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Juice Wrld - Hairline Trigger Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
I'm real rare, mhm

[Verse]
Ay, one take gang, bitch, I'm real rare
Fuck your bitch then I leave, boy, I don’t care
.40 on me, keep it stashed by my underwear, huh-huh
Walk up in a party, get him outta there, ayy
Fuckin' on your bitch in electric chair, huh
If she die tonight, I bet, I don't care, ayy
Pull up on the scene with my niggas, yeah
Hairline on a trigger, yeah, yeah
I told that bitch to get with the program, uh
Pull up on the scene with my bros, yeah, ayy
Runnin’ through the six with my woes, yeah
In Florida, they know that I got zoes there, yeah
Fuck nigga, you don't wanna go there, uh
Pull up on the scene, they like, woah there, uh-uh
Woah, up the .40, and he still scared, ayy
I ain't afraid to die, bitch, I don't care
They tell me I've been tweakin' off the beans, huh
I pop a few, then I'm in my dreams
I told her that it's not what it seems, and this money shit ain't nothing to me
My older brother telling me I spend too much
Fuck that bitch, and then I spin her off
Fuck that bitch, and then I drop her off
She telling me that I spend too much, yeah
Rich nigga shit, may have to hold a Rollie up
I been ballin', but they tryna get they goalies up
Fuck a basic bitch, I really need a trophy, yeah
Fuck a basic bitch, I really need a trophy, yeah
She was suckin' on my dick, just like she know me, yeah
24, I'm ballin' on 'em like I'm Kobe, yeah
Super clutch, I'm in the fourth just like Ginóbili, yeah
Time is money, so I went and got a Rollie, yeah
I ain't fuckin' with the opposition, ain't no competition
If you hear me, yeah, come and get it, whippin' in the kitchen
I been stackin', I been flippin', show you how I'm livin', look at my car, huh
Watch me push a button to no ceilings, I go far, huh
Fuck your bitch, you know I'm off hella Xanax bars
Took this shit too far, fucked her in her car
I feel like a star, huh, ayy, ayy, yeah
Pull up on him, he get-, uh, pull up on him, .40 off
I am awesome
I got powers like I'm Austin
Bombin' like I'm Boston
Bitch, you know I'm flier than a pilot
Run up on me, don't try it
That .40 on me is frying, yeah
Catch a vibe on that ho
Are you willing to die for that hoe? Ayy (Yeah, that hoe)
Revenge on my body, match it with Givenchy
Remember I was still wearing Abercrombie
Now, I'm skating on a new Murakami
I ain't have to buy it
That lil' bitch, she go right
Beat it up, I'm so aight
On a dirtbike, huh, huh
I'ma do the dash, I'ma floor it
Push the gas, ballin' on these hoes, they adore it
She tryna explore it like Dora, ayy, huh
I told her no more Sephora
Let's go to Gucci, freshen up your aura
That lil' bitch a hoochie, ayy, ayy
She suck my dick in a movie, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
Did it again in a jacuzzi, yeah, yeah
Heard she sucked my dick in a jacuzzi, yeah, yeah
They compared me to Uzi, yeah, yeah
Bitch I-, I got a Uzi, yeah, yeah
If you don't like me, then sue me
Really came from nothin'
Pull up on the scene, you know that we gon' get it jumpin'
.40 make you dance, them niggas thought that you was krumpin'
All these niggas do, they don't make money, make assumptions
Me? I count it up, so much my fingers hurtin'
Off a Perky with this richness in my face, I'm such a different person, yeah
Pull up on them crazy, you know we gon' murder, huh, ayy
You know we gon' murder, you know we gon' murder, ayy
You know we gon' murder, you know we gon' murder, hm, ayy
Fuck nigga, you won't hurt 'em
Fuck nigga, you won't hurt 'em
I remain not hurt
I remain not hurt
She know I love taking risks, huh
Pull up on that nigga, take his bitch
Had to stop, and take a pic
These Balenciagas, not regular kicks
You know what it is, tell me what it isn't
R. Kelly with the bitch, I'ma get to pissin'
Never gave a fuck about none of the competition
I ain't never lackin', got my hand or Smith & —
On a Taurus, or a glizzy, gun enormous
Told my momma, she deserve it
Here's a mansion
I spent twenty K within a month
Damn, near spent that shit all on blunts
Popped a couple of Perkys, yeah, at once
Pull up on the scene, I got my gun
That heat up on my hip, just like the sun
Say it two times, no, I'm not the one
Say that a few times, no, I'm not the one
They ain't listen, so I had to get a gun
I ain't warning niggas, no more, boy it's no mercy
Bitches sicker than a bitch, ain't fuckin' with no herpes
Bitches think they know me, think they gon' hurt me
Baby, is it worth it?
I can see through the surface, through the surface
Bitches they be snakes, huh, that's a serpent
Nigga got the sermon, yeah I earned it
I just bought a hundred thousand, of the [?]
Everything is all okay
I'm gonna be okay, can't feel my face
But I ain't wanna feel, no way
It's okay
Everything's gonna be okay, I can't feel my face
I ain't wanna feel, no way, [?]
Had to smash 'em, pass 'em, natural disaster
Momma say I'm crazy, try take me to the pastor
That shit do not matter, plus my pockets fatter
Outer space, I'm off the drugs, feel my face on Saturn