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Juice Wrld - Barneys Freestyle Lyrics

[Part 1]
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 head, 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
Fuck 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 2]
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 toting 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