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Juice Wrld - Cobra Freestyle Mic Check Freestyle Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Alright, I may talk shit but all the shit I talk real
You will get popped like a nigga pop feels
I can fuck a bitch anytime I want don't cop feels
All these niggas ain't shit but some bitches
Ho ass niggas and some snitches, I don't see the difference
I just got Gucci on my britches
Pull up on the scene, I'ma kill 'em
Fry that nigga like a skillet, make his bitch get on her knees for forgiveness
If a nigga play wit' me we gon' catch him, make him strip naked then blast him
Taking off like I'm on NASA chains 'round my neck but bitch I'm a slave master
These niggas ain't rich they rich backwards
Lost my father I guess I'm a rich bastard
And that's word to your hood nigga
You ain't 'bout that action send them verbs to your hood nigga
But I ain't talking about them words, I still got wordplay
Pull up on the scene single choppa like Beyoncé
3K on a fit bitch, ain't no Andre
Finna take a bitch straight shifts straight to Bombay
If I go broke then it's back to the coke
Whippin' soap in the kitchen wit' my bro
R.I.P. to the ones that died, I really miss 'em
R.I.P. to my great grams, wish I could kiss her
Pull up on the scene wit' the choppa faster than twister
Hang a motherfucker like the triple K nigga
I don't fuck with these niggas, fuck all these niggas
Rushin' I for the money, Chris Tuck' in me nigga
They don't think I'm finna charge shit
Bitch I'm like boss that's what I'ma—
[Verse 2]
Ayy, listen, ayy, ayy, listen, ayy
On these beats I'ma murder, freestyle no murmurin'
What's yo' name nigga I ain't never heard of ya?
You think that I'm scared of ya?
Desert eagle on me it's gonna shoot for the green
I guess that's the Larry Bird in us
Hey, I don't make a fuss and shit
I'm probably on a mission with your girl fucking shit
I ain't with that cuffing shit, the loving shit, the type to get my dick sucked in public quick
I'm a freestyle master, you know that it's true
Ayy word to my religion cause I know that it's true
Ayy word to Gucci and Louis you know that's my shoes
If I pull up I'm shooting I aim that bitch out the roof
You don't want no smoke, you don't want no cancer
I'ma shit on these niggas, please mind my manners, uh
Back in school rolling weed in my planner, uh
I guess I ain't really have no plans or somethin'
But a nigga richer than most
And you get it don't forget it, I'ma pull up and blow
I be wit' it all my niggas defy niggas like physics, shut the fuck up and listen
I been popping these pills, filling up my prescriptions
I feel great I'm hungry but then again I still ate
That Glock it got 23 + 7, I hit your ass with that MAC I pass my bro the 11
He hit your ass in your back, you don't know how to act
These niggas in Atlanta still pouring up fake Act
What the fuck is wrong with them, boy your ass off track
Thinking you was talking shit but when I talk shit back
You don-don't have shit to say, I ain't really finna talk at all
I'ma just finna have my homie draw you up and chalk you off
I don't got no time for this shit, I don't talk at all
I'm a dog but I bite yeah, I ain't barking dawg
Ayy, I put a silence on the gun and let it whisper to ya
I promise I ain't scared of no competition
And since y'all wanna talk about having drive, I feel Mayweather cause I'm driving like Bugatti engine
I'm in the back with my niggas, don't got no henchmen
I feel like a god but I will not grant forgiveness
And when I'm through I ain't finna leave a witness
These niggas pussy so I'm finna kill a kitten
Yo' bitch got a pussy I'm finna kill the kitten
All these niggas ain't shit but some fucking bitches
I ain't really got time for these fucking bitches
I just fuck they bitches and then it's fuck them bitches, ayy
That's how it goes, yo' bitch like Drake cause she run with her woes
I'ma finna catch her and a couple of hoes
Fuck at the hotel then tell her she gotta go
The glocky get to kissing niggas no mistletoe
One shot a piece I ain't plannin' on missing ho
Matter a fact try me, I do you like Dej Loaf
And leave yo ass in Heaven wit' a motherfuckin' halo, uh, ha
I'm a killer for real, uh, but I be with them killers for real, uh
Banana clip will drill you for real, uh, then I'm gone we gon' drill you for real
If you want smoke hit my line, we could address it
But I ain't texting back, hell nah you'll get the message
When we pull up to your block wit' a Smith & Wesson
If you at a hotel, we'll catch you at the Westin, fuck nigga