Omen (Freestyle)

[Intro]

Man, man, man

[Verse]

Freestyle off the top, bitch

Run up on me, get hit, got my hand on my stick

I was toting my Glock, stick

She gon' suck on my dick, she gon' swallow my kids

That lil bitch is obnoxious

I count money, I stack it, it's nothing

You know how I run it, I'm out of my pocket

All my niggas be robbing, and back in Chicago

We was rockin' them trueys and robins

All my niggas got ice on they neck and they wrist

And they sliding just like a toboggan

I ain't talking 'bout pens or a pencil

But I get to rapping, this shit out of pocket

Off the top I be freestyling shit

Eminem I be 8 miling shit

I be wildin', I'm going Bathing Ape

I'm rocking Burberry all on my fit

Talking stupid, R. Kelly with it

Ignorant, I may piss on yo bitch

I been balling like Kevin Durant

All these niggas ball, Kevin, you can't

Niggas pussy, the fuckin'—

Ooh, haha

I make it look easy, ayy

Truck fit when I skate on that bitch

So she think I'm Lil Weezy, ayy

My diamonds so sick, my diamonds so cold

They got me sneezing, ayy

Jimmy Neutron, give me Brain Blast

That lil' bitch get to wheezing, ayy

Look, I read that bitch like a book

You run up on me, then yo' ass getting took

I poke a bitch like I'm on Facebook

All my niggas get cash for real

I don't really give a fuck 'bout a record deal

Just bought a house, I ain't finna lay it—

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on

Just bought a house, I won't drop the location

But nah, I do not live in the hills

I got money for real

You will get popped like a pill

Niggas is not in the field

All of my niggas is down for real

All my niggas is down to kill

I know niggas that's down for real

[mumbles] for real

Had my heart broke for real

Yo' bitch gave me throat for real

Hit it from the back like a singer

Tryna hit a note for real

Everything I say is the truth

The truth is what I spoke, for real

I feel like I'm Travis Scott, 'cause I got the Antidote for real

Nigga I'm doper than—

I'm doper than a writers pen

I don't ever have writers block

But I'll prolly pick up the Glock, shoot you in yo' top

Juiced up so I feel like Pac

Run up on me, then I got a Glock

I'ma hit a dread-head, bloody mop

Listen, I'ma ball on you niggas and these bitches

I've been ballin', bitch I feel like a Piston

I march on niggas, I be army enlisted

All these niggas startin' to act like some bitches

So all these niggas start to act like some sisters

I'm just spinning like tornado or twister

"Juice WRLD, he a fucking enigma"

Freestyling on live with my niggas, ayy

Gold in my mouth, Burberry my shirt

Moncler on my pants, I'm making it hurt

Margiela on my shoes when I stomp

I know they dirty 'cause I'm putting in work

Niggas know what's up, I be putting in work

Like A$AP Ferg, put him in a hearse

I'm finna go buy my bitch a new purse

Birkin' bag 200, off of this earth

Maxlord what you on?

He just walked out of the room, he gone

No, he ain't walk out the room

He was just prolly finna turn the lights off or the lights on

I'ma freestyle, done it all night long

I'll freestyle, I don't gotta write songs

I'll freestyle, I don't gotta right wrongs

Skate on they block like they want some, ayy

Smokin' on that King Kong, yeah

Run up on me you gone

Transform in the Lambo like Megatron, yeah

I'ma put my team on

NLMB, No Limit, we strong, yeah

150 where I belong

GDK, EBK, you know we on, yeah

Money is super long, yeah

Shoutout to Kyro, shoutout to Bibby

Shoutout G-Money, shoutout to Maneski

Shoutout to Herbo, shoutout my niggas

They gonna leave a fuck nigga stanking

This not a joke, I am not pranking

What is you doing? Fuck was you thinking?

Why is you tweakin'? I'll leave you leakin'

Hit that bitch, she sing like Weekend, ayy

[Outro]

Bitch I'm good

At this rapping shit, so it's understood

Hope it's understood

That these niggas are okay

But bitch I'm good

I'm good

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm good