want it come and get it, sixty shots in sixty seconds

Had to kill ’em in a minute

My flow is intimate, white it out like it’s Eminem

Really I keep on killin’, my bars are really intricate

Man, I love it when I spit heat

These niggas think that they can get me, they can’t get me

You rich than a bitch, hell nah, nigga, convince me

I leave that nigga cooked up like mincemeat

I use his head as a centerpiece

I get Duff and Clinton money like my name Hillary

I spit like I’m on a ministry

You run up on me I’m killin’

My choppa on me, that’s my mini-me, aha, yeah

That’s my mini-me

I keep it in the trunk of the Bimmer that’s where it’s ‘posed to be

That’s where it’s meant to be, that’s where I’m meant to be

Uh, uh, hold on

Let me catch my vibe

Fuck your bitch be mad if she blow my high

Suck my dick in a fuckin’ suicide

After that catch a drift and commit suicide

Xanny and the Percy I’m a whole different person

Even if I’m high as fuck, I’m in the studio working

Ball like Julius Erving, fuck with me you hit the curb

Curb stomp a nigga before he could say a word

Yeah, and that’s on my life

You lookin’ for my son, I’ll put that in your wife

You run up, that’s okay, I got my.45

It’s a fifty up in it, shoot his ass forty times

I gave my choppa a titty, that bitch busty

These niggas talking stupid, they crusty

Smoking on the stank shit, musty

Real ass nigga shit I must be, huh, yeah

Shit I must be

Pull up on the scene, that’s just me

I don’t need a team but I got two teams

I don’t sip green, I just sip red lean

Double cup filled up got me stumblin’

Flippin’ the work up, it’s Jesse White tumblin’

I got the sack I called a player I ain’t fumblin’

I shoot his ass then he crawled a car under it

I’ll blow up, C4’s I may just detour, huh

Pull up on ’em like ooh

Hold on let me catch this bitch

Finna’ give ’em, uh

Back on spittin’ the crack, ho

Full of shit they call me a asshole

Shy? hell no just a little bashful

Brick hell yeah, got a little cash flow

I spent a hunnid K within a month

I spent fifty K on a blunt

You ain’t smokin’ what I’m smokin’ lil’ boy

Big loud, your shit makin’ no noise

Real nigga, they a bunch of decoys

Run up on me then they gettin’ destroyed

Who the fuck brought in these boys

Who the fuck tottin’ all these toys

Thirty and that.40 make ’em act up

Kinda like a cha-cha slide he back up

Pourin’ that in the back of the truck

With a bitch that like to act up

I still get my dick sucked

I don’t spit lines, I still got pick up

The truck got pick up, your bitch get picked up

I still get my dick sucked

We and Westwood lit as a bitch

I give a shit I’m a hit

I hit the bitch then I’m gone

I hit that bitch like the lick

I tell that bitch suck a dick

I tell her swallow my kids

I tell her swallow the jizz

Hopefully, she get the gist

The wordplay is way better than these other niggas

I’m so smooth I could prolly fuck your mother nigga

After that I may just double back and hit yo babysitter

In the paint like Shaquille O’Neal ’cause I babied niggas

Shake it up like earthquakes lil’ Haiti nigga

I’m not on XBOX, nah, you can’t play me, nigga

4: 44 my gun like JAY-Z

Huh, ahuh, this nigga crazy

Lookin’ at my dad like, “You made me?”

Bitch, I made myself, is you crazy?, oof

Is you crazy? You couldn’t pay me to say that

Nigga couldn’t pay me

Uh, uh-uh, uh

I wanna keep goin’ on this bitch

Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh

Westwood type shit

I remember growin’ up watchin’ Westwood freestyles

Thinkin’ I would be here one day

I use to hope for it, dream for it, wish for it, pray for it

Look what happened on a fuckin’ Sunday

I pull up on ’em like Makonnen and Drake with the choppa

‘Cause the club goin’ up on a Tuesday

It’s 2012 and this Glock when I up it you a Mayan

I’ma end yo shit this is doomsday, ooh

Yeah, and that’s some wordplay and this what I say

I keep it three K like my name André, uh, yeah

And this some wordplay, and this some wordplay

This some, uh, this some, uh, this some, uh, this some

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I don’t wanna feel it if the feelin’ is real

I’m Matrix when I pop these Xannies, that’s a limitless pill

I’m dying to live

Fuck it I’ma live it again

Yo girl gave up the pussy, she gon’ give it again

And the crib prolly hittin’ her friends

Gettin’ it in, money in my pockets that I’m willin’ to spend

At the door, knock knock, please lettin’ ’em in

I ball like a letterman hotter than a sweater then

Pull up on the scene choppa on me, the Beretta twin

And your head like barrettes make you shake like Tourettes

Run up on me leave you left

Matter fact intercept, take a sec

Breaking bad with this shit, Crystal meth

Freestyle off the dome, I don’t write, too exciting

Told you I’m the man and these hoes really like it

My bitch strapped up but no she not dyking

Run up, that’s okay, you gon’ die from the fire

.40 on my hip, boy, I don’t live a lie

Treat you like you Christ, with the shit crucified, huh

Yeah, you get crucified

I don’t fuck with shit so I ain’t gettin’ scrutinized

I’m high as a bitch

I’m fly as a bitch

You girl, gon’ fuck her she goin’ bye in the bitch

Run up on me, that’s okay, ’cause you gon’ die in the bitch

Click-clack, pow-pow, homicide in the bitch

Freestyle off the dome I won’t lie in this bitch

Fuck a pen and a pencil I won’t write in this bitch

Feel like the Buddha or something

I’m enlightened and shit

Feel like I’m lightning or something

How I’m strikin’ and shit

Off the dome when I’m kickin’ and spittin’ the flows, ho

Pull up on the scene freeze it, I call it a snowglobe

Matter fact I’m on cold and colder than Ozone

Colder than Frozone, Colder than Ozone

I freeze up the Ozone

Walkin’ yo hoes home, my dick in yo hoes dome

Fuck is you on

I am chillin’ in the green like a bunch of croutons

Gettin’ top from a bad bitch on a Futon

I remember days I used to skip school to crack cars

And crack bars and went too far off the Xan bars

I forgot them days, I still remember ’em

My life is so cold, sometimes I December it

Then again it switches up to the point where I ember it

Hot and these niggas be jealous, see how they envy it

Pull up on the scene, my choppa too close to me

I guess our relationships intimate

I close my eyes so I can lock in

Tourist with the Glizzy, I call her the Glock twin

Try the judge a nigga, I told ’em they Cochran

I won’t fuck the bitch but she wanted my cock in

I pull up to the scene my head is noddin’

Off the lean chillin’, I’m Speaker Knockin’

Rest in peace man, that shit was horrible, uh

Look at that bitch, her ass adorable, uh

I just made explorer, I feel like Dora, ho, uh

I was on the scene spittin’ metaphoricals, uh

What I said in that one song

A black black, a white bitch, a black bitch

That’s a Oreo, uh

Got the shit sealed like a fuckin’ envelope, uh

Pull up on the scene with the choppa let it go, uh

I’ma hunt ’em down like his ass a antelope, uh

Tote cold with the ice it’s a eskimo, uh, uh, uh

Had to let ’em know, uh

Load it up, I let it breathe, I let it go, uh

Fucked the bitch, I let it be, I let her go, uh

Uh-uh, uh

Switch up the beat gang

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Westwood shit

Yeah, warmed up and shit

Jet lag shit

Represent Chicago, yeah, uh

Sometimes I feel like I’m the worst

This talent is a gift and a fuckin’ curse

This choppa to take you out the fuckin’ Earth

Specially if you walkin’ on my fuckin’ turf

I feel like Ferg how a nigga put in work

R. Kelly with the nina I’ma make it flirt

Choppa like a candy make the shit starburst

Look up in the sky, do the stars work?

I’m thinkin’ that I need Percs

My mom said that’s a damn shame and I need work

She say, “Fuck that shit, I need church”

I said, “Fuck that shit, the church need work”

And that’s real

I’m happy so it’s time to take some mad pills

I’m happy so it’s time to take some sad pills

Fuck a bitch and put her voice up on the adlibs

I’ma probably do that

.40 on my hip, yeah, I’ma prolly shoot that

Bad bitch in my DMs I’ma prolly do that

Hit the gang up and let them run through that

This is off the top like waves in the durag

I’ll leave your eye blue black

That’s just how we do that

That’s just how we

Spazin’ on they ass do that shit all day

Rock Gucci and Louis but I don’t fuck with Balmains

Out the park like a muhfuckin’ baseball game

I’m Barack Obama with it I need all change

Shoot him in his face a couple times like a gun range

Call of Duty with the uzi, this is not a gun game

I run this shit like bolt nigga, no Usain

I do thangs nigga, yeah, I do thangs

Off the dome when I spit shit

This is not a written

And these other niggas they be forgettin’

That I’m the best to ever fuckin’ do this

These other niggas lookin’ stupid

Betrayin’ they brothers, like who the fuck is you? Judas?

Who the fuck put you to it?

Choppa on my hip, I load it and put it through you

Catch me listenin’ to Green Day havin’ a blue day

With a bad bitch sippin’ on D’USSÉ

She’ll go both ways, anything for foreplay

That’s what I say

That’s what I say, I’m so high of the Percs

They lookin’ at me sideways

I’m goin’ 190, the wrong way on the highway

Tryna get my life straight

Catch me drunk drivin’ in the suburban

With a nigga, the bomb strapped on his chest and a turban

I deserve it, I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Julius Erman

I meant Julius Erving

I keep sippin’ the bourbon mix it with the syrup turn to a serpent

One things for sure, two things for certain they blow like Kurtis

My flow close curtains

Your flow ain’t workin’

So nigga keep on searchin’

I’m sure one day you’ll find that person

Everybody talking Lucid Dreams

But most these niggas don’t even know Lucid mean

Most of these bitches be really fuckin’ losin’ me

Eeny meeny miny moe, these hoes get to choosin’ me

I remember when I ain’t have shit

They was treatin’ me like I ain’t have shit

They was treatin’ me like I was lower class

They was treatin’ me like I was a savage

Now they in my DMs tryna say

“Juice you can have it, come over grab it”

I don’t wanna have it

I let my bro cut it like he fuckin’ stabbed it

Taboe with the Glizzy how I’m jabbin’

How I’m jabbin’

Man spendin’ money is a bad habit

But I ball out with this shit, I’m a Maverick

Make ’em disappear like magic

Call a plane then I execute like Madden

Off a flat in a bad bitch house

Tryna get it crackin’ from the back end, yeah, hm

Yeah

Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah

Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah

Fresh off the jet

Freestyle and shit

Eminem beats, 8 Mile and shit

Where I came from the great wild and shit

Where you would get shot if you crack smiles and shit

All my niggas goin’ too hard and shit

I’ll pull your bitch like a card and shit

Heard she for sale I’m bargainin’

At the door, I’m barging in

Yellow boned like Marge again

I spread her out like margarine

I just marchin’ in

Feelin’ like a spartan kid

See how versatile I can get, uh-huh

Okay, I’ll say a few words on this

Oh… all fall from the… uh…

Okay, look

High as fuck, drunk as fuck

In the back of the car like what the fuck

Bad bitch at the crib, high as fuck 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 fuck nigga had enough

Freestyle shit that they take years to think up, that’s 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

Nigga, I’m that dude

Matter fact make you break your back like breakdance, 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, hahaha

Hell yeah, yeah, bitch, I may use you

Beat it up, beat it up, Mike Tyson I abuse you

Flow gold, so cold like diamonds fuck 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 shit like a asshole

My flow is so cold, my flow is so cold it’s so cool

These niggas so lame, these niggas so old I’m 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, your bitch, she a ho-ho

Stick on me, yeah, the stick on and it’s super big, no homo

Niggas talking that dumb shit hit ’em in his ears, no Dumbo

Not in my house with a tumble

Left right left right, that’s a combo

I’ma serve it like cilantro

Kill a nigga in his condo

Then I fuck his bitch his condo

I hit this OG, let his mom know

I am the bomb, ho, I blow up just like a bomb, ho

Just let your mom know

Juice he got that old sound flow, yeah

I ain’t ever gotta write, uh

I’m the shit to these niggas like damn

Do I ever gotta wipe, yuh

Pull up on ’em with the gun like damn

That nigga finna die, yeah

I’ma overkill, overkill, probably shoot him like three times, yeah, ayy

R.I.P. to my fallen ones, I just lost my brother, for real, uh

I’m 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

It’s how I catch ’em lackin’ sleepin’ with each others under covers for real, yuh

Man

Shit gets real out here

Withdrawal’s a bitch, I’ve been takin’ too many pills out here

Tryna live out here, no Advils

Fucked the bitch on my adlibs

Said that twice ’cause shit is mad real

Man

Westwood throw on some different shit

I’m still rappin’ on it ’cause I’m showin’ the distance between me and these other niggas

Like I said, I can fuck your mother nigga

Like I said, I can fuck your baby sitter

Like I said, I’m here to baby niggas, for real

Hmm, that was interesting

What’s that genre called?

UK drill, okay, uh

It kinda sound like Chicago drill though

Sound like some DJ L shit

You know DJ L? You heard DJ L? Yeah

Uh-uh, yeah

Let’s see how long I could rap

Let’s see how long they could act

I was just up in the trap

I had my gun in my lap

I shoot a nigga like crabs

I shake up, I don’t do dab

Run up on me then I run up on him with that chopper he hittin’ the lab

I add it up I add the bodies up that is the aftermath

Up in school he wanna fight, I beat him up after class

Then I meet at the next class and beat him up after that

I had the last laugh

Bombin’ like Baghdad, where my dad at?

Guess he a bad dad, that was his last chance

I am the last man, they killed every one of my niggas

I am the last man, this is the last stand, I got the big bands

Ayy, I could rap on anything, married to a wedding ring, yuh

Need a crown I been the king, yuh, niggas funny, Jerry Spring-yuh

I don’t got time for it, nuh, I just rock Tom Ford it, yuh

Pull up on him, God damn, I’ma up the odd got a nine for it, yuh

I feel like a chiropractor when I get it crackin’ I’ma crack a spine

I’m a fuck a bitch so good, she gon’ let me hit it from behind, yuh

Matter fact I pull up on you with’ a chopper to yo brain and change your mind, yuh

I’m at the top of the top, but it’s still more to climb, yuh

I change the climate, pull up on him I’m shining

Two-tone skeleton A.P on the way rolly diamonds

Niggas talkin’ down to me, but all this niggas under me

Actin’ like some pirates, ’cause they tryna rob and plung-e me

But I ain’t got no time, I just got my 40, and I got your shawty

Off of the molly, up in the party, she actin’ naughty

I tell her sorry I cannot fuck, I wanna play her like an Atari

I just may borrow her to go to Paris, coolin’ with Bari, yuh

Vlone on me, uh, yeah, Revenge on me, yuh, ayy, that’s your homie

I may kill him fuck your homie, yuh, ayy, that’s by my lonely

Only wanted me no cloney, I can’t fuck her if she not thick, ’cause I really

Don’t fuck with the boneys

Yeah, hm

Fuck 12, I don’t fuck with’ the police

These niggas, fake friends, hatin’, thinkin’ that they know me

I got the force like Obi-Wan, last name Kenobi

Course I’m with a white bitch, still catching the nose bleeds

Oh, ayy, I bet

That’s my shit

This beat hard as fuck

What that nigga Blocboy say? You come Hell, hahaha

From the Chi, from the Chi, look alive

I’ve been working like a damn nine-to-five all my life

Put my dick in your wife

Double back, hit it twice

Run up on me, that’s okay, you a pussy, get shot nine times

I’m in the cut with a super soaker, run up on me and you know it’s over

All of my niggas they doin’, doin’ the work like they doin’ homework

All of my niggas be whippin’ the work

Probably selling it at church

Run up on me you get murked

I’ma put you in a hearse

Ayy, ayy, they don’t understand

I got the upper hand

Poppin’ like rubber bands

I may kill your friend, I may kill your man

Then I may just fuck you on this track let’s go to Japan

I’m up in Tokyo coolin’ like Uber, everywhere

I may shoot him in broad day I never care

Look alive that shit bright, solar flare

Home run, goin’, gone, it’s outta here

Me and Westwood smokin’ on the backwood

Pre rolled, filled it good that’s a packed wood

I may just pop some perkies

I pray to God they workin’

Shit cut too deep surgeon, pull up on the scene I’ll murk him

Turn to a whole different person

Flex on a bitch like Percules

Matter fact call me Hercules

Same ol’ person

Fuck on that bitch, she from Taiwana

I cannot roll wood, with my marijuana

I am not with the DJ, DJ Drama

Andre with the cash, cash the commas

Look alive, please look alive

‘Cause if you look too late fuck it then you may die

I’m just coolin’ trap house

Skate on them niggas no black out

I ain’t with the flirtin’ at all, but, bitch, I got the Mac out

That shit dead Bernie Mac now

Tell them niggas to calm down

I feel like Osam now, fuck the shit I’m the bomb now

I’m just vibin’ on ’em

I’m just high tryna survive-

Keep this beat goin’, I fuck with this shit

Look alive, look alive

Jet lag but I still look alive, jet lag but I still look alive

I only slept for an hour, that’s on the plane

But I’m still here, lit as a bitch, these niggas be lame

Run up on me then I’m snatching your life, and I’m snatching your chain, probably snatching your main

I’m kickin’ this shit like, off of the brain

Half of these niggas can’t do it

Half of ’em probably look stupid

Run up on me then I do it

I got my hand on my tool

I use that bitch like a toilet

Flush on that bitch, I enjoy it

I just went on a voyage, yeah, I just went on a voyage

These shoes cost your mortgage

I-

Ayy, I definitely want to drop a remix to this shit, like officially, this beat hard as fuck

Ayy, ayy, look, these shoes cost your mortgage

And these bitches imported

Pull up on the scene I’ll torch ’em

Ball on them niggas full court

Whippin’ in the trap no fort

I need a sport

I get some head from yo bitch ’cause I swear that bitch is a dork

Run up on him with the chopper, I swear I’ma shoot ’em for real I don’t show no remorse

Nah I don’t show no remorse

Shoot ’em in his head of course

That’s what we aim at

That’s what we bang at

Niggas switching over money that’s where they change at

I cannot change over change

Bitch, I’m remaining the same

I’m screaming fuck all the games, I’ll put a shot through your gang

I don’t give a fuck what you say

I’m getting money all day

Ball ’til I’m bald think I need a toupee

Cross the street, the bitch go both ways

Freestyle shit no write

You couldn’t pay me to write

I got a.40 on my hip like damn you niggas couldn’t pay me to fight

Niggas couldn’t pay me to die

Losin’ too many niggas out this time

What’s Juice WRLD on? That nigga probably out his mind

Well, look alive, do or die

Free my nigga, he did the time

He ain’t do the crime

Don’t believe me, I ain’t lyin’

I ain’t tellin’, die

Okay, let’s skate

Bad bitch finna come my way

Going 90 when I’m on the Highway

Can’t go high without the high, ayy

Every day I wake up smoke another gram

Ion give a fuck nor another damn

I’m smokin’ the kush from the Hoover Dam

I’ma let these bitches know who I am

I can make whole songs without messin’ up

Gotta fess up, I feel like I’m next up

Bad lil’ bitch in the car named Vanessa

She’s a flexa and a sexta

Yeah, ayy, sext her and finesse her

Then it’s next, yuh, then it’s next, yuh

Bow flex from the way shit work out

Choppa leave a nigga shaking like it’s twerk out

Tyson, I may knock his lights out

Like I said shawty strapped she tryna dyke now

Run up on me talkin’ shit you wanna die now

Choppa workin’ kinda like a 9 to 5 now

Switch the flow up

Drinking Henny with the lean, ’til I throw up

Almost spent 2k on a bottle of some Henny

Ion even drink that heavy, what the fuck gotten in me

Totin’ on the semi

Hardaway when I’m ballin’ these niggas comparin’ me to penny

Spare change? hell nah keep the pennies

Ballin’ hard fuck a jersey need a penny

Caught a fat nigga lacking he was up at Denny’s

He don’t want smoke but we got plenty

I’m on bullshit like Chicago, no Benny

I’m in London gettin’ it jumpin’

Run up on me and I’m uppin’ the.40, it ain’t nothin’

All of my niggas be makin’ this money, no assumption

I goin’ fuck the bacon ’til that horny bitch cummin’

Watch a nigga vomit

Like I said my momma really think that I’m demonic

Mom let’s be honest

It’s money in my pockets

I feel like a angel with these devil horns, stop it

You don’t want no problems

Like Wayne said cool what’s a goon to a goblin

What’s a God without a goddess, so I need me a goddess

Fuck being humble shit I’m done being modest

Nah I’m playin’, all this shit a blessin’

Catch this chopper into yo intestines

Mic check 1-2 testin’

Pull up on the scene slim wrestlin’

Me and Westwood straight flexin’

I just may drop a hundred on a necklace

I just may drop a hundred on my next bitch

Flexin’ on the ex bitch

Uh, I do that in private

My gun a librarian that bitch came with a silencer

Yes I’m for the violence

I still want peace though

Yes I got a girlfriend these niggas do hoes

Pull up on the scene like kick shit like Judo

I’m the type-

That beat hard, I ain’t never really listen to instrumentals, like you know like the instrumentals of the songs and shit? These bitches be hard

Plug Walk

You know you ain’t the plug, so how you make the plug walk

Boy yo plug ain’t the plug of he tell you that the plug walk

Fuck the cookies I been smokin’ on the kush Luke Skywalker

2 grams to the face it’ll make a nigga sky walk

Lean like a bitch

Choppa on my hip I gotta beam in that bitch

Heat you up and your team in that bitch

Things ain’t really what they seem in that bitch

Me and Bibby gettin’ busy in like every beat

I’m like Miami when I’m on the scene I always keep the heat

Niggas must be virgins thinkin’ they can fuck with me

Wits about me luckily it’s on me luckily

.40 on me like Velcro it’s stuck to me

Keep it on my hip, holst it up comfortably

Freestyle flows, they some wannabes

Back in yo bitch with the swiftness

Taylor with the shit feel like swift, bitch

Pull up on the scene rockin’ misfits

Ever since a kid I was a misfit

Still did my damn thing never gave a fuck

Niggas talkin’ stupid ’til I pull up make ’em duck

Choppa kinda hungry, better heat him up for lunch

Better heat him up for lunch

I’ma let it breath like a asthma attack

Come and step to me if you gon’ battle the rap

I was on the scene with my Mac, yeah, my Mac

Shoot ’em in his chest now he asthma attack

Cardiac arrest like he MJ

R.I.P. he was the greatest what can I say

Ballin’ on these niggas like MJ

You like an old play but you been played

Outdated, all these niggas belated

Belated, outdated, all these niggas belated

Look, came in the game flexin’ like I’ve been famous

Damn right like I’ve been famous

.40 on me got to shooting, bitch, I been aimin’

Niggas false claimin’ shit bitch I been bangin’

Try me if you wanna

You don’t want no smoke but I want it

You don’t want no smoke don’t condone it

Pull up on the scene of my opponents

Spazz on they ass run it like track

Shit so cold run that shit back

Got so much drive if I crash this shit mufuckas, muhfuckas, may just catch whiplash

Me and Westwood in the ‘Rari

Where you at we shootin’ up the party

Bad bitch and she rollin’ off the Molly

Dreads on my head feel gnarly

OG in the blunt Bob Marley

Dej Loaf with the shit don’t try me

.40 stick a nigga in his face no IV

Smoke a nigga like a blunt no eye ring

Flow go so cray

Shout out to them Pirus, flow go so bray

Pull up to the scene with my hand on my K

Shoot a nigga in his face, fuck you have a nice day

I just may hit the ice tray

I just may hit up go that way

I’ma roll off on the Segway

I’m takin’ off these niggas on a drag race

Niggas auto-tuning like they T-Pain

Niggas workin’ out they outta shape

Fuckin’ with me cool you gon die today

Hell yeah, I’m gripping on my fire today

Run up on me then you catchin’ a funeral

I scratch it off write it in Roman numerals

I fucked that bitch in the back and I swear that I never loved her I just want to hit her

I fucked that bitch now I’m hitting her sister

Run up on me you get spin like a twister

Told you before I don’t fuck with these niggas

I got my hand on on my hand on my trigger

I’ma go get ’em, she on my dick hoppin’, I’m callin’ her tigger

I tell her, “Go figure”

She suck through the tommy’s, I’m talkin’ Hilfiger

Tommy on me, I ain’t talking Hilfiger

That bitch a gun

Run up on me, I got heat like the sun

Count up to two ’cause I am not the one, uh

Better locked up, Akon

All my other niggas they gone

R.I.P. to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh

That’s just how it is

I’m in the bank, makin’ it flip, talkin’ that shit

I hit yo bitch just like a lick

I’m with the shits, I pass the ‘Roc

Ain’t no assist, bitch on my cock

Run up on me then you get shot

I feel like Bishop, I got the Juice, back when the cut, callin’ it Pac, yuh

I’m in the cut with the nina

I’m wettin’ it up like this shit Aquafina

You run up on me then I’m servin’ ’em bullets like tennis balls

Nigga ain’t talkin’ Serena

All of my niggas get money for real

I do money for shows, I cash out on arenas

I take yo bitch, fuck her

Send to the cleaners

Run up on me then I’m killin’

I swear that my hand on my nina

Don’t want no smoke

All of these niggas ain’t nothin’ but jokes

Run up on me like a… like a Facebook post, lil’ nigga, you poked, uh

I’m a rich nigga, you broke, uh

Must be a pimp, you a ho, yah

Run up on me, let’s go

[*gunshot sounds*] hop on ghosts

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m finna catch myself, yeah, uh

Breathe in and out, I had to catch my breath

Now I’ma spaz on they ass

I leave ’em leakin’ on maxi pads

Hotter than a nigga in New York with a bag full of clothes tryna catch a taxi cab

Run up on a nigga, that chopper blast

Told you I cannot do battle rap

Fuck ass tryna battle, that shit kill

Shaquille, rim rattle that

Niggas, they snitch, they tattle that

Send that shit back, damn

You must be dope, bitch, I’m crack, yuh

Damn, a couple of grams, to be exact, yuh

Shit I’m young, rich and black, yeah, yeah

So you know they hatin’ that

I’m finna spaz on they ass and you know it

You run up on me then I’m shootin’, it’s over

I got a way with words, they call me a poet, damn

Run up on me then I’m soaking

That.40 on me and you know that it’s blowin’, you know that I’m towin’

Your bitches are hoeing, you know that shit goin’, uh

I met that bitch on the lowin’

I picked up on a high route, we smokin’, huh

Hotbox in the new whip with a new bitch

I don’t even know her name, yah

Run up on me, that’s okay

Got a AK on me, it’s at your brain, yah

I put my dick in your main, yah

I just may go snatchin’ chains, yah

Bring it back

I sold that shit to the gang

I sold that shit to the gang

Run up I may snatch yo chain

I sold that shit to the gang

Can’t you niggas see the difference

Every day I’m on a different shit

I’m just tryna keep my distance, yuh

I’m just tryna keep my distance, yuh

Fuck niggas can’t get with it

Transform like I’m Witwicky

In the new car, boy, I’m quick with it

With a white bitch and she still sniffin’

From the shit I bought her last night

Jet lagged from the last flight

Scuffed up the pair of black Mikes

That I bought when I was up in L.A., huh

Switch it up, kinda like a sex change huh

.40 on my hip like a gun range, uh

Pull up on a nigga like okay, huh

Man down, bitch, no mayday, uh

Westwood, I think I could rap forever

I think I could rap forever

No matter where I’m at

No matter the continent

I could probably rap wherever

I could spit whatever, ahh

Probably take a bitch wherever, ahh

They said them plays for the kid

They said to pick whenever

I’ma go in one more time

I drop that bitch like a dime

She fall in love with the words

Then she fall in love with the lines

Yeah, there’s a difference

Yeah, there’s a diff-

Fuck it, I’m just tryna catch a vibe

Oh

I always f- like forget how the beginning of this song sound

Uh-huh, yeah

Uh

Uh, this one for the legend, uh

I feel like a king, and these other niggas peasants, uh

We should take another nigga loss as a lesson, uh

Hopefully I’m finna meet these niggas up in heaven, uh

I feel like I’m lost in my mind sometimes, uh

I feel like I’m dropped like a dime sometimes, uh

I’m just trying to find out what’s mine sometimes, uh

I’m just trying to find out what’s mine sometimes, uh, ayy

I get lost in the sauce way too often

Uh, bought my soul back like I fuckin’ sold it

Uh, ayy, huh, this shit cold, this shit scolding

Yuh, ayy, I wonder what happens when my life over

Sometimes I think it’s coming up

I think they runnin’ up

So yes, I’ma keep my.40 tucked

I cannot go out, I cannot go out

I will not go out, I gotta show out

I ball too hard on these niggas, it’s a blowout

Yeah, it’s a blowout

Uh, yeah, ayy

Suicide if you try to take my drugs

Suicide if you try to take my drugs

Suicide if you try to take my drugs

Homicide, baby, would you hold my gun?

Suicide if you try to take my drugs

Live a lie, look at all the shit you’ve done, uh

Suicide if you try to take my drugs

Homicide, go on and hold my gun

Specify, all the lies you’ve told

Look at me, what am I on?

Percy, Molly, Xanny, all that shit, in one mix

I’m so high that I cannot remember to forget

Matter of fact, let’s just take a sec

Rest in peace to the niggas that left

Rest in peace to the niggas that left

And praise all the niggas that’s left

I feel like I’m up in my prime

But who am I gon’ share my prime with?

Who am I gon’ share my time with?

Sometimes it’s just perfect timing

Singing like I’m CeCe Winans

Damn, this shit’s unwinding

Yuh, yeah, yeah, ayy

Suicide if you try to take my drugs

Homicide if you try to rob my plug, ayy

Homicide if you try to take my gun

I’ma hit a lick like I smack that tongue, yeah

Suicide if you try to take my drugs

Homicide if you try to rob my plug

Homicide if I’m reaching for my gun

I’m not the one, I’m not the one, ayy

R-I-P

I’m sad, I know, yeah

I’m sad, I know, yeah

I’m not the one, yeah

I’m not the one, yeah

Shit

Uh, it’s been a long time comin’

But I’m still here

Everybody talking ’bout they numb or something, wait

Can you feel here

All this fake shit around me is this some real here

All this sober shit around me is there some pills here

For real, I need to know

I need to know

My mama tell me that I need to let ’em go

She say the syrup in these pills finna kill me

But sometimes I think it brings out the real me

Sometimes I think it brings out the concealed me

Sometimes I think it exposes and reveals me

So what happens when the real meets the real

What happens when Juice meets the pills

Uh-uh-uh, yeah

Westwood shit

I’m up in London

Gettin’ it bussin’

Ain’t no discussion, run up on me then I’m drummin’

My choppa sick or something

Like it was drunk I up it it’d start to vomit, ooh

That’s a bar

Lookin’ at my watch like that’s a star, huh

Lookin’ at my spaceship like that’s a car, huh

Lookin’ at my pills, them Xanny bars, nah

In 2016 I was poppin’ them Xannies

Now I’m in Percies

Lastin’ forever in panties

Run up on me goin’ harder than granite

Sit down muhfucker ’cause I know you can’t stand it

Outlandish, I’m gorilla in the mesh

You just a Kung Fu Panda

I ain’t sippin’ clean nothin’, this some dirty Fanta

With a bitch on my lap like my first name Santa

You get jacked like a pumpkin, no O’Lantern, uh

VVS on my ring like the Green Lantern you gon’ kiss it like a Mafia king

I’m a boss, that’s a Mafia thing

808 my chopper that’s a Mafia thing, yeah, uh

Yeah, I did it

Mom, I made it

From goin’ to physics class, to

Tourin’ the world, shittin’ on everybody, the world is my potty

I’m shitting on every posse

And I don’t even got a team like that

I aim with my eye, I don’t need a beam like that

Run up on me, choppa make you sing like that

Make you march like Martin Luther King, in fact

I’m blacked, and excellent

I’m shittin’ on these niggas, this is a excrement

I rapped on another beat that’s some extra shit

You niggas gon’ have to deal with the mess of it

I thought I told yo ass not to mess with’ it

I see this shit before I say it, telepathy

It’s like I talk to my conscious, I say what it’s tellin’ me

Anything besides money, eh, it’s kinda irrelevant

I can’t focus without codeine, my medicine

I sip it until I’m slurrin’ and spittin’ impediments

I’m ballin’ to the point where I think I need a Letterman

Westwood at the gates of London, he just had to let ’em in

I’m here, spazzin’ on every single track he pass

You run up, I leave you leakin’ on a maxi pad

I’m ballin’, hard, these other niggas on the bench

I swear, they need to stay where they at

Nigga, I’m takin’ over the world, a map for a map

I’m off of a ecstasy pill, that’s a flat for a flat

I’m up to bat, throw a fastball, it’s a hit

I hit a lick, then I hit a hit on yo bitch, I don’t miss

Listen, I heard yo bitch on my hit list

I hit that bitch, then I’m dippin’

You run up on me, I’m shootin’

That choppa on me is spittin’

My wordplay is amazing

My flow is so brazy, huh

I’m shakin’ shit up like I said, no Haiti

This is freestyle shit, it’s authentic

My flow, it burns niggas

Careers is arsenic, uh

My flow badder than bad women

I rock shows like Kravitz and John Lennon

Yo sins ain’t forgivin’

I’m the rap God, call me Juice Allah

Did I take it too far?

Did I take two bars, to get on Mars?

To more like Dubai, hold on

I got a little tongue twisted, but I’m still gifted

Still spittin’, still rippin’ writtens

This premonition is really killin’ it

And these niggas ain’t shit

But Civics, me I’m Bentley

Get it, bitch

Don’t you forget it

The shit that you talking, I really lived it, uh

I sold my soul then bought it back, I finessed ’em, uh

You run up on me, choppa holy it’ll bless ’em, uh

He talking stupid ’til they shoot him, that’s my weapon, uh

I got a couple of bars I could spit

Maybe I’ll just use ’em in this shit

Or maybe I’ll just use ’em in a skit

My first guess, they wanted shit

My next project, it’s gon’ be harder

My arm in the rim, really, I feel like Vince Carter

I’m at yo head nigga, I feel like a barber

You on the bench nigga, and I am a starter

I die for my shit nigga, feel like I’m a martyr

My shit’s off the charts

You run up, that’s okay, you catch a hole to your heart

I put that on my life, and that shit come from the heart

I’m freestyling on live, that’s how it is

Yo bitch swallow the kids

She up in my crib, I’m tellin’ you how it is

Man, this rap shit serious like XM, huh

I ex them, huh

I fuck the bitch that he’s next to, uh

She hangin’ out, fuck her curfew, uh

You my son, lil’ nigga, I birthed you

But I shine, like the pair of them church shoes

I ain’t been to church in a long time, ’cause they all lies

All the legends, where they at? They all die

Well, I don’t wanna be a legend up in my prime

But, I know it’s still prime time

Stars, how I shine

When they align with the planet, you know some shit is goin’ on

I transform like Omegatron, when my favorite song is on

Fuckin’ that bitch like the Ramadan

Man, I spit shit

So cool

I breakdance shit like the old school

I’m never runnin’ out of energy, I’m a suspect grippin’ this firearm in your vicinity

Try me if you want, ’cause I swear it’s not gon’ end cool

I’ma prolly pull up to your cruel like, “Where the fuck is you?”

Cock it back and then I shoot

W-W-W, I can’t lose

Ayy, I flew from London to Chicago

Money in my pockets, I may get a Murciélago

That’s all that I know

Shout out to my kinfolk, they know I’m totin’ ammo

In the streets they call me Rambo, ain’t no peace where I’m from

But these pieces, we tote ’em, you run up on me it’s over

Like a cig, we gon’ smoke ’em

I put yo ass in a coma

Smokin’ kush, this aroma, leave yo ass in a coma

Ballin’ out like I’m Odom before the crack, don’t you get it?

Spittin’ crack on these niggas, define niggas like physics

Shut the fuck up and listen, I’m ballin’ hard like a Piston

Nigga this shit’s enlisted just like a army lil’ nigga

I swear to God I’m invincible you can’t harm me lil’ nigga, yeah

I’m talkin’ to you

I sent you my address a couple weeks ago, you ain’t come through

‘Cause you know we was gon’ leave yo ass dropped like a sunroof on a new coupe

Haha, I talk a lotta shit

But it all means something

He pullin’ out hella beats, cool

This shit sound hard, there’s some soul to this shit

Shit, bat

Your bitch miss me like the old Kanye

That’s what she say

It’s not what I say

That’s what she say

I’m early to the money I can never be late

Always good I always been great

These niggas ain’t straight, they always been gay

No offense, no offense

Please don’t proceed to hop up on my dick

Haha, man

Listen how the flow go

Outer space I’m ballin’ like I’m shootin’ up on Pluto

Talkin’ stupid to me ’til I pull up let the tool blow

Emperor new school, call me Juice Kuzco

Known to flip this shit and kick it like I’m knowing Judo

That’s just how it goes though

If I touch the world I told you that shit is a snow globe

That’s just how my flow is

Living in the moment

Your bitch swallow my kids

I can say that in a million different ways

I can break it down, a million different phrases

Look at all my songs on the playlist

It’s evident that I’m your bitches favorite

I ain’t even have to say it

I ain’t even have to say it

They just left my blood on the pavement

Now I gotta come back gotta slay ’em

Nigga what the fuck you thought you was saying?

Run up on me, that’s okay, I AK ’em

I could freestyle shit for hours

Your bitch super wet, fresh out the shower

I fly in that bitch like super powers

You goofier than a bitch, lil’ Austin Powers

Man, but I’m still feelin’ groovy

I fuck your bitch in the back of the movies

I’m in the cut and I’m totin’ a uzi

It got a clip, shoot a movie like Clooney

You gotta problem nigga you can come and suit me

She Paul Wall ’cause she wanna chop and screw me

Huh, she wanna chop and screw me

I’m like a book to her, she gon’ renew me

Uh, look, I spent your allowance, on, a pair of shoes

Uh, I spent your mortgage, on a pair, of cars

Yeah, two matching Lambos

Up in Toronto, gon’ let your mom know

I got that bomb flow, I’ll fuck your mom, ho

I feel like, uh, feel like Osama

I don’t really know where to start I got a heavy heart

Choppa on me, I’ma shoot it tear his ass apart

And that’s just what it is

Freestyling on Westwood, you know that we get it in

I ain’t come here with no shit written, nah

I ain’t come here with no shit written, nah

So I’m off the dome, jet lag kicking

Doin’ the best that I can for my niggas, yeah

Ayy, Westwood we should go shoppin’

I got about twenty thousand dollars in my pocket

I’m tryna buy Balenciagas, no posits

Buy it all, no deposits

If I need more cash, let’s hit Chase then make a withdrawal

You know I got it

Interscope got me livin’ a lil’ proper

I’m hoping that I prosper

My gun is finna sing, that’s an Opera

These niggas acting, I think they need a Oscar

Therapy or something, what’s they problem?

I’m sick of being modest

I’m like Future at the end of the day I’m just being honest

Man, I rapped on like seventy beats

Niggas gon’ go back and listen to me

Bitches prolly gon’ get wet, damn near pissin’ to me

On twitter, mentioning me wishing they were with me

Some niggas against me, some niggas don’t get me

Some niggas won’t hit me

But that’s cool, ’cause I’m cool

Yeah, I’m bool, fuck what you do

I pull up with that chopper, stick his ass like voodoo

I’m the shit up on the niggas like a bunch of doodoo, haha

Man, man

Let’s go buy some cars or something

I know you got it, you a legend

Where your Tesla at nigga, I know you got it