Juice WRLD (2019) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle127

[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 nigga try to intervene
I been with my niggas, 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 way I'm spitting dope
She like a singer when I fuck, she be hitting notes
I'm Michael Phelps when I hit it, yeah, backstroke
I hit the bitch from the back til' her back broke
I hit the bitch from the front, get her neck choked
I'm getting cash every day, that's what I'm on
Rolly from a whole different fucking time zone
I did a European tour and got a couple M's
I been cashing all day, they like "Look at him"
"That nigga all whited out just like Eminem"
Brighter than the whitest, flow nigga just like Eminem, my flow crazy
I been balling out like Tracy, no McGrady
Not a Xbox or something, bitch you can't play me
Just like the 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 popping, I ain't really talking 'bout roofies
I feel like I'm Freddy Krueger, they should make me a movie
I been going crazy, get em' 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 nigga 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 bullshit
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 niggas hating back in my city, try slay me
That's cool, I think about that shit on the daily
So if they try me, boy my gang getting brazy
N-L-M-B, 150 the Dream Team
Balling like MJ, nigga, feel like the Dream Team
Thirty with a Nin', nigga 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 bullshit, I'm Rodman, feel like Dennis
In her mouth, open up, lil' baby, I'm your dentist
Fuck her off the Percocet's with a Red Bull, I'm replenished
He'll get diminished before I finish my sentence
I'm a rapper killer, real nigga
Pull up on him, I'm a ditch digger, you will get disfigured
Wash him like a dish, nigga
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 shit
Fuck resting in peace, I tell him to rest in piss
Rest in clips, rest in this, cardiac arresting 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 niggas 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 Proactive commercial I got it busting, no pimples
She like it when my kids on her dimples
She like it when my dick in her mental
Murder every instrumental and this shit coming off of the mental
Exploding like pop and some Mentos
What the fuck these niggas been through?
I remember rolling up extendo's
Nowadays bitches shaking ass up out the window
I been getting nerdy brain, I'm feeling like Winslow
Matter fact, I'm getting W's and your wins low
Pull up on your street with my niggas, we on go mode
I make a movie with the Uzi, bitch 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 never been a hero
VVS cold, collar look like Sub-Zero
He know that a nigga was in the streets selling C-Notes
C-Low, I got more green than CeeLo
Hell yeah, I pull up on the scene with the Nino
Leave a nigga lost in the water like Nemo
Steal a nigga 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 rappers, that's 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 Springs, uh
I beat your ass on camera
I'm off the Percs fucking, 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 fucking Planters, uh
Ayy, Flex, it's funny how I'm not done yet
They say life's a bitch but mine been playing far fetch
My gun sing like Barbra no Streisand
I got your bitch ass in my right hand
And the Smith & Wesson chilling in my left hand
We can get is bussing, it ain't no discussion
At your head like, "Blah," you just got a concussion, yeah
I can 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 hoe
I pull up on 'em with the chopper, so bashful
These niggas full of shit, ooh, they assholes
And I don't got time to be anal, I'ma keep it brief
Your bitch is a freak the way I got her in 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 may just die tonight in this cypher
I been shitting on the world, fuck a diaper
I've been T'd up, coke, no hyper
I don't do the coke, my brother used to sell it and that shit 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 is cold, call me Juice Eskimo
If they don't trust, wait, if I 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'm in never-ever land
With a couple of friends, got a bag full of Percs
And a couple of Xans, bitches tryna get in
They gotta fuck 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 niggas, 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?
Fuck being modest, I'm sick of being humble
A nigga 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 on kicking shit, my flow is exquisite
I defy flows and lines like that shit is physics
Pull up on you like CeCe Winans, my gun sing
I'ma do my damn thing and you can't do a damn thing about it
Smoking on this loud got my vision super cloudy
Pull up on the scene with my niggas and they rowdy, probably start a riot
Pockets fat like Rick Ross, I don't need a diet
2012 with the gun, kill 'em without 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 shit like written
I don't fuck with pussies, probably why I beat up the kitten
All these niggas ain't shit but some motherfucking bitches
They got it twisted, make him disappear, Juice WRLD wizard
I can do a magic trick and so can she
She can make the dick disappear, oh my, oh me
I'm gon' put it in her face, I'm gon' let her teeth
I'm a R. Kelly with it, bitch, catch my P, haha
Ignorant and shit, Tommy gun, I feel like John Dillon during shit
Pull up your scene like a pilgrim in this bitch
Thanksgiving, ha, probably rolling up a spliff
Getting all this cash while' these niggas playing catch up
Used to hit stains like mustard and ketchup
I'm too ahead, these niggas can't catch us
Calling up NoLimit if a nigga need backup
But you see this nigga Kyro right by my side
That's my brother, it's L's 'til we motherfucking die
You fuck with us then we probably gon' put your ass up in the sky
Say, "What's up" to your Guys ha, matter fact, "Hi"
Ayy, pass me the Swisher or pass me the 'Wood
Or pass me the blicker, leave your body in woods
I'm never sipping no liquor
Used to sip it but my father was a alcoholic, I was getting drunk a lil' quicker
So I switched up to the codeine and the Percs
But I gotta put them down 'cause that shit ain't starting to work
Niggas tryna save these hoes, what the fuck is this, a church?
I'ma pull up on him, sing with my niggas and it's merched
That I ain't give a fuck about shit except myself
I still care about my family, put 'em over myself
I got my mind, take it 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 fucking Boondock
Brother used hide crack rock in his tube socks
Used to serve it to your auntie 'til her fucking jaw locked
I'ma spaz on every beat, nigga, that's what I got
I'ma give it all my got, I'ma give it all I got
I'ma fuck up on your thot
Lil' bitch 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 niggas make and believe, uh
Run up in your trap house, that's a vacancy
Choke you out with the Nina, these niggas 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
Nigga, 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 damn
But, I promise if he bail I'm gon' pay it, yeah
He gon' get up out the jam, he gon' make them niggas scram
I remember when niggas thought I was a bitch or something
Until I pull on they scene with my blick 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 guns, I'm ain't on that fed shit, man
I'm getting bread
These niggas talking stupid, shots to they head
I'm calling up my niggas while they call the feds
You wanna shoot out with feds? Fuck it, do it then, hmm
I'm from Chicago where that shit get fucked up
You fucking with my money then you bound to get fucked up
I'm feeling like a boujie bitch 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 shit like, "What's up, bruh?
You want some? I got it, baking soda on the counter
Tryna whip and make a million out a couple fucking ounces
I remember robbing banks, I ain't really robbed a bank
But I used to go 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 niggas surround me
Uh, boy, my flow so astounding
Profound and in fact I'm a dog, 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 pit-bull, coming straight for the neck
The referee on a bad day, I'ma come with the TEC
Take her breath away, hell yeah, I do my best
I'm Breaking Bad in the studio, I spit crystal meth
Intercept like a bad pass, these niggas are half ass
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 niggas, 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, 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 Rolly, 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 niggas come through with the ganja
I'm so dope, they should put me in a needle
I'm on my grind, Tony Hawk doing the feeble
Bitch, it's my time, my flow bad, illegal
And I'm so sharp, bitch, I swear I'm like a needle
I'm at the park, bad bitch wanna fuck
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, bitch, 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 right or left
Intercept, take the chest, I'ma shoot you in your chest
I feel like I'm the best, bitch, I'm cancerous like breasts
Huh, man listen to what I say
Pull up on the scene with my niggas, we gon' spray
If you ain't talking money or cake, get the fuck up out my way
I ain't fucking with these niggas, feeling like the triple K, man
Speaking of that racist shit
I'm rich as fuck so I know these white people hate this shit
They wish that they sons wasn't screaming, "Lucid Dreams", but fuck it
I been balling all day, nigga, I'm getting buckets
Pull up on the scene bucking, my chopper on me like nothing
Nigga, I'm about compunction, 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 or the tussling
I ain't with the talking, not tryna have a discussion
Rather bake a nigga, put his brains in the oven
I'ma call his bluff like a nigga playing cards
Do him like Chris Brown in Stomp the Yard
Feel like bone part, probably take your bones apart, ha
Yellow-bone bitch, Marge maybe Bart, haha
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy