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Juice Wrld - Coachella Freestyles Lyrics

[Part 1]

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Gon' blick him up
If she wanna take a flick with us, we gon' flick it up
If she wanna take some dick from us, we gon' dick her up
Probably call you in like 20 minutes to come pick her up
She was sober when we hit it, she wanted to liquor up
I don't let these bitches get high before they take this dick
Next you know they be on the news sayin' we tried to rape that bitch
I don't got time for a nigga, I just got time for a nigga
I don't got time for a nigga, uh, I don't got a dime for a nigga
I just got bullets for a nigga, I just rhymes for a nigga
If you willing to pay for these features I may make time for that nigga
Man I spaz on every track nigga, I run this shit like track nigga
I run this shit like white police tryna catch up to a black nigga
All I do is pour Act' nigga, Wockhardt with the Klonopins
With the Hi-Tech, it ain't no Act' left
You trippin' we say he sniff Act' nigga
Unless he one of them big homies
Run up on me you get smoked, just like zig on me
L-O-L its a joke, all you niggas broke, you need a fix homie
Run up on me you get hit, chopper too big like a hit, stick on me
Feel like Madden with the hitstick
Lil' nigga you can get hit homie, I'm lit like Bic homie
She suck my dick homie, then she asked for a pic homie
I ain't finna take no pic wit' a ho, I know these bitches be clout chasin'
I think about like a million things at once, nigga I be mind racin'
These niggas ain't shit but some mouses, they be rat racin'
I was in my trap whippin' up shit with the baking soda
Bitch, my dick up in her throat just like a Jeera Cola
I gave her nine months to get rid of that now she got a baby stroller
[Part 2]

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Ooh, ooh, woah, woah
I see how you wanna act, remember when I back actually flipping packs
Niggas talkin', all these niggas ain't 'bout that action
I'm from Chicago, we be shootin', we feel like Paxson
You got a problem then fuck it we gon' be pistol packin'
Leave 'em bloody as fuck, he gon' need more than a napkin
I don't got time for these niggas, all of these bitches reactin'
If I wanted reactions I'd go YouTube and watch reactions
Young nigga, I'm richer than most nigga
Champagne, get it poppin', I don't wanna toast nigga
Yeah I brag sometimes, I admit that I boast with it
Shit I'm humble as fuck, I don't give a fuck about most niggas
They be trying me, don't really got time for these niggas
All these wannabes and wanna be me niggas
They got to the count of three to get the fuck away from me nigga
Before I go on killing spree, kill everybody within' the function cause niggas buggin' me
I don't got time for none of these hoes, all these hoes thinkin' that they lovin' me
These bitches ain't shit but some dusty ass, raggedy ass, ugly hoes
Probably from block or somethin'
Probably wanna suck on cock or somethin'
Probably wanna get to the top or somethin'
Thinkin' they can suck they way to the top or somethin'
I don't really got time for these hoes, they need to stop it
They gettin' outta pocket, you run up cool, I'ma pull my gun out my pocket
Crack it back once then pop it
I don't got time for a nigga, I got options
Nigga I'm the bestest, these niggas ain't shit
That shit dead like a bag asbestos
Freestyle off the top, change the topic on these hoes and I get the guap
These hoes ain't shit but hoes, I'ma treat 'em like that, I'ma leave 'em there
If I catch an opp, I'ma wack an opp
If I catch a cop, I'ma run away
If I don't kill you cool, I'ma probably kill yo' ass on another day
I heard you talkin' shit, I found out where your mother stayin'
I'ma be back in Chicago that trip damn near like a month away
I'm high as hell, probably lost all my brain cells, may be a blunt away
I'm so high I may come down in a couple days
Look, eyes make you smile like a couple face
You will get dropped like a mixtape
My first mixtape was sad, my next tape finna be with mixed hate
I'm the type to blow yo candles out then kill yo' ass on yo birthday
To go to yo' birthstone, take a piss on yo' birth place
Never gave a fuck about a nigga or a bitch that's in the fucking first place
You gon' miss me when I'm gone, damn right, you heard Drake?
Pull up to yo' doorway, with a .4-0, they like foreplay that go both ways
So it'll kill you and yo' bitch, 'fore the end of the day, bitch you heard me?
[Part 3]

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD, Cordae]
I never liked marshmallows, besides my nigga Marshmello
Ball like Carmelo, such a bizarre fellow

Ooh, new Lamborghini truck, make it in all yellow
Fuck that I got the Double R, black and red fellow
I pull up on the scene and jack him like Sparrow
You talkin' stupid, then I'm gon' shoot you, two barrels
Niggas thinkin' that they in it, walking on the straight dinero
G-Money told me just rob 'em take the money then let go
He say we gon' get rich, we walked up to Interscope
We wasn't no bitch, and we told 'em what we wanted
So they gave us that times two plus a couple mo'
Man we richer than a bitch that's white and 24
With some coke in the stash box
And a nigga at her door, screaming you got me—
Ooh I was finna go somewhere with that

He said, he said, hit a nigga straight in his face, red arrow
Jumped off the plane to Coachella, daredevil
Bad little bitch, oh, bae a rebel
I'ma kill this shit forever, nigga forever
Goddamn never clever, stackin' cheddar
Everything we do, yeah, we do it better so—
I say, yeah, shoutout to Clever, yeah
Shoutout to Seezyn and all my artists, yeah
You know we crazy, we marchin' in like the Spartans, yeah
We not from earth, but we came through like a Martian, yeah
I'm rolling up Posto and then I spark it, yeah

Hold on stay with the 300 no Spartan, yeah
Got a bad lil' bitch, might spark it, yeah
And we getting the cheddar like Harvard, yeah
Dropped out but still went to Harvard, yeah
Graduated, bad little bitch yeah, had to hate it
Fuckin' model hoes, used to masturbate it
That I used to motherfuckin' get on Instagram
Bad little bitch and you all got instant tans
And Coachella propellers, came in helicopter
Bad little fuckin' bitch but I can smell the oppa, hold on
Keep reading through it like a teleprompter
But I think Wayne said it first
No biting, reciting, I'm am just [?] for all you niggas that lighting
And liking my new shit, goddamn, coke type fiend

I say yo' girl like me, fucked her with a white teen
They gnawing on my ear, she misses, Mike Tyson
I'm fly in the sky like Aang, no bison
I'm lookin' at the future like damn, so bright
G-Money we going crazy, that's for life
Nigga run up on me then we shootin' no three strikes
What we got, shooters on our team? Them niggas is pitcher
I'm looking at the opps like G-Money them niggas is bitches
They all talkin' shit, them niggas got this shit twisted
Yeah, at the end of the day it's tatted on me, no limit, that's 'til I die
If a fake get [?], then we beating him alive
All my niggas working hard like a fuckin' 9-5
I ain't never been a bitch but I'm buzzin' like a high
That's a B on a whole nigga just to survive
I used to steal clothes nigga
Used to sell little bit of weed at the door nigga
Used to be with niggas that was really cooking dope
Yeah, I'm not talking 'bout the fake trappers, talking 'bout the dope dealers
Never was a card cracker, but I run with card crackers—

My nig—, My nigga Gib', trapper of the year
They lookin' at us like we the rappers of the year
Pull up on the scene choppa shot him like a spear
I been going crazy every motherfuckin' year, since I was like 5 years
Nigga I'm the freestyle god, but I'm not blasphemous, so yes I thank him
I pull up on the scene like damn these niggas tweakin'
I'm a dog bite no barkin' or pantin'

Uh, pantin', he said no blasphemous
You really couldn't touch half of this
You niggas on some other shit boy
You—, we graduate, school of Hard Knocks
Top, hold on, I said you niggas blasphemous
School of Hard Knock, the top notch graduate
Every time I see my nigga we get bigger and bigger
Every time I see my nigga we get richer and richer, ha
Everything on me, I done made about a million, this watch they Richard, ha

Ayy the next watch
G-Money, they not ready for the next watch
That bitch gon' fuck they heads up
That bitch gon' fuck they bread up
Tryna keep up with what we doin'
All the bitches that we screwin'
They like library books to these niggas they be renewin'
I don't really got no time for these niggas they straight manure
I'm the shit, I came from the gutter, came from the sewer
Wasn't shit but some noodles and, for my fuckin' supper shit
Maybe some raviolis that's why nowadays I don't fuck wit' it
I remember they was like that nigga Juice on some other shit
Niggas at school tried me cause I was on that sucker shit
Until I hit him in his face, it wasn't no sucker punch
They put me in a charter school after that, I was skippin' lunch
Niggas talkin' stupid I pull up and smoke 'em like a blunt
G-Money said you don't gotta shoot, give lil' bro the gun
I'm like cool he could own it, I'd still like to blow it
I don't—, I'm a real nigga though, I don't gotta show it
With the lean I'ma pour it, with these words I'm a poet
With these tats I'm an artist, with yo' life I'ma slay it
Bad bitch I'ma slay her, from space, Princess Leia
I'm an evil fuckin' villain, bad bitches in my lair
Bitches from the Himalayas saying that they wanna label me cause a—
Tien like a Super Saiyan, pull up on the scene with the ruger sprayin'
Like what was you just sayin'?
All my niggas high like Michael Jackson, they in Neverland

Yo, when a nigga tapped in like that you don't even catch it Unless you got the text, somethin' stupid like cupid
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