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juice wrld (2019) | funk flex | #freestyle127 - juice wrld lyrics

[intro]
man
we on flex again, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
uh*huh

[verse 1]
we on flex so let’s drop a bomb
getting cash every day, that’s just what i’m on
chopper on my hip, yeah, i’m gon’ get him gone
transform in a ghost, call my car megatron
getting to these digits, wish a n*gga tried to intervene
i been with my n*ggas, every day we getting all the green
i’m feelin’ like a pitcher, i been throwing by the seams
waking up, getting rich, life is a dream even when i’m woke
i’m bobby brown in the trap where i’m spitting dope
she like a singer when i f*ck, she be hitting notes
i’m michael phelps when i hit it, yeah, backstroke
i hit the b*tch from the back ’til her back broke
i hit the b*tch from the front, get her neck choked
i’m getting cash every day, that’s what i’m on
rollie from a whole f*cking different time zone
i did a european tour and got a couple m’s
i been cashing all day, they like, “look at him
that n*gga all whited out just like eminem”
brighter than the whitest, flow n*gga just like eminem, my flow crazy
i been balling out like tracy no mcgrady
not a xbox or something, b*tch, you can’t play me
just like morning up i’m swaying but i’m funk flex dropping bombs on the daily
shout out the my dogs, we roofing
in the party really popping, i’m ain’t really talking ’bout roofies
i feel like i’m freddy krueger, they should make me a movie
i been going crazy, get him wetter than a jacuzzi
money longer so you know i’m totting on that lil’ uzi
getting cash all day, got a problem? then sue me
i’ma pull up the scene sticking to him like glue
tied a knot with the glock like a n*gga lacing up shoes
take w’s every day ’cause i’m refusing to lose
i been off the percs tweaking, hopefully i snooze through all the bullsh*t
i got pain in my heart but i’ma numb it with drugs, that’s only the start
i been entering clubs, i don’t go to the club if they don’t pay me
i know n*ggas hating back in city, tryna slay me
that’s cool, i think about that sh*t on the daily
so if they try me, boy, my gang getting brazy
n*l*m*b, 150 the dream team
balling like mj, n*gga, feel like the dream team
thirty with a [?], n*gga, it got a green beam
pull up on his ass, a chiropractor, i crack spleens
man, my flow extravagant
i’m a menace
i’m serena williams when it come to spitting flows
’cause flex, i been serving like it’s tennis
i’m on bullsh*t, i’m rodman, feel like dennis
in her mouth, open up, lil’ baby, i’m your dentist
f*ck her off the percocets with a red bull, i’m replenished
he’ll get diminished before i finish my sentence
i’m a rapper k!ller, real n*gga
pull up on him, i’m a ditch digger, you’ll get disfigured
wash him like a dish, n*gga
i’m john wall with a open fast break, dunk on him, i’ma swish with it
in my lane, i never switch
i’m the type to walk on the world and take a sh*t
f*ck resting in peace, i tell him to rest in p*ss
rest in [?], rest in this, cardiac arrest in him
my flow is so reckless
i’m hungry as a rapper so i need seconds
plates are gold and vvs diamonds is a preference
i can send your ass up to heaven in a second
these n*ggas microsoft like that program windows 7
spitting like a reverend
i’m a teacher, i’ma teach they ass a lesson
the pain lessens with a headshot from the smith & wesson from the wesson
just like a proactiv commercial i got it busting, no pimples
she like it when my kids on her dimples
she like it when my d*ck in her mental
murder every instrumental and this sh*t coming off the mental
exploding like pop and some mentos, what the f*ck these n*ggas been through?
i remember rolling up extendos
nowadays b*tches shaking ass up out the window
i been getting nerdy brain, i’m feeling like winslow
matter fact, i’m getting w’s and you wins low
pull up on your street with my n*ggas, we on go mode
i make a movie with the uzi, b*tch, it’s not a gopro
i been living life like i only got one, yolo
up, down, left, right, i just entered in the cheat code
the guns sing like american idol or a glee show
bape on my cape but i ain’t ever been a hero
vvs cold, collar look like sub*zero
he know that a n*gga was in the streets selling c*notes
c*low, i got more green than c*low
h*ll yeah, i pull up on the scene with the nino
leave a n*gga lost in the water like nemo
steal a n*gga bike, pop a wheelie like deebo
i’m the type to spaz on every track, have a asthma attack
i don’t battle the raps, they can’t battle my raps
i don’t rap battle, battle rap, b*tch, that’s just not my thing
i’ma rap, sing and probably do my thing
i’m a king, i’m married to the money, no ring
you want drama? i’ma beat you, put you on jerry spring, uh
i beat your ass on camera
i’m off the percs f*cking, have unlimited stamina
i’m the type to be rich like hannah montana’s manager, managing
i’m just going nutty like a package of f*cking planters, uh
ayy, flex, it’s funny how i’m not done yet
they say life’s a b*tch but mine been playing farfetched
my gun sing like barbra no streisand
i got your b*tch ass in my right hand
and the smithen wesson chilling in my left hand
we can get is busting, it ain’t no discussion
at your head like, “blah,” you just got a concussion, yeah
i could rap forever, my flow so cold and hot i could change the weather
i knock him out, left, right, i put the may to weather
i’m so cold, for me they had to put a sleigh together, yeah
vvs on my wrist, it look like a light show
i’m getting rich like a blonde rich white ho
i pull up on ’em with the chopper, so bashful
these n*ggas full of sh*t, ooh, they assh0l*s
and i don’t got time to be *n*l, i’ma keep it brief
your b*tch is a freak the way i got her my sheets
i love her physique every time that we speak
i’ma beat on her cheeks, she gon’ jack on my meat
i’m the type to make her ride it like a bike
take your life from you, you*you, might just die tonight in this cipher
i been sh*tting on the world, f*ck a diaper
i been t’d up, coke, no hyper
i don’t do the coke, my brother used to sell it and that sh*t wasn’t a joke
my mom came in the kitchen, she say, “what is on the stove?”
he said it was grits but i think she really know
i’m getting all this cash, just keep it on the low
the vvs cold, call me juice eskimo
if they don’t trust weights, if don’t trust you they gon’ shoot you
i feel like metro, my flow’s forever
it don’t ever end
i’m so high i may never ever land
with a couple of friends, got a bag of percs
and a couple of xans, b*tches tryna get in
they gotta f*ck on my friends if they wanna be with the team
i been pouring actavis, i fell in love with the lean
life is something to see, it’s something to make believe
i’m getting cash all day, every day i succeed
[bridge]
i thank god for my challenges
i thank god for my challenges
i thank god for all these challenges, ooh*oh
thanking god for these challenges
i’m thanking god for these challenges
i’m thanking god for these challenges
this a vibe, huh? yeah, huh
uh, uh, uh, uh
ayy, flex, we finna drop so many bombs on these n*ggas, man
i feel like a terrorist right now

[verse 2]
i’m a problem, what’s a goon to a goblin?
rap god, so what’s a god without a goddess?
f*ck being modest, i’m sick of being humble
a n*gga like me, see, i came from the jungle
when we had to get the sack, cops tryna to make us fumble
pull up on the scene, make him jesse white tumble
that’s a chicago reference, i hope that you get it
they can hear my flow every time i’m spitting my lyrics
off the dome, i keep kicking sh*t, my flow is exquisite
i defy flows and lines like that sh*t is physics
pull up on you like cece winans, my gun sing
i’ma do my d*mn thing and you can’t do d*mn thing about it
smoking on this loud got my vision super cloudy
pull up on the scene with my n*ggas and they rowdy, probably start a riot
pockets fat like rick ross, i don’t need a died
2012 with the gun, k!ll ’em without even trying
2012 with the gun, i’m feeling like a mayan
defiant, simba how i’m lion and roaring, soaring
twenty*three, jumping like jordan
off the dome, i been kicking sh*t like [?]
i don’t f*ck with p*ssies, probably why i beat up the kitten
all these n*ggas ain’t sh*t but some motherf*cking b*tches
they got it twisted, make him disappear, juice wrld wizard
i can do a magic trick and so can she
she can make the d*ck disappear, oh my, oh me
i’m gon’ put it in her face, i’m gon’ let her t**th
i’m a r. kelly with it, b*tch, catch my p, haha
ignorant as sh*t, tommy gun, i feel like john dillon [?] sh*t
pull up your scene like a [?] in this b*tch
thanksgiving, ha, probably rolling up a spliff
getting all this cash while these n*ggas playing catch up
used to hit stands like mustard and ketchup
i’m too ahead, these n*ggas can’t catch us
calling up nolimit if a n*gga need backup
but you see this n*gga kyro right by my side
that’s my brother, it’s l’s ’til we motherf*cking die
you f*ck with us then we probably gon’ put your ass up in the sky
say, “what’s up” to your gods, ha, matter fact, “hi”
ayy, pass me the swisher or pass me the ‘wood
or pass me the bl!cker, leave your body in woods
i’m never sipping no liquor
used to sip it but my father was a alcoholic, i was drunk a lil’ quicker
so i switched up to the codeine and the percs
but i gotta put them down ’cause that sh*t ain’t starting to work
n*ggas tryna save these hoes, what the f*ck is this, a church?
i’ma pull up on him, sing with my n*ggas and it’s merched
that i ain’t give a f*ck about sh*t except myself
i still care about my family, put ’em over myself
i got my mind to get out my head, put it on a shelf
if i stand on my wallet i’m a giant and you a elf
more like david and goliath, jack and the beanstalks
i’ma rap into this beat until this beat drops
i’m a bad kid, i’m feeling like a f*cking boondock
brother used hide crack rock in his tube socks
used to serve it to your auntie ’til her f*cking jaw locked
i’ma spaz on every beat, n*gga, that’s what i got
i’ma give it all my got, i’ma give it all i got
i’ma f*ck up on your thot
lil’ b*tch gon’ give me top in the parking lot where i’m swerving
never had no discernment, in the grass i see the serpents
i’m a whole different person when i’m lurking off the surface
kind of amazing to see, make believe, making money, these n*ggas make and believe, uh
run up in your trap house, it’s vacancy
choke you out with the nina, these n*ggas cannot breathe
they stevie wonder, i wonder why they cannot see me?
john cena or something ’cause they cannot see me
they just wishing, they hating, wishing that they could be me
get her wetter than fiji, clean her up with a squeegee
with my brother like mario, he gon’ shoot like luigi
i feel like lil wayne screaming, “feed me, feed me”
i need beats all day, pockets fat on obese
okay, got beats like i’m dr. dre
drunk like i’m on alizé
on the e*way, still spending a hundred bands even though on the freeway
ain’t that ironic? my eyes red, no demonic
i move fast, no sonic
speaking in these ebonics, i defy words with phonics
n*gga, i feel like future or pluto or something ’cause i’m just being honest, ayy
shout out to my brother, free him, he up in that jam
the cops locked him up for nothing, they ain’t even give no d*mn
but, i promise if he bail i’m gon’ pay it, yeah
he gon’ get up out the jam, he gon’ make them n*ggas scram
i remember when n*ggas thought i was a b*tch or something
until i pull on they scene with my bl!ck or something
i get to flashing with that gun like i’m tryna take a pic’ of something
but i don’t take no pics with my funs, i’m ain’t on that fed sh*t, man
i’m getting bread
these n*ggas talking stupid, shots to they head
i’m calling up my n*ggas while they call the feds
you wanna shoot out with feds? f*ck it, do it then, hmm
i’m from chicago where that sh*t get f*cked up
you f*cking with my money then you bound to get f*cked up
i’m feeling like a boujee b*tch or something, i’m stuck up
the chopper macaroni time, so’ says, “buck, buck”
i get bucks, count up a must*must
i’m smoking on that gas, boy, smelling like musk*musk
remember before backwoods we was rolling stuffed crust
i used to smoke a lot of that, couldn’t get enough*nough
i used to sell a lot of crack, they couldn’t get enough*nough
i’m in the trap, flipping, serving sh*t like, “what’s up, bruh?
you want some? i got it”, baking soda on the counter
tryna whip and make a [?], not a couple f*cking ounces
i remember robbing banks, i ain’t really robbed a bank
but i used to crack cards and get bank accounts
i remember when i pulled up on the scene without a bouncer
the money counter and the gun, my n*ggas surround me
uh, boy, my flow so astounding
profound and in fact, i’m a dog and i be hounding
pull up on the scene with my gun, get to smiling
i feel like a dog but i’m bite, don’t get growling
i’m a pitbull coming straight for the neck
the referee on a bad day, i’ma come with the tec
take her breath away, h*ll yeah, i do my best
i’m breaking bad in the studio, i spit crystal meth
intercept like a bad pass, these n*ggas are half asked
i pull up on they ave’, leave them on they ave’
that chopper, it hit him and leave him on the gravel
now we gotta bury him, somebody get a shovel
i’m balling on these n*ggas, think i need a triple*double
a hustle when i got a hundred bands in the duffle
a couple louis v bands in the back
pull up on the scene, i got my chopper, man
i could rap forever
hope you understand that even if my hand’s low, i still got the upper hand, uh
presidential rollie feeling like obama, huh
leave him the water, now he like osama, huh
want no smoke? cool, you don’t want no problems
if you want smoke, my n*ggas come through with the ganja
i’m so dope, they should put me in a needle
i’m on my grind, tony hawk blow in the feeble
b*tch, it’s my time, my flow bad, illegal
and i’m so sharp, b*tch, i swear i’m like a needle
i’m at the park, bad b*tch wanna f*ck
i remember when she told me that i wasn’t gonna be nothing
now i rich so she sprung, now she wanna give me tongue
i ain’t finna let her touch me like, b*tch, is you dumb?
all these hoes tryna finesse but i’m glad that i’m blessed
with this sermon ’cause i see it coming whether or right
intercept, take the chest, i’ma shoot you in your chest
i feel like i’m the best, b*tch, i’m cancerous like br**sts, huh, man
listen to what i say
pull up on the scene with n*ggas, we gon’ spray
if you ain’t talking money, you’re kay, get the f*ck up out my way
i ain’t f*cking with these n*ggas, feeling like the triple k, man
speaking of that racist sh*t
i’m rich as f*ck so i know these white people hate this sh*t
they wish that they sons wasn’t screaming, “lucid dreams”, but f*ck it
i been balling all day, n*gga, i’m getting buckets
pull up on the scene bucking, my chopper on me like nothing
n*gga, i’m about combunction, i may just shoot up your function
twenty*three up in that glizzy, it’s jumpman, like jumpman, jumpan, ah
codeine ain’t no robitussin
ain’t with that fighting on the tussling
i ain’t with the talking, not tryna have a discussion
rather bake a n*gga, put his brains in the oven
i’ma call his bluff like a n*gga playing cards
do him like chris brown in stomp the yard
feel like bone part, probably take your bones apart, ha
yellow*bone b*tch, marge maybe bart, haha
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

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