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Juice Wrld - Hoe Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh uh, yeah yeah yeah
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
Mhm, aight, look, uh
Uh

[Verse 1]
Gettin' to the millions
I just need a mansion with a white bitch, some children
Prolly invest in a bunch of abandoned buildings
I'ma abandon these niggas, I pull op chopper on me
And I got this shit out the trenches
Nigga my flow relentless, look at the way I kick it
I'm snipping it just like scissors
You can't fuck with it, I'm unfuckwithable
Feeling like I'm Cudi, getting more Cudi, then get Cudi
My cash in, uh, I go nuts like cashews in a Benz, uh
A bad bitch, she come through with her friends, uh
That's just how it started, wait until it ends, uh
Life ain't ever over, life will nеver end, uh
Niggas think it's fucked, thеy really just pretend, uh
I don't really got no time for pretenders, I don't really got no time for contenders, mhm

[Verse 2]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, it ain't safe
Uh, ayy, uh, uh, ayy, uh, uh
Mastered this rap shit for real
Whater whippin' in the kitchen with that trap shit for real, uh
Niggas fake, they with that act shit for real
But this is real life, I ain't with that cap shit for real, uh
My flow is so intricate, Niñas they be intimate
Look at the way I'm killin' it, they can't compete
Ayy, uh, I'ma fuck another bitch, I'ma fuck another bitch, [?]
Spazzing on they ass on a daily
Bitch I ball like a rocket, I feel like Tracy McGrady, uh
Shaking shit like Haiti, fuck nigga you cannot play me, uh
Bitches fuck you paid me, I pull up spraying that can, uh
Chopper in the trunk, I pop it, just like she pop it
Run up on me, poppin' at your noggin
Running outta options, told you, you don't really want no problems
Roll with them goblins, feel like a god, I guess I need a goddess
I'm being honest, uh
My flow go so cray though, uh
You get whopped like a baby in a cradle, uh
Big ass Glock, I'ma hold it by the handle, uh, get dismantled
Chopper hit your brains like eggs gettin' scrambled, uh
Uh, uh, yeah, uh, word play for real
With the action, I ain't talking about the verb play for real, uh
Chopper shootin', just like Larry Bird in the field, uh
Every day is different when I take another pill, uh
Molly in the party got me feelin' me
Niggas really try takin' my energy, uh
Clip hold a hundred like a centipede, uh
Real nigga, when I'm uppin' in your vicinity, uh
Duffin' Clinton money like I'm hillary
Get to spittin' like a pastor, ain't no ministry
Uh, uh, I'ma play it like a [?]
Uh, uh, uh, I'ma fuck her in a minute, ehh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 3]
Cook that shit up, quay
Uh, shufflin' na-na-na-na-na, on go
Wake up, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, oh
Wake up in the morning put my dick in another hoe, uh
I ain't fucking your bitch, I'm fucking your mother, bro, uh
Balling super hard, I'm in another league, uh
Niggas tweakin', leakin', they can't fuck with me
I leave 'em leakin', chopper on me with the defense, uh
Leave 'em in the past tense
Then it's gettin' back to the cashin', uh
Pull up in the Aston, everyday bitch I'm cashin'
Everyday bitch I'm cashin', everyday bitch I'm cashin'
She calls me a will-be, but you're a has-been
Bitch I been that, money I spent that
Yo' block I been that
You fake as hell you pretend that
You started the shit, I'm gon' end that
I'ma get back on track, yeah, I'ma get back on track
Bad bitch, I'ma get back on that
Bad bitch, I'ma hit it from the back, woah
I'ma hit it from the back, I'ma hit it from the back, I'ma count up a stack, woah
I just spent 10k when I walk up the saks, money all on my lap, oh
Make 'em run like a lap, you don't know how to act
Get shot in the back, oh
I'm not a snake, I kill the snakes, I'm not a fake
I don't fuck with fakes
You ain't gettin' money, the fuck out my face
I'm eatin' so good, I had to stop and go and get another plate, uh
Woke up, put my dick inside another hoe, uh
I ain't tryna fuck your bitch, I'ma fuck your mother, bro, uh
Chopper on me and it's singin' like a Glee show, uh
Bape up on my cape, but no I'm not a hero
VVSs on me and it's cold like subzero
Money like Robert de Niro, you will get jacked like Sparrow
Won't let her see tomorrow, put you out your sorrow
Got some blood, sweat and tears, bullets you could borrow
Hey, hey, hey, mhm, uh, oh
I'm not trying to fuck your bitch, I'ma fuck your mother, oh
Wake up, put my dick inside another hoe
I ain't trying to fuck your bitch, I'ma fuck your mother, hoe, oh
Mhm-mh, mh-mhm
[Verse 4]
Ah, mhm, like Lenny Kravitz, like Lenny, aight, uh
Like Lenny Kravitz, like Lenny Kravitz, uh
Rock like Lenny Kravitz, no Lenny Kravitz, uh
Rock like Lenny Kravitz, no Lenny Kravitz, uh
Rock like Lenny Kravitz, no Lenny Kravitz, uh, yeah
I'm in the studio making these hits, they can't take that away from me
I got a gun, it's stale dummy
Wrap this shit up, feel like a mummy
Bad lil' bitch, put my dick in her tummy
Givenchy on me, I don't wear Abercrombie, uh
Try me if you want, that chopper kill you, now you a zombie, uh
Woke up fresh as fuck, she down to fuck, she down to go
Balling hard, I'm in the fourth, I shoot my shot like Derrick Rose
Matter fact, I feel like Shaquille, I'm in the fourth, I'm throwing bows
Nigga talk shit, that chopper make him dance like a ballerina, oh
All I know is get the cash, they playing catch up, while I do the dash
These niggas ain't no shit, they need to catch up, 'cause I'm on their ass
That chopper hit your face, fuck your face up, yeah, on the gang
These niggas talking stupid, they cannot face us
They can't face us, they try to erase us
Yo' bitch is my favourite, that bitch is a taster
Shock shit like a taser, in the cut with a laser
That bitch a eater, she an alligator
Making alligations, shaking shit like the Haitians
If you ain't talking about money and cash, then bitch what the fuck is you saying?
I dyed my hair blonde and turn up on 'em super saiyan
I'll leave his face on the pavement, oh, I'll leave his face on the pavement, oh, I'll leave his face on the pavement
That's just brazy, yeah
I'ma fuck that bitch to move on to her best friend, uh
I'ma hit it from the back, I'm in intestines, uh
Mic check, mic check, hold my dick, testin', uh, ayy
Let my nuts hang, rich nigga shit, uh
I just may go 'head and take a rich nigga bitch, uh
I'm just feelin' rich on some rich nigga shit, uh
Tattletale lil' niggas on that snitch nigga shit, uh
I can rap, anyway, anytime, anyday
Balling out, Kobe Bryant, Lebron James with the fadeaway
Either way, I'ma make a play
Either way, off the molly in the bedroom
Lil' shawty gon' be going gay
Either way, either way
Uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh
[Verse 5]
Uh, yeah, I say, I say, I say, I'm finna, mhm, mhm, mhm, aight, uh
I'm finna preach to the masters
I'm feelin' like I'm a pastor
[?]
And I make, mhm, laughing
I feel like I'm a pastor
I'm gon' preach to the masters
I feel like I'm a pastor
I'm gon' preach to the masters, uh
I'm gon' spazz on a daily, uh, ball like Tracy McGrady, uh
Talk that shit don't know me, uh
Chopper on me be slayin', uh
On the ground where a fuck nigga layin', uh
T'd up, super no saiyan, uh, yeah
That's what I'm saying, uh, ayy, ya dig what I'm saying?, uh, uh
I'm getting top from your bitch, she came from the islands
I don't even know her name
Life is a picture, but I don't really give no fuck
Get the fuck out my frame
Pull up on him, that chopper make him duck
I'm gon' let it bang
Chopper get to speaking up in tongues, it'll forget your name, uh, ayy
The leader nigga, uh, skeet and delete his bitch, uh
I just keep balling out, uh, everyday I'ma switch, ayy
I fuck your bitch reminisce, uh, that bitch never get the gist, uh
R. Kelly on her I piss, uh, R. Kelly on her I piss, uh
Young rich and ignorant, don't give a fuck about shit, these niggas been tweakin', uh
Young rich and ignorant, mhm, mhm, mhm, hold up, hold on, hold on, hold on, look, ayy

[Verse 6]
I'm for real bitch, I'm off of the pills bitch
Give a fuck how you feel, I'm tryna get real rich
I'm for real bitch, I'm off of the pills bitch
Give a fuck how you feel, I'm tryna get real rich
I'll make a whole song in this bitch, uh
Smoke it up, chi cheng chong in this bitch, uh
.40 beat the chest, King Kong in this bitch, uh
Skate on 'em, day one song in this bitch, uh
I'm the best, I'm the best, ain't nobody better
Bill Cosby with the shit, molly with the sweater
I ain't showin' no effort, showin' no effort
Leave a new beretta for the bad weather
I'm from Chicago where it get crackin', it get brackin'
And no lack and all that
We talkin' stupid, cool, it's gon' get crackin'
Gun blastin' and hit you in your ball cap
Get your skull cracked, how you like that?, huh
Where the fuck your bitch? Where your wife at?
I'ma hit that, damn it, I'ma pipe that
Yachty with the shit, I'ma fucking one night that, huh
Ran the train, got her on the right track
She in the kitchen, whippin' up the right crack
Yo' mama like that, yeah, she like that
She on my trap phone, giving me some feedback
Lookin' at the streets, damn, I gotta feed that
Lookin' at the pill bottle, I'ma relapse
Lookin' at the bed, think I need to relax
I remember flexin' on 'em like gym class
My flow go too crazy, no though
I pose like, damn, this is a photo
She on my dick, hoppin' like [?], no Pogo
Woah, woah, Pollo El Loco, haha
Rap flowin', nah, Raf Simmons
Bad bitch foreign, I love women
I love tourin', I love money, I love Jordans
I love Gucci, I love Fendi, Prada
I could prolly go and fuck your daughter, uh
Ain't no worries, Hakuna Matata
Chopper on me, it solved my problems
Man I swear, my flow to cool
I'm prolly shining like, ooh-ooh
I'm prolly shining like some new jewels
Don't give a fuck, prolly go shoot up the youth group
Evil than the bitch, that's me dude
Outer space, coolin' like Greedo
My money be greener than Cee-Lo
Hit the bitch like a keyboard, c-note
Ayy, no, hit the bitch like, mhm, mhm, c-note
Hit the bitch like a keyboard, c-note
Hit the bitch like a keyboard, c-note

[Verse 7]
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh
I don't ever think I'm running out of flows
Same way that I ain't ever running out of hoes
Try me if you want, the chopper on me it'll blow
Promise it'll give you a kiss like mistletoe
Shoot one time you get hit, ain't missing those
Fuck a bitch, then she gotta go get misthos
This misthos, I pull up in a two-door, uh, uh
Slamming shit just like Sumo, uh-huh
I'm on top of my game, you know it
Got away with words, bitch I'm feeling like a poet
Run up, that's okay, the chopper on me I'ma blow it
And I'm feeling like a superhero, feeling too heroic
With the cape on, uh, with the cape on
Hash in the pink, gotta get the vape on
Uh, uh-uh, ayy-oh, keep a jewel, like damn, who you vape on
Smoke good gas, backwoods, roll that
Where the fuck your hoe at?
I'ma go toe tac
Get back, chopper spit crack
Designer on me, mismatch, did you get that?, uh
Know you can't afford that, can't afford that
These niggas is my sons, forgot to abort that
You talking stupid, chopper hit you, tilt your face back
I promise you'll put a bullet in your wade cap
I'll spray it, motherfucker, I ain't talking maze man
I'm a addict, in the attic, serving in the basement
You got a problem with me? cool, we could address it
I'll send you that address, send you up to heaven
These niggas want beef, I'ma give him seconds
Smith & Weston, that's my fucking preference
Your bitch on my line, getting her peace to heaven
I had to come back for this life in seconds
I'm feeling like the best man, but I'm married to the money
There a nigga, try to run up and take it from me
There a nigga, try to run up and take it from me
There a nigga, try to run up and take it from me
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