"You know what time it is when you hear this, right?" "Uuuh, let's get ready to ruuumble!" Hit-Boy (Uh) "Oh, it's a Hit-Boy joint, huh?" G. Ry got me "Yeah, okay, huh, okay, uh uh, okay, uh uh, okay, hm." Onyx, ooh
Baby, I'm stuck in my ways It's been a couple of days I could fuck you for days Guess I'm stuck in my ways Yes, I'm young and I'm paid So they hearts getting slayed I'm a rebel, I'm a rockstar, take it to the grave, uh Molly at the rave, yes I misbehave, uh huh Molly at the rave, yes I misbehave, uh huh I'm gon' do the dash on my dirt bike, fuck a Wraith Everybody the same color to me, I'm screaming "Fuck a race!" Anybody want a problem with me, they gon' get erased My pencil, ayy I got the life pencil, erase your ass away Listen to the way I spit on it, huh Look at this beat, I'ma get on it, huh No hip-hop but I'ma spit on it, huh Your girl said she gon' spit on it, huh That nigga don't got shit on me, huh That nigga fake, that nigga hate Bitch, I am Givenchy, he Abercrombie, it's a difference that I make All the money that I make is mine, just won't a nigga ever take I don't really never take my time, especially when I be spitting lines This is off the dome when I hit it Freestyle, I ain't rippin' the written Beat the pussy, I don't fuck with the kitten In the cut probably holdin' a Smith & That's Cupid, tryna make me shuffle like Cupid No Nike, but I just do it Juice WRLD, Triple 9, that's a movement Yeah, molly at the rave, I misbehave Hm, molly at the rave, I'm gon' misbehave Freestyle a song on the radio, damn near everyday Ayy, molly at the rave, I'm gon' misbehave See, it's me and Charlie, we in the party I'm feeling gnarly, I'm off a perky, mixed with the molly If she want a train, I'll call a trolly I get it popping I'm Tony Hawk and I feel like a ollie But I'm on a beat like a damn Kamikaze I'm a rockstar, Black Sabbath, no Ozzy Pull up in a Mazi, nigga can't stop me Knock 'em out like Rocky I'm young and rich and humble just ain't wanna be too cocky But shit, muck around with my hand on my cock Gun to the opps, run up get popped I'm at the Gucci shop, buy what I want, yeah Cause I deserve it, my flow is perfect (Perfect) There's snakes in the grass, with my John Deer help me see the serpents God gave me the sermon, he told me I earned it I'm looking at the bridges that I'm tryna rebuild Should've never burned 'em That's life, it's trial and error, niggas is full of mistakes I'm eating so good that I had to put VVS's on my plate I'm working out my problems, my demons ain't in good shape But I'm in better shape Boxing the devil, like damn he didn't know I was a heavyweight (He's heating up) But still misbehave Molly at the rave, still misbehave Chains 'round my neck, I told you, I ain't finna be no slave Put that on my grave Molly at the rave, misbehave
"Are you a special guy, Juice WRLD, now you're a special guy!" (Hit-Boy) "You're a special guy!" "Thank you, brother." "Ayy, ayy your freestyle are better than certain mens full songs, my G. Wow." "Oof." "Okay, okay, yeah, uh huh, uh, uh huh" "I like this one." "Uh huh, uh huh, yeah, uh, uh huh, look, uh." (Hadou-Hadou-Hadouken) "Let's get 'em, Juice, let's get 'em!"
I'ma spaz, breathing fire like a dragon Nigga off a Xan, on the track I'm probably draggin' I don't get time for these ticks and these maggots Automatic flows, load my verbs up, let 'em have it Ballin' like a Maverick Make 'em disappear, magic Niggas get in a accident, fuck with me, it's tragic They don't want no smoke, nah, they don't want no cancer Prayin' that they find a cure to cancer, we need answers Shitting on my ex so much that I don't got no manners Up in school, I used to skip, and wrote that dogie in my planner, uh I go nuts like Planters, uh All of this God's plan, uh, man Hope you understand I shoot like a child from Afghanistan, uh, yeah Look, switch my flow up, mix the liquor with the percs Hope I don't throw up, lean I pour up Need some mo' until I got red guts, 'til I got purp' guts Niggas can't fuck with us, huh Mayweather with the uppercut, uh Hit him in the stomach like five or six times 'til he had enough, uh Freestyle I kick it, off of the dome like a frog, I ribbit Hop on the beat, you know I rip it Rip it to riddance, rip it to smithereens They don't wanna fuck with me, I'm with the fuckery Rushin' hours, I would kick high like Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker be, damn (Perfect) Bitch I'm confident, this flow to me it's common sense Uh huh, I'm gonna bomb, no offense on that Osama shit, uh huh That's your mama shit, put my dick up in your mama shit, uh huh WWW, ain't on shit dot com and shit, uh huh Look at my flow though, I'm outta space, bitch, I'm on Pluto Like the Oz, I'm a wizard but I'm a dog, call me Toto Pose for the photo, that lil' bitch dance like Gogo, oh No-no, she get low-low like a limbo Fuck her then I pass her to my kinfolk, ugh 007 with the ammo, uh Pull up on the scene like Rambo, uh Money older than your grandfolks' grandfolks Nigga you cannot handle, oh, huh Yo bitch up in my hand like a Game Boy Then again I turn that power off, this not no game, boy Huh, Barack Obama always wanted to change, boy Pennies, dimes, quarters, all tonight, I want the change, boy My niggas from over East, you know they got that range, boy I'm sad to say this not no XBOX, not no game, boy Huh, not no game, boy, this not no game, boy Ain't no PS, ain't no XBOX, not no game, boy Go insane boy, this is off the brain, boy But not no PS, not no XBOX, not no BS Nigga, I won't stop
"Wow, wow! Juice WRLD blew that." "Mhm." "That-That shit really be freestyle, right?" "Off the dome." "I don't know how you do that." "How 'bout we try this? This next song," "Yeah." "is to prove to these motherfuckers, just throw words out there." "You want me to throw different words out there?" "Every now 'n' then, just throw words out there." "Just- o-oh my gosh." "Yeah." "I nee-I nee-I need people to understand, that normally when-when the," "Yeah." "artists comes in to do Fire in the Booth, they would've taken like three months to write it. They will always sit down to write it, and they'll prepare it. And you," "Yeah. See, look." "You just come in here, and said, 'I don't wanna hear the beats,'" "Yeah "'I-I just wanna freestyle over the beats.'" "Uh huh." "A-And now you're saying, 'Throw some words at me, Sloth.'" "Yup. Some words, fuckin' words." "Alright." "Mhm." "I mean, I struggle with even words, I don't know how you freestyle." "I mean, I can barely talk, I can just rap." Hit-Boy
Uh, on these words I'm intricate But when I speak to 'em, I'm a little illiterate I'm balling on these hoes Best believe I'ma get it (G. Ry got me) I'm tryna get that rich money like I'm Ellen DeGeneres I'm killing it, killing it, uh, I'ma hit a lick Like I'm licking the clitoris, uh I'ma keep on killing, drilling, full of adrenaline, uh I feel like a villain, Dragon Ball, I'm like Krillin or some'in' I'ma get this cash, best believe that I'm spendin' it Then I'm getting it back Bobby Brown up in the trap, from the way I'm spitting this crack Nigga, to be exact my flow is off of the map Every time that I spit all these niggas toppin' they hats Sayin' I am the man again Nigga's faking it, they mannequins Walk in the sky like I'm Anakin Gucci all on my flannel People thinking they understand but they really can't comprehend I'm that TV station, you can't reach the channel Really, really these niggas are just too silly I'm Meek Milly, what flow is how I pop a wheelie Run through the six, like woes I fuck with Drizzy, every song Drake hop on, he bound to get busy Every song that Juice hop on is bound to get icky Fuck the beat until it cums so I'm leaving it sticky (Threesomes) Niggas can't fuck with me, you know that I beat 'em Ice on my wrist, I finna freeze 'em Life is a bitch, fuck with me, she'll leave ya I'm ballin' out, every day I'm a hit 'em Got my hand on my heater They say they don't fuck with me Shit, I don't fuck with me either We one of the same people Nah, we different I'm at the top and you at the bottom It's a Magnum in my pocket, a gun Also a condom, niggas thinkin' it snakes, but I see the anaconda Really, I'm just gonna sing this shit like it's an opera (Free 21 Savage) Free 21 Savage, they tryna send him back to UK He livin' lavish, he over here gettin' too payed They can't manage, they wanna see a nigga fail That's how they planned it (He's on fire) But I'ma continue to go nuts like Planters Listenin' to Red Opps, 21, he spazzin' And me, I got fire, I feel like a dragon I'm flying on this beat like a carpet, Aladdin I'm out of space, on Saturn, I'm spitting these flows You know how it is, I rap a little to switch up the flow This shit for the kids, I do it for the people back home That didn't believe, I'm finna take a shit in they house (London City) And then I'ma leave You said London? We get it bustin' up in London, like a concussion Off of the top, the way I run it, explode like combustion You ain't talking money, then fuck it That's the end of discussion, man (Perfect) I can't believe what I'm saying (Cherries and oranges) I can't believe what I'm saying, you know this shit ain't a plan, huh Ay, I'm at your door, warning ya, huh Banana clip, I aim at your orange and shit Really, I'm just at your fuckin' cabinet like a cabbage patch I ain't with the battle rap But if I wanted I could battle rap any battle rapper, and body him Put him in a pill and pop him like he was Molly and (Cardi B) Ayy, Cardi B she got them hits too Cardi B, she that bitch too, Cardi B and she rich too I'm tryna get Cardi B rich, you feel me fool? Man, I got the money in my pocket though, a couple in my wallet With some millions in my face, I dare a nigga try to stop it Please don't get out of pocket, we get the pop and the knockin's I remember bein' in Illinois's Robin and Robin 'Fore Robins couldn't afford it Now I'm payin' my mortgage I just bought my mom a car so you know that she gorgeous Pull up on 'em, I'm ballin', shooting I'm feeling like Spartan' Matter of fact, I'm Michael Jordan From the free throw, I been soaring, ya dig?
"I don't think I've met anyone like you in my life, bro. It's been real. Wow." "Thank you, bro." "That, I was struggling to come up with words. I didn't even know I could do that, I couldn't even think of words. You were comin' up with whole songs, and I was strugglin', I'm like what could I say, aho. We'll do one more?" "Mhm." "Yeah?" "Let's do it." "How's that taste? That taste good?" "Mango." "Mango?" "I'll be asleep bro. I'll be, wargh." "No no. This is-This is nicotine." "Oh, is it?" "Yeah." "Alright, lemme try that." "It's nicotine. Hits good, doesn't it?" "Yeah, that's good, man." "It's like a cigarette, a little bit." "You wanna-Try my one." "It was you that had that big ass rig?" "Yeah, yes yes." "But they don't sell Juul pods in-in-in London that have 5% nicotine, though." "Right." "This has 5, y'all have, what was it? Maximum 1?" "That's 3." "1.7." "It's 3? I think all y'alls have 3 though, right?" "3 maximum. Them shits was trash." "Shit. It's cloudy." "Yeah. I f- I-I couldn't even do this- I remember when I couldn't even do this. I used to try and blow clouds, and I would be-" "I-I hope I don't get fired for doing this in the studio, 'cause m-my bosses are outside." "It's not no weed." "I- yeah, I mean, I don't wanna get fired, I just started." "Well, you're in America, dude." "What-What... Was that caramel?" "Uh?" "That's caramel?" "Yeah, it's nice, huh?" "If crème brûlée Juul tasted like that, I-I would smoke crème brûlée, but crème brûlée tastes horrible." Hit-Boy
Yeah Okay, Hit-Boy Oh, you never heard this one either? Nope Okay Okay, Hit-Boy Let's get it, Juice! Okay, Hit-Boy, you the shit, boy Me and you make some songs and get rich, boy (Woo) I just told you I've been paying my mama rent, boy (Ooh) That's the best money that I ever spent, boy (C'mon!) I'ma pull up in an all black Benz, boy Sippin' codeine with my black friends, boy (Uh huh) I'ma pull up on the facade she live boy (Hey!) Every day you know I'm bound to get it in, boy (Yeah!) Me and Charlie Sloth gettin' to this money all day (Okay) Rockin' Ksubi and Amiri, yeah, I don't do the Balmains (Uh) Knock it out the park, and we talkin' a ball game Like I said, Barack Obama, I'm really with all change (Uh huh) Charlie got the Vikings on his shirt, I'm like a Viking (Woof) Fuck a bitch and leave her, guess I'm a little too triflin' (Oof; Perfect) I'ma Mike & Ike it, I'ma Mike & Ike it Fist up with the clip tuck, good at fightin' Knock 'em out in one or two punches, I'm Tyson Listen to the next project you better buy it (Mm) It's gon' be the realest shit you heard, I ain't lyin' It's gon' be the realest shit you heard, I ain't lyin' (Yeah!) I'm defyin' 2012, and it's real like the Mayans Kill every beat and I ain't even really tryin' I'ma tell the truth, no frontin', no lyin' I bop to survive, my flow is the hottest The highest, the fliest Flyer than a pilot, my gun a library and it got a silence But I still want Santa-ty in a piece, so So I'll do anything to kill all the violence But back in Chicago is bustin' Niggas really shooting guns like the shit is nothing Killing mom's kids and children, but this shit is disgusting We gon' need more than a talk, more than a discussion All I know is get the cash, yeah, get the cash Catch up, tell them niggas, "Catch up" They gon' need some backup Remember hittin' stains like mustard and ketchup Now I'm 200 MPH, they won't catch us If you can, but you can't I'm the motherfucking champ You ain't Triple 9, then fuck you, get the fuck out my camp Niggas thinking that they in it They always come and doubt until I ball like a warrior Switch up like I'm Durant I'm a shoot from the three, niggas can't fuck with me Not with the fuckery Hotter than the summer be Niggas really think they spell it out But I'ma spell it clearly Like a nigga gettin' an "A" and doing a fucking spelling bee
"Ay! Juice WRLD in the building!" "Uh huh." "Man, you just made my day, bro." "You just made my day, bro." "And that in the rest of my life." "Man, love love." "Just to- Just to re-in-store the faith." "Love, sir." "Lyrics is still there, pull neck." "Yes, sir." "Know what I mean? I need that in my life." "Yes, sir." "Woo."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
