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Juice Wrld - Object Freestyle No Jumper 21 Minute Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Henry Dean]
Ay, let's see if you can do that
What?
I'm just gon' pull out objects and see if you can rap about them
(Hit-Boy)

[Verse: Juice WRLD & Henry Dean]
You know that is my time, ho (Yeah)
Life is money, so I got a dime for it
Man, I see it but my shades strong
This Gucci on my face it help me dap on 'em
You know, we stay smoking on that indo
That Travis Scott antidote
Like don't go through the front door
Pouring up Pinot Grigio
Fuckin' your bitch, she a sleazy ho
I'm sick of her get to sneezing on 'em, huh, yeah
I'm sick of her get to sneezing on 'em
I pull up on that Fanta and that Sprite
So I told that Pepsi to leave me 'lone
All I know is get the money, uh
Look at my jacket, it's Vlone
Look at your bitch listening to Lucid Dreams
I know that shit is her theme song
I control that bitch like a remote
Run up on me, then I'm down to blow
All of my niggas they grippin' poles
Illuminati wit' it, 'cause I take her soul, yeah
I go harder
Get her wetter than bottles of water
Talking stupid, I'll pull up on him in that ghost
Like I may just pull up in a charger
I'ma die for my shit like a martyr
I'ma die for my shit like a martyr
Talking shit 'til I pull up on you wit' that hat
You can't see my dreads, nigga I'm hidin'
All my niggas got shit like Verizon
I see all of this shit like horizon
All my niggas get money for real, though
In my kitchen I'm movin' them pills, ho
Hopefully this shit hit home
Fucking that bitch like "Let's go"
Hit that bitch on my cell phone
I won't fuck she on her menstrual
I murder these instrumentals
I'ma hit that bitch with a backstroke
I'ma hit that bitch from the back
More shit than a high note, you know how it is, ho
Every day I wake up lit though
Niggas know what it is, what it is, ho
Pull up on the scene lit like Bic, ho
That was a green lighter, that wasn't a Bic, though
I smoke big gas, I smoke big blunts
Talkin' that shit, nigga you ain't on nothin'
Look at your bank, I just see 20s
I got hunnids, you got ones
I'm not the one, you is my son
Pull up on the scene, I make him run
All of my guns is horny as fuck
Pull up on the block and I'll make them cum, yeah
I make this shit look simple
We poppin' like proactive and a bunch of fucking pimples
I pull up in that bitch I'm past high
She my computer, my dick is that bitch flash drive
I get the cash, nigga you know I'm too fly
Your bitch fuckin' my bitch
In the end she too bi
You know I don't box but I plug in like the box
You talkin' stupid 'til you catch a shot about this Glock
Your bitch up on my cock
I told that bitch to stop and watch
And all I do is get cash, I relax, and plot
Just turn me up a notch, I wake up smoking the pot
That's a camera, I flash just like a camera when it pops
And if you got it, then you got it
See his Gucci on his wallet
Is it Gucci or is this Louis?
My designer's a bit confused, so I need to stop it, I just cop it
Feel like Drake, I start from the bottom
I get long neck from your bitch, she an ostrich
Hopefully, it's not a problem
I make it look easy for real
I told you that, I told you that
I make it look easy for real
I know that it's easy to say
But it ain't that easy for real
I'm rolling up backwoods all-day
But the papers put me in my feels, for real
[Outro: Juice WRLD, Henry Dean, & Chris Long]
Did you get all that shit? (Yeah)
Yo, you gotta- you gotta post that shit tomorrow, bro
That shit was legendary(That was cool)
That's the best shit we did all-day
Juice (Hit-Boy)