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Juice Wrld - Back On The Wok Freestyle Lyrics

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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck that shit
Bitch I'm-
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, huh
Off of the Molly, I'm bussin'
I don't talk shit, I don't do no discussion
Run up on me, then that choppa is rumbling
Ball on that bitch like the OKC Thunder
Freestyle off the top it ain't nothin'
Shit on that bitch, I think she need a plunger, uh
I eat the beat like I'm hungry
High off the bitch, I think I got the munchies, uh
Percocet pop, got yo' bitch in the back and she giving me top in the Cadillac, uh
Talkin' that shit 'til I pull up with Brodie
Ridin' that gun likе a cattle back, uh
Talkin' that shit 'til I pull up with Brodie
He shoot at yo' facе and I bat yo' back, uh
Hit you in the chest no asthma attack
I don't got time for the battle rap, uh
You'll come back when your done doing your hair?
Bet that
Hit him in his face, he forget that
You know where the shit at, uh
Run up in yo' trap, where the shit at? Huh
Designer on me, no mismatch, uh
Break the bitch off no KitKat, uh
She get slapped like a pimp named Slipback
Pull up on- Ooh
I'm back on that Wok'
You run up on me you get shot
I kill a nigga like a white cop
You run up on me then you get popped
Choppa from Black Ops
I'm gon' take stand like a black cop
Man, I'm roaming with my mans
Prolly in Japan
Had to sleep on the flight, eleven hours off a Xan
I used to pour the Wok', by the eighth, I was in a trance
Had to stop it for a second, now I'm back hittin' that dance
Back on that Wok', yeah, uh, back on that Wok', yeah, tuh
Juiced up like 'Pac, yeah, juiced up like 'Pac, yeah, huh
Back on that Wok', yeah, huh, you will get shot, yeah, huh
I'm off the uppers, I don't give a fuck, Molly I pop, yeah, huh
Ayy, huh, servin' them rocks, poppin' them rocks
I got yo' bitch on my cock, huh
Diamonds with rocks, nigga just stop
I see the fake in yo' watch, huh
You was a cop, you was an opp
Fuckin' with me, you get popped, huh
I go to Gucci, maybe Raf Simmons If a nigga wanna shop, uh
Back on that Wok' again, yeah, hand on my Glock again, yeah
Her mouth on my cock again, yeah, I keep on conquering, yeah
I'm in the club with a .40, yeah
Came in the club with my shorty, yeah
My gun hot and horny, yeah, that's a different story, yeah
Ayy, I ball out, feel like a Laker, bitch
I sip the Henny, no chaser, bitch
My gun is full of lead, ironic, 'cause it'll just get to erasing shit
Fuck with niggas on that racist shit
Run up on me, get to blazin' shit
Jackie Chan kush in my Swisher, goddamn, I smoke 'til look like an Asian kid
Aha-ha-ha-ha
Back on that Wok'
Back on the opps (on that wok, yeah)
(Back on that Wok', yeah)
(Back on the opps, yeah)
Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-blaow-blaow
I'm rollin'
Back on my opp block, huh, pull up to the opp block, huh
I need some top, top
Run up on me got a Glock, Glock, huh
Bitch on my cock, cock, huh
Go and suck my cock, uh
Just 'cause yo' boyfriend walked in the room, don't mean you can stop, nah, huh, ayy
Shit, I'm gonna fuck her face 'til she get lockjaw, huh
Hit her from the back so good, she screaming out, "Oh my God", huh
Baby, I'm far from God, huh
Really, I'm just being modest, huh
I pray to God every day for forgiveness, I know sometimes I ain't that honest, huh
I keep on flyin', I'm fly without tryin', they callin' that shit autopilot, uh
Gun a librarian and a barbarian, bitch, yeah, it came with the silence, yeah
I'm going hard off the Xanies and Percies, you lil' niggas just need to try it, huh
Feel like Rick Ross or somethin', my pockets fat, they don't need no diet, ayy
Feel like 2 Chains or somethin', with this new Draco, I'm gon start a riot, ayy
Niggas talk stupid to me, It ain't nothin' for me to leave them dying, ayy
Leave they momma cryin', ayy, families traumatized, ayy
Presidential Rollie, see it through Obama's eyes, ayy
I can't believe that nigga Trump is president for what?
I mean the shit is kinda fucked up
But I'm still rich so who give a fuck
I can't say that, 'cause I care
And I got niggas that's still in the trenches
I can't pay for everybody, get the winnings
They gotta get it to themselves, gotta get it, uh
I'ma talk my shit and back it up
Pull up in that all-black, black, Acura
I shoot it too accurate, ironic, accurate in the Acura
Talkin' that shit you can't catch us, uh
You will need more than some backup, uh
All my niggas be axing questions
Like they throwing hatchets, uh, ayy
Try us if you want, 'cause my niggas in the back
And my niggas in the front, with a Mac, couple gats
And a strap, better run, 'cause my niggas down to hunt
I'ma treat you just like a Pigskin, go and punt
Get the fuck out my face, I'm gon' pick up yo' bitch
Get the fuck in her face
All of my niggas be grippin' them K's
You ain't talkin' no money, the fuck out my face
I'm gon' chase to the bank, straight to the bank
Remember I would run to the bank
I used to follow the card crackers to the bank
Couple of 'em robbin' the bank, holdup
Ayy, back on that Act'
Sippin' that Wok' 'til I asthma attack
Run up on me, then I'm shootin' my Mac
And my niggas get money, yeah, that is a fact
Feel like Bobby Brown, I'm spittin' the crack
Ain't get that bitch, get the fuck out my trap
I fuck that bitch in the muhfuckin' back
I hit that so good, she ain't know how to act, uh
Like can I mess up? I don't know
I gotta fess up, I mean I'm finna make a confession
I mean the shit about progression
I mean my word is my weapon
I'm in the beat so good, yeah, taste so good
I'ma come back for seconds
I'm gonna kill a nigga, it's my preference
I'm gonna send a nigga up to Heaven
You Microsoft like Windows 7
I spit shit like a damn reverend
I'm a young nigga like an adolescent
I'm in school, I can teach a lesson
I'm in the cut with a Smith & Wesson
I got the bitch from the fucking west end
I fuck that bitch in the fucking Westin, huh
I'm up on tour, yeah, huh
I'm back from tour, yeah, huh
I'm back from tour, yeah, huh
I'm back from tour, yeah, huh
Remember my old Twitter handle, Juice Dior, yeah
That was when I was broke
Now they can call me Juice Dior, yeah
AP my wrist, ayy, hmm
Dick in yo' bitch, ayy, huh
I told that bitch to act like a dog, just give me a lick, ayy, huh
I know these bitches be bitches for real
They burnin' like ticks, ayy
So I had to use a rubber before I bend her over and hit, ayy, huh
Back on that bitch, hmm
Back on that cat again, huh
Hittin' that cat again, huh, I'm up to bat again, huh
I'm Barry Bonds with her friends, huh
I just got in with twins, huh
They sucked me up in my Benz, huh
It was real, it wasn't pretend, huh
Back on that Act' again
I was flippin' them packs, yeah
I was full of adrenaline
Listening to Eminem
Ridin' in that old-
Ridin' in that old school Ram
Now I pull up in new school Lamb'
I don't really give a Hoover Dam
But, I'm up in Amsterdam, smokin' that gas
Countin' the cake, gettin' the cash
Look at yo' bitch, I'm finna smash
I record it while I hit from the back
I remember I was pouring up green
Now a nigga really pouring up Act'
Now a nigga really poppin' them Mollies
Rollin', rollin', I was up in the class
I remember rollin' in gym class
I remember rollin' doing gym laps
I remember rollin' up in math class
Yeah, told my teacher "had the last laugh"
Rich as fuck on yo' bitch ass
Yeah, teach, you a broke ass
Yeah, man you faileds, tryna teach the whole class
Yeah, came back on they broke ass
Run up on me you get poked, yeah
L-O-L, but this shit ain't no joke, yeah
Run up on me, you know what I'm on
Choppa on me, it's getting you gone
I'm up in the Lambo it transform to a 'Rari
That shit Megatron
Light up just like Tron, hmm
Put that dick in yo' mom, hmm
W-W-W-dot, you ain't on shit dot com, hmm
Run up on me, you done, hmm
These niggas my sons, hmm
My brother locked up, won't let that nigga out
Just like Akon
Back on that Wok', mhm
Hand on my Glock, mhm
Bitch on her knees, please, ooh
She give me top, mhm
I'm in the studio, wait, can you turn me up a notch, yeah
I'm juiced up today, they callin' me young 'Pac, ayy
AP my wrist, it costs 250
Even though my gang is 150
Run up on me then that choppa hittin'
It came with equipped with a muhfuckin' titty
Fuck a .30, bitch, I need me a .50
And fuck an auto, rather I'd have a Semi
I can finger fuck the bitch how I want
It'll shoot a nigga maybe, uh