Barney's Freestyle

[Part I] [Verse] Bad bitch at my crib Pull up, I'ma shoot it in his head, I'ma aim at his wig Juice WRLD did it again I blow a cheque in the wind, can't fuck with a friend Realest in this bitch, best believe Choppa on my hip, tell a nigga rest in peace Never gave a fuck about none of my enemies Realest nigga when I walk in the vicinity Getting Duff money, I feel like I'm Hillary Pray to God everyday like it's a ministry Make a nigga bleed like a menstrual bleed I'ma kill the motherfuckin' instro-beat Best to ever do it, have him leakin' body fluids If he fuck with Juice WRLD, I'ma end his fuckin' movement Nigga, I'm the shit, nigga, no bowel movement I feel I'm Flocka nigga, O Let’s Do It I make love, then I make music I take drugs, but I don't use 'em, I just abuse 'em Niggas be beefin' on computers, I could not fuck with a loser Your bitch a chooser, pull up on him, I'm a shooter Clip lookin' long like a ruler, bullet go through ya Put a bullet hole in your medulla, got Versace like I'm fucking on Medusa Go back to school just to put dick inside my tutor Yeah, I was fuckin' on my tutor Got a problem with me, I'ma pull up on the scene with my Ruger Bad bitch, I think she a cougar Yeah, uh, flow go crazy, uh For the red coats, yeah, my flow go brazy, uh Like a earthquake, shake this shit like Haiti, uh That bitch do crack like she in the '80s, uh Big guns on me like I came from the navy, uh Rock a block, choppa fly, never been a baby, uh I can rap forever, it don't matter the setting I'ma pull up on 'em with the watch, watch it set in Two-Tone Skelly, AP, that's a one-of-one Pull up on the scene, cockin' back one of them super guns Hit him in his face if he talk tough Had to shut the fuck up, let my money talk Had to shut the fuck up, let my money talk I just sat down, then I let my money walk Got a problem with me, I'ma let the choppa off Grrah, grrah, grrah, you gon' need a doctor, uh Gettin' to this cash everyday, uh Say you want beef, I got shells, let's make tacos Say you got cheese, but that cheese nachos I get cheese like chips and nachos Pull up on the scene, choppa hit him in his face, woah Then I fuck his bitch, bust on her face, that's a facial I'm full of shit? Nah, I'm not a A-hole My swag go crazy, you ain't get no dough I'ma make the bitch pose for the photo Remember rockin' 'preme, it was box on the logo Now it's Moncler on me, this shit cost some more dough Five bands for the coat, and cost four, ho Pull up on the scene with my niggas, that's real, ho Why I got fire like a dragon? No Komodo Niggas know what's up though I'm sick of all these niggas, they be cutthroat My heart is kinda hurtin' so it's fuck hoes Speakin' of hoes, I got a bunch of those Pull up on the scene, ballin' like a finger roll Eyes low from the weed, that's the demon smoke Hands up when I box, hit the demons though Swaggin' on these hoes Flexin' on my exes is what I do, you already know I'm ballin' on these niggas, I feel like I'm Derrick Rose That choppa turn him to a ballerina, on his toes [Part II] [Intro] Uhh, nanana Uhh, nanana Uhh, check one [Verse] Listen, I've been wreckin' records ever since the adolescence I feel like a teacher, probably teach a nigga lessons In the cut, I'm still totin' on my Smith & Wesson That's the bestest, and I'm deadly like a pack of asbestos I've been swaggin' on these hoes, it's what I do best Metta World Peace, I feel like Ron Artest I got my gun, yeah, I got my attack I got head from a white girl, rough neck I ball on these hoes, something like can upset I fuck the world, man, this shit is like rough sex I got money, but I ain't make enough yet If you ain't talking 'bout money, then it's fuck that Big ol' gun on my hip, get the fuck back before I bust that, everyday I'ma bust stacks I got a big strap, I got a big bitch on my lap shakin' that You run up on me, choppa' oven get to bakin' that I'm smokin' Kush like everyday, I get to blazin' that You run up on me, choppa' hit him, tear his face apart You know I'm flyer than that motherfucker Bonaparte My choppa' like a chiropractor, break your bones apart I've been smokin' on this gas like a fuckin' fart