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Back on the Wok Freestyle
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Juice WRLD
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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy F**k that sh*t B*t*h I'm- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, huh Off of the Molly, I'm bussin' I don't talk sh*t, I don't do no discussion Run up on me, then that choppa is rumbling Ball on that b*t*h like the OKC Thunder Freestyle off the top it ain't nothin' Sh*t on that b*t*h, I think she need a plunger, uh I eat the beat like I'm hungry High off the b*t*h, I think I got the munchies, uh Percocet pop, got yo' b*t*h in the back and she giving me top in the Cadillac, uh Talkin' that sh*t 'til I pull up with Brodie Ridin' that gun likе a cattle back, uh Talkin' that sh*t 'til I pull up with Brodie He shoot at yo' facе and I bat yo' back, uh Hit you in the chest no asthma attack I don't got time for the battle rap, uh You'll come back when your done doing your hair? Bet that Hit him in his face, he forget that You know where the sh*t at, uh Run up in yo' trap, where the sh*t at? Huh Designer on me, no mismatch, uh Break the b*t*h off no KitKat, uh She get slapped like a pimp named Slipback Pull up on- Ooh I'm back on that Wok' You run up on me you get shot I kill a n***a like a white cop You run up on me you get popped Choppa from Black Ops I'm gon' take stand like a black cop Man, I'm roaming with my mans Prolly in Japan Had to sleep on the flight, eleven hours off a Xan I used to pour the Wok', by the eighth, I was in a trance Had to stop it for a second, now I'm back hittin' that dance Back on that Wok', yeah, uh, back on that Wok', yeah, tuh Juiced up like 'Pac, yeah, juiced up like 'Pac, yeah, huh Back on that Wok', yeah, huh, you will get shot, yeah, huh I'm off the uppers, I don't give a f**k, Molly I pop, yeah, huh Ayy, huh, servin' them rocks, poppin' them rocks I got yo' b*t*h on my c*ck, huh Diamonds with rocks, n***a just stop I see the fake in yo' watch, huh You was a cop, you was an opp F**kin' with me, you get popped, huh I go to Gucci, maybe Raf Simmons If a n***a wanna shop, uh Back on that Wok' again, yeah, hand on my Glock again, yeah Her mouth on my c*ck again, yeah, I keep on conquering, yeah I'm in the club with a .40, yeah Came in the club with my shorty, yeah My gun hot and horny, yeah, that's a different story, yeah Ayy, I ball out, feel like a Laker, b*t*h I sip the Henny, no chaser, b*t*h My gun is full of lead, Ironic, 'cause it'll just get to erasing sh*t F**k with n***as on that racist sh*t Run up on me, get to blazin' sh*t Jackie Chan kush in my Swisher, goddamn, I smoke 'til look like an Asian kid Aha-ha-ha-ha Back on that Wok' Back on the opps Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-blaow-blaow I'm rollin' Back on my opp block, huh, pull up to the opp block, huh I need some top, top Run up on me got a Glock, Glock, huh B*t*h on my c*ck, c*ck, huh Gon' suck my c*ck, uh Just 'cause yo' boyfriend walked in the room, don't mean you can stop, nah, huh, ayy Sh*t, I'm gonna f**k her face 'til she get lockjaw, huh Hit her from the back so good, she screaming out, "Oh my God", huh Baby, I'm far from God, huh Really, I'm just being modest, huh I pray to God every day for forgiveness, I know sometimes I ain't that honest, huh I keep on flyin', I'm flyin' out tryin', they callin' that sh*t autopilot, uh Gun a Librarian and a Barbarian, b*t*h, yeah, it came with the silence, yeah I'm going hard off the Xanies and Percies, you lil' n***as just need to try it, huh Feel like Rick Ross or somethin', my pockets fat, they don't need no diet, ayy Feel like 2 Chains or somethin', with this new Draco, I'm gon start a riot, ayy N***as talk stupid to me, It ain't nothin' for me to leave them dying, ayy Leave they momma cryin', ayy, families traumatized, ayy Presidential Rollie, see it through Obama's eyes, ayy I can't believe that n***a Trump is president for what? I mean the sh*t is kinda f**ked up But I'm still rich so who give a f**k I can't say that, 'cause I care And I got n***as that's still in the trenches I can't pay for everybody, get the winnings They gotta get it to themselves, gotta get it, uh I'ma talk my sh*t and back it up Pull up in that all-black, black, Acura I shoot, ain't too accurate, Ironic, accurate in the Acura Talkin' that sh*t you can't catch us, uh You will need more than some backup, uh All my n***as be axing questions Like they throwing hatches, uh, ayy Try us if you want, 'cause my n***as in the back And my n***as in the front, with a Mac, couple Gats And a strap, better run, 'cause my n***as down to hunt I'ma treat you just like a Pigskin, go and punt Get the f**k out my face, I'm gon' pick up yo' b*t*h Get the f**k in her face All of my n***as be grippin' them K's You ain't talkin' no money, the f**k out my face I'm going straight to the bank, straight to the bank Remember I would run to the bank I used to follow the car crackers to the bank Couple of 'em robbin' the bank, holdup Ayy, back on that Act' Sippin' that Wok' 'til I asthma attack Run up on me, then I'm shootin' my Mac And my n***as get money, yeah, that is a fact Feel like Bobby Brown, I'm spittin' the crack Ain't get that b*t*h, get the f**k out my trap I f**k that b*t*h in the muhf**kin' back I hit that so good, she ain't know how to act, uh Like can I mess up? I don't know I gotta fess up, I mean I'm finna make a confession I mean the sh*t about progression I mean my word is my weapon I'm in the beat so good, yeah, taste so good I'ma come back for seconds I'm gonna kill a n***a, it's my preference I'm gonna send a n***a up to Heaven You Microsoft like Windows 7 I spit sh*t like a damn reverend I'm a young n***a like an adolescent I'm in school, I can teach you lesson I'm in the cut with a Smith & Wesson I got the b*t*h from the f**king west end I f**k that b*t*h in the f**king west sun, huh I'm up on tour, yeah, huh I'm back from tour, yeah, huh I'm back from tour, yeah, huh I'm back from tour, yeah, huh Remember my old Twitter handle, Juice Dior, yeah That was when I was broke Now they can call me Juice Dior, yeah AP my wrist, ayy, hmm D**k in yo' b*t*h, ayy, huh I told that b*t*h to act like a dog, just give me a lick, ayy, huh I know these b*t*hes be b*t*hes for real They burnin' like ticks, ayy So I had to use a rubber before I bend her over and hit, ayy, huh Back on that b*t*h, hmm Back on that Cat again, huh Hittin' that Cat again, huh, I'm up to bat again, huh I'm Barry Bonds with her friends, huh I just got in with twins, huh They sucked me up in my Benz, huh It was real, it wasn't pretend, huh Back on that Act' again I was flippin' them packs, yeah I was full of adrenaline Listening to Eminem Ridin' in that old- Ridin' in that old school Ram Now I pull up in new school Lamb' I don't really give a Hoover Dam But, I'm up in Amsterdam, smokin' that gas Countin' the Cake, gettin' the cash Look at yo' b*t*h, I'm finna smash I recorded while I hit from the back I remember I was pouring the green Now a n***a really pouring up Act' Now a n***a really poppin' them Mollies Rollin', rollin', I was up in the cla** I remember rollin' in gym cla** I remember rollin' doing gym laps I remember rollin' up in math cla** Yeah, told my teacher I had the last laugh Rich as f**k on yo' b*t*h a** Yeah, Teach, you a broke a** Yeah, man you fails, tryna teach the whole cla** Yeah, came back on they broke a** Run up on me you get poked, yeah L-O-L, but this sh*t ain't no joke, yeah Run up on me, you know what I'm on Choppa on me, it's getting you gone I'm up in the Lambo it transform to a 'Rari That sh*t Megatron Light up just like Tron, hmm Put that d**k in yo' mom, hmm W-W-W-dot, you ain't on sh*t dot com, hmm Run up on me, you done, hmm These n***as my sons, hmm My brother locked up, won't let that n***a out Just like Akon Back on that Wok', mhm Hand on my Glock, mhm B*t*h on her knees, please, ooh She give me top, mhm I'm in the studio, wait, can you turn me up a notch, yeah I'm juiced up today, they callin' me young 'Pac, ayy AP my wrist, it costs 250 Even though my gang is 150 Run up on me then that choppa hittin' It came with equipped with a muhf**kin' t**ty F**k a .30, b*t*h, I need me a .50 And f**k an auto, rather I'd have a Semi I can finger f**k the b*t*h how I want It'll shoot a n***a maybe, uh
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