[Part I: Unknown Beat Freestyle]
[Intro]
Doin' my, uh
Doing my dance, uh
Fuckin' that, uh
Uh, fuckin' that, uh
I pop a-, uh, haha
Yeah, huh, pop off
Huh, yeah, hm
[Verse 1]
Pop the trunk, choppa eat you up for lunch, uh
I'ma fuck on your ho, huh
Put my dick in her cut, huh
I catch the pass, run
I'm smoking gas, huh
She wanna smash, huh
Goin' for the cash, huh
I'ma hit the bitch from the back the Jag'
Shoot up your spot, L-O-L, laugh
Pull up on the scene like, "Damn that's a pussy nigga, I'ma shoot him, need a Maxi-Pad," yeah
It's me and Maxi Lord, huh, I'm making songs, huh
Aye, choppa be sharp as a sword, huh
I wanna- wait, wait, wait
Had to catch myself how they catch their breath
Pull up on him with a choppa, TEC
Got a new Kel-Tec, take a hit to the chest
Uh, cardiac yo' arrest
Niggas ain't on shit, fuck yo' set
Pull up on you and I drop yo' set, aye
I treat the block like a pussy or something 'cause I'm bound to get that bitch wet, aye
Lifе is a bitch, if you fucking with me then I'm finna go tell your bitch, "Fеtch"
Aye, I get the money, I stack it, I flip it, I spend it, and then I forget, aye
I'm finna hop off a jet with a bitch, super wet, wanna fuck on my TEC, aye
She wanna fuck on my friends, so I pass her to homie, and he do her in, aye
Money my pocket, I spend it, may pull up in a all black new-
Uh, wait
Money my pocket, I spend, may pull up in a all black four-door Benz, aye
I may go fuck on a twin, I'm LeBron, I'ma may dunk on that rim, huh
New Maybach, like Rick Ross, uh
Hit you with the, uh- wait, wait
New Mayback, like Rick Ross, uh
Bitches on my dick, bitch, get off, uh
Codeine sip like I got cough, uh
Aye, ain't no Smirnoff, uh
Aye, poppin' a Percocet, I'm finna lose it
Nah, It's a Roxi' while I make the music
Bitch on my dick and I need- uh
Paul Wall with it, she chopping and screwing, huh
[Interlude: Juice WRLD, Rex Kudo & Chris Long]
Haha, when I said, "Nah, It's a Roxi' with it" Haha
Haha
You want a Roxi'?
Sure
He said, "Yeah, I'll take a Roxi'"
My first dog's name was Roxy
Now I'm taking Roxi's, It's crazy, R.I.P
R.I.P. Roxy
My first dog's name was Nelly, haha, imagine that
[Verse: 2]
Um, yeah
Pull up on him, shoot him, huh
My name ain't Chris, but I go Luda, huh, yeah
She wanna beef, not on computer
She wanna beef, she wanna eat my beef
I told her, "Come over and chew it," Yeah, huh
Uh, I take off like a jet
Huh, aye, that bitch wet
Hm, pull up on her and I smash, uh
I'm finna hit the dash, uh
Like in a taxi cab, uh
I'm Call Of Duty, we uppin' these Uzis, but I don't got nasty lags, uh
Aye, try me, It's gon' get dope
Pull up on the scene with an Antidote
I'ma put dick in her dental, uh
Fuckin' her face, her mental, uh
I got a seal, no envelope, uh
Nigga's ain't dope, I've been dope, uh
Order bitches like they on a menu
Anime, story to be continued, uh
Dragon Ball Z, but I'm Goku
He wanna box, hit him with the Roku, uh
Say you wanna fight, I show you
Pull up on his ass just like Count Dooku
Laser beam, huh, can't fuck with me
'Cause I came with the fuckery
Rich, now it's Chris Tuckery
I'm hotter than the southern summer, ugh
I'm gassed up and they on E
Wait, you don't want smoke at all
Kill you then smoke it all
I can't focus, Hocus Pocus, I need some Adderall
Yo' bitch watching me like her grandaddy Cholesterol
Huh, aye, that motherfucker is a knock off
His bitch ain't good for shit, only good for getting my cock off, uh
Matter of fact, her head ain't good, it made my cock soft, uh
Fucked her after taking a Perc' with Smirnoff, ugh
Uh, aye, blastoff like Jimmy Neutron, in her brain
Matter of fact, she don't got no brain
She insane, fucked yo' main
Not my main, that's my main
Play those games, pull up on 'em like LeBron
Half court, got the range
Kevin Durant, bitch, I'ma champ
Said that shit in the freestyle up on Funk Flex
[Part II: "Extra" Freestyle]
[Verse]
Bitch, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh
Ball on 'em like, "Uh-huh," I'ma ball on 'em, my year
Do it all when were in my Benz
High for the night, but it just depends
I'ma fuck you first, then I'll smash your friends
Have a ménage in the all-black Benz, with some all-white twins, in all-white rims
Aye, Louis hat, with the snake, snake skin brim
Pull up on 'em, and I'm killin' him
Aye, Handy Mandy, how I drill them in
Aye, aye, told her, fuck her feelings
Worried 'bout my winnings
I pray to the God 'cause I knew I need forgiveness, and I knew I'm in it to win it
Pull up with them spinners, black window tinted, with the MAC, get 'em finished
Huh, nigga, I'm the shit, you know it
You need some toilet paper if you dealing with us
Pull up on 'em with the gun, then blow it
Aye, shoot his house up, now he know what's up
Aye, Trump Towers racist, give me shoulder rubs
Aye, throw a couple bands, give her toes a touch
If I take this Perc' before eating, I may throw it up
Fuck it, pour it up, fuck it, pour it up
If I take this Perc' before I eat, mean I'm throwin' up
Fuck it, pour it up, fuck it, pour it up
They say, "How many 30s do you want? One or two?"
I laughed, and I said, "Shit, more than a few"
I take a couple more, then I go to the stu'
I get so damn high, sometimes I really can't move
And then again, I don't feel it like I used to
I may need rehab, or to go to a Youth Group
I may need some advice, someone please useful
I know this shit is crazy, I ain't tryna use you
I think about it on the daily, drugs how I abuse you
I don't abuse drugs the same way that I used to, It's way worse
A gift and a curse, to be rich on this earth
We got all the access to the lean and them Perc's
But that's not how it work, but if I drink that shit and sip that shit, I still could work
But I know it could kill me, it could make me go berserk
But it numb all my feelings, in the past yeah, I been hurt
It's shit that I'm revealing that niggas don't know about
With this music had to take a different route, uh