Juice WRLD (2018) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle101 lyrics

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Black Thought


[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Man, man, man, man
Uh

[Verse]
On these beats, I feel like I'm a murderer
Who are these n*ggas? Who are y'all, never heard of 'em
Who am I? I'm a murderer, uh
n*ggas always on a sneak diss murmuring, uh
Ion really got no time for the chit-chat, b*tch get back
This choppa break pussies in half, Kit-Kat
Run up on me that's cool, up the choppa out the mismatch
Designer that you can't afford, uh
Hop out a foreign, these up n*ggas in a Ford
Yo' b*tch like a car, yeah, that b*tch a whore, uh
A four-door, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
President like Morris, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like I'm the best at what I do, I swear it
Pull up on the scene, that blood, you gon' wear it
And brains get to tearin', and all that fallin', ballin'
'Bron on the Lakers like Spalding, damn
This is how I play
Me and G-Money gamblin' over 2K, that's 10K
Yo' advance, not 2K
Off the top with the freestyles, no toupee
I kick push work in my city like Lupe
That b*tch don't cross the street, yeah she go both ways
My choppa shoot 'em four times, that's foreplay
Make you ring like a single finger, no Beyoncé
Man, it's 3K for the wrist, André
Just to fly out a b*tch from the islands, Bombay
I do me all night and all day, dawg
Run up on me, then that choppa gon' spray, dawg
I'm not a Xbox, no I won't play, dawg
That sh*t dead like your people's in the graveyard
No offense, nah f*ck that, all offense
Police come through, I'm out the trap, I hopped the fence, uh
Man, I do this everyday though
In the cut, like I kill people n*gga, Tadoe
World in my hands, I'ma mold it like Play-Doh
Full of sh*t, hell yeah, rich ass A-Hole
A-Hole on the a-list
f*ckin' all the b*tches on the a-list that you ain't even see yet
I'm meeting all the legends, that all these goofy ass peasants, didn't even get to meet yet
They askin' for features
I'm sh*ttin' on my exes, these n*ggas and my teachers
You pull up, that's okay
Remember up in school when we caught yo' ass lackin', and we jumped you by the bleachers?
That's a true ass story
Yeah, I got kicked out
f*ck the b*tch in the porta-potty, my di*k out
I'm on the scene goin' crazy, runnin' sick routes
I had to bring that sh*t out, man
I'm exposin' these n*ggas
I don't take breaks from raps, no reloading, lil' n*gga
My clip on infinity, shootin' up yo' vincinity
I got Duff Clinton, lil' money like my name Hillary
I feel like a pastor, the triple 9 is the ministry
n*gga they be pus*y like a menstrual bleed, huh
Really I'ma play 'em like an instro key, huh
Pull up on a scene, choppa gon' spray
Sing like, "Do-re-mi"
Falsetto, I f*cked the b*tch in the projects from the ghetto
I pull her strings like my name was Gepetto
Left her in the middle like Malcolm
Sit down and settle
Man, I'm the best
Man, I'm a rebel
Billy Idol in my earphones, I'm a devil
I'm the best to ever do it
f*ck with me, I'll hit you in your face, you leakin' body fluids
I feel like, I feel like
These other n*ggas they be sweet like Mike And Ikes
These n*ggas pus*y, then a b*tch, they won't take a life
I might as well take they life then take they wife
Resurrect they bodies, shoot them twice, yeah shoot them twice
Real sh*t, scratch they ass off, lil auto quick-pick
Burn 'em like kush with Jamaicans and incense
Been the realest n*gga since I came out an infant
Ten years old, freestylin'
The best to ever do it, all the other crowds silent
Went to high school and the sh*t got wilder
Suburbs and hoods at the same time violent
From Roselyn to Homewood, I did my sh*t
R. Kelly hell yeah, I p*ss the sh*t
R. Kelly with the gun, get pistol-whipped
In that sh*t, sharper than a f*cking pencil tip, man
I ain't never gave a sh*t, I ain't never gave a f*ck
I ain't never gave a damn
That's your b*tch, why's she all up on my di*k
From the 'Gram, she gon' prolly gonna come over and get crammed
And these n*ggas ain't on sh*t
I'm sure like Sam motherf*cker I am
And I swear to God, that b*tch trapped up
Like a dyke, like her first name di*k Van
Oof, I got some wordplay
I'm 'bout to ax these n*ggas with the verbs, ayy
Chopper shootin' for the green, I feel like Larry Bird, ayy
I say what I want, these other n*ggas absurd, ayy
I'm on Flex, flexing on all these n*ggas that was freestylin'
I feel like I'm the best of all of 'em
I've been ballin' on 'em like Like Mike
I'm a Harley Davidson, you a Tike Bike
You a Tike Bike and that's my sh*t you sayin' n*gga
That's a soundbite
I ain't had copyrights today so you can have it cuz
I'ma prolly make that money back, I'm a savage, mhm
You f*ckin' with my gang, you gon' need more than a bandage
If we robbin' you, then we gon' cut deep more than some bandits
We gon' take your whole sh*t down, f*ck a vandal
Put a bullet in your soup can, f*ck the Campbell's
Matter fact, I'll leave your brain eggs,get it scramble
I feel like Kyrie with this mic, I handle
Feel like a technician with this sh*t, get dismantled
Man, this is off the top of the dome, I never write it
See the sh*t before I say it, I'm feelin' just like a psychic
She ridin' my di*k just like a bike, ten-speed
.40 on my hip n*gga, please don't tempt me
Full clip, I'll leave the party empty
With a bad b*tch riding me like okay
Whole team finna f*ck on that b*tch, we ten deep
If her boyfriend rolling, he'll jump by ten feet
I did it yeah
I did it yeah
I walk away with blood on my Timberlands
That's why I keep on ballin' like Timbs
Dunkin', A1 with the sh*t no flunkin'
I hate Halloween so I'm aimin' at your pumpkin
Yo b*tch Dunkin Donut sweet, a munchkin
She a eat-eat, we gon' make the b*tch munched in
She want McDonald's, we may just take her out for lunch then
We ain't going to Ruth's Chris, not for this p*ss poor b*tch
We ain't going to Ruth's Chris, not for this p*ss poor b*tch
Nah, we can go to Ruth's Chris and ball out
Bussin' 'Rari's, run 'em just to fall out
Playing XBOX, so used to play Fallout
Broke up with my b*tch over it, we fell out
Man, the cops came, I bailed out
Done packed sh*t, we used to ship 'em through the mail
Now, I'm in L.A. smokin' the sh*t they ship out
I dpn't gotta ship it, I just pull and sip now
Speaking of sippin', I kinda love the codeine
I don't do that coke, these n*ggas keep the nosebleeds
I pull up on 'em, ballin' court sides, no nosebleeds
24 I need a ring, feel like Kobe, uh
Clutch as f*ck b*tch I feel like Ginóbili
At least that's what your mama told me
But she was in the bed, holdin' on to my Rollie
With my di*k in her mouth like a freshly lit stogie
From Chicago, we eat arrows and hoagies
Will you eat, where you from? That sh*t trash, ho
From Chicago, we feel like the G.O.A.T
Hell yeah, we the best in the class, ho
Hell yeah, we the first, not the last, ho
Hell yeah, we'll beat your ass in class, ho
Hell yeah, we'll drop out and f*ck the math, ho
Just to hit the streets, add it up do the math, bro
Feel my wrath when I'm walking in these Rafs, bro
I'ma tornado, get the f*ck out of my path, bro
Ayy, LOL when I'm in the bank
These n*ggas stealing my mentions but I got the last laugh, ho
Man, I'm richer than a b*tch
I really hate the bag but sometimes I get an itch
I wanna talk my sh*t so I can walk my sh*t
So I can hit his light and knock it off his switch
And if his girl wan' it, we are off his b*tch
Walk away, police coming over
We call for this sh*t, like
"Yeah, we don't know what happened, we was on the corner freestylin' to Juice sh*t rappin', ya dig?"
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