Yeah, let's do it, oof, got a lil' more bounce to it, don't it? Uhh uhh, I've been going through a lot as of lately You can call me crazy Bitches wanna play me Really I got blueprints Feelin' like I'm JAY-Z My flow in the morning, Westwood no Sway B That's just how it is, boy My flow so brazy, my flow so cool My flow so outdated, so old school But then nigga switch it up to something so new These niggas walking around like they bulletproof 'Til the bullets shoot, leave the bullets through his sunroof Kill his son too Give a fuck, ohh, give a fuck Nah, not what I do I'm the type to pull up on your youth group With a choppa and a machete, that's fuckin' useful Matter of fact, here it go I ain't the same nigga I was a year ago I feel like Jesus in the studio I'm spittin' miracles, I'm in that white whip What you call that shit? A miracle Fuck yo bitch from the back singing negro spirituals Got a seal, like fate, like a fuckin' envelope I ain't dope, I'm anti-dope, word to Travis You run up, that's okay, you gettin' played like Lenny Kravitz I never had a father, like I said I'm such a bastard You run up, uh cool, I'ma let your brain splatter The bullet rim rattle I feel like Shaquille in the fourth Break backboards How I break her back when I hit it from the back, boy I'm up to bat, boy, it's out the park like Barry Bonds You best believe that boy (huh) I spit crack boy I spit anything they want I sell it and make it right back boy You run up on me you get smacked, boy You get smacked like a bitch and a pimp running laps boy I'm running shit like gym class on your bitch ass Leave you leaking like maxi pads, grab a Tampax I pull up on 'em with two guns, they attached Knocked 'em out, ping ping ping, boxing match (uh) But my flow is unmatched, my flow is outmatched My flow is so hard, your flow is wack My flow is so crack, your flow is so mid My flow is so kill, your flow is so eeeh I don't got time for it Suck on my dick, tell your bitch to come over and swallow my kids Choppa' on my hip I had to hollow my tips Hallowed be thy name, pray to catch his ass slippin' Pull up on his ass leave him leakin' I get 'em Walkin' with a limp .40 heavy like I'm pimpin' Matter fact I have 'em dancin' when I shoot it crippin' Niggas talkin' stupid 'til that nigga end up missin' UFC when I fight 'em I put 'em submission Hand on a Smith and, I'ma go and get 'em Stevie Wonder with it, still got 20/20 vision You can't fuck with me (uh) you can't fuck with me (huh) I'm like a bad STD bitch you stuck with me (huh) .40 on my hip I up it on me luckily (huh) Rushin' hours, like I said got Chrissie Tuck with me (aye) Couple niggas that's bound to not give a fuck with me (huh) Just in case these other niggas try fuck with me (uh) Kept my wits about me luckily, you know I'm smart (uh) I've been flying through the air I feel like Bonaparte (uh) Keep two bitches in my circle like I'm Noah's Arc (uh) Fuck with me I up that choppa' tear your bones apart (uh) Felt my grove on this track now I'm goin' (huh) In too deep with this rap shit the ocean (uh) I'm a flow of the purple, the potion (uh) I'ma catch me a op in the open (uh) I make this shit look easy while you strugglin' I'm ballin' triple doublin' while you doublin' I exposed like shrooms get it? I be truffilin' It's Terry Crews with this shit you know I'm musclin' Watchin' Regular Show laughin' at Muscle Man Chip on my shoulder it's lookin' like a Pringles can Desert Eagle on my hip, I'm not a Eagles fan You know I'm from Chicago they my people man (yeah) Try me if you wanna I'll smoke you like a backwood full of marijuana Matter fact you run up on me you don't want no drama I'ma leave you scratched like a DJ after DJ Drama touched it I don't give a fuck, I'm on my fucked shit I'm killin' niggas like they on my bucket list I turn my bucket list into a fuckin' fuck it list So when I kill I walk away like fuck it, shit I be on my fuck it shit Matter fact me and G-Money hittin' the dealership Pullin' up in the Chrysler like John Dillinger Rich as fuck like, "Damn, is you drug dealin' bitch?" Nah, I'm rappin, used to be trappin' Niggas was actin' Cops hit the door I hid the coke in the napkin I was shootin' craps takin' money Takin' craps on all these niggas takin' naps on me They was sleepin' Westwood they was sleepin' Couldn't believe 'em Now I'm the type to beat the beat up 'til it's bleedin' Choke it out 'til the mutha' fuckers barely breathin' They ain't know a rockstar could rap like this I'ma MC off the High-Tech mixed with High-C You don't want that Shoot you in your stomach that shit hard to digest Make a art project out the projects Shoot you in your eyes put the shit in prospect Lookin' at your mindset, I'm beyond that I'm beyond that I like this beat This beat like me I check this beat This beat Nike These shoes on my feet These shits pricey Like thirteen hunnid (huh) You know I run it I pull up in Hummers You know I roll with them gunners I feel like Birdman stunner (uh) You don't want no problems I give you cancer with this bullet You can catch this trauma (uh) Man I know you heard the rumours Niggas beefin' all over computers Until I catch 'em lackin' in my city Beat him in his head until he catch a tumour Tell his momma that I did it, she confused "Why my baby all over the fuckin' news?" "What the fuck my baby went and fuckin' did?" He prolly' went and fucked with Juice The Kid Thats my old name, now it's Juice WRLD Went to a different planet Now I'm up in two worlds Fuck that shit I'm up in two girls Diamonds and pearls, I'm ruling the world Revenge on my body bitch cause thats my state of mind Stevie Wonder like I said before cause I'ma rob you blind I got all these answers that these niggas search to find And they bitches kinda bad I'ma have to get behind Hit it from the back until I fuckin' break her spine After that I may just have to go and take whats mine Yeah yeah turn on that Mob Deep shit