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Correct Shook Ones (Freestyle) Lyrics
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Juice WRLD
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Correct Shook Ones (Freestyle)
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Uhuh uh uhuh uh oh Ain't no such thing as half way Ain't no such thing as half way Ain't no such thing as half way gangsters You in them hallways, you ain't in the streets Niggas really thinking that it's cool to make beef And become enemies of enemies How come all of my enemies was friends to me How come all my enemies is frienemies How come all my enemies is blind I catch 'em lackin' and kill 'em before I read all they energy I guess that's my energy I don't know whats gotten' into me I'm kinda fucked up, well at least mentally Physically I'm richer than a bitch, who I'm meant to be I'm up in London gettin' in bustin' Head like concussion Run up that's okay I swear to god that its nothin' All these niggas be beefin' really they bluffin' I'ma change the money like it's a subject Thinkin' nothin' of it Fuckin' bitches in public Callin' a ruckers Causin' a ruckus I'm a boondock nigga I'm feelin' like Uncle Ruckus Off the dome when I'm kickin' Freestyle I don't do the writtens I don't fuck with cats, so I be beatin' up the kitten I don't fuck with scrappin' so I'm grippin' on that Smith and If you want it come and get it, sixty shots in sixty seconds Had to kill 'em in a minute My flow is intimate, white it out like it's Eminem Really I keep on killin', my bars are really intricate Man, I love it when I spit heat These niggas think that they can get me, they can't get me You rich than a bitch, hell nah nigga convince me I leave that nigga cooked up like mincemeat I use his head as a centerpiece I get Duff and Clinton money like my name Hilary I spit like I'm on a ministry You run up on me I'm killin' My choppa' on me, that's my mini-me (uhha yeah) That's my mini-me I keep it in the trunk of the Beemer that's where its 'posed to be That's where its meant to be, that's where I'm meant to be Uh uh, hold on Let me catch my vibe Fuck your bitch be mad if she blow my high Suck my dick in a fuckin' suicide After that catch a drift and commit suicide Xanny and the Percy I'm a whole different person Even if I'm high as fuck, I'm in the studio working Ball like Julius Erving, fuck with me you hit the curb Curb stomp a nigga before he could say a word Yeah, and that's on my life You lookin' for my son, I'll put that in your wife You run up, that's okay, I got my .45 It's a fifty up in it, shoot his ass forty times I gave my choppa a titty, that bitch busty These niggas talking stupid, they crusty Smoking on the stank shit, musty Real ass nigga shit I must be, (huh yeah) Shit I must be Pull up on the scene, that's just me I don't need a team but I got two teams I don't sip green, I just sip red lean Double cup filled up got me stumblin' Flippin' the work up, its Jesse White tumblin' I got the sack I called a player I ain't fumblin' I shoot his ass then he crawled a car under it Ill blow up, C4's I may just detour (huh) Pull up on 'em like ooh Hold on let me catch this bitch Finna' give 'em uh Back on spittin' the crack ho Full of shit they call me a asshole Shy? hell no just a little bashful Brick hell yeah, got a little cash flow I spent a hunnid K within a month I spent fifty K on a blunt You ain't smokin' what I'm smokin' lil' boy Big loud, your shit makin' no noise Real nigga, they a bunch of decoys Run up on me then they gettin' destroyed Who the fuck brought in these boys Who the fuck tottin' all these toys Thirty and that .40 make 'em act up Kinda like a cha-cha slide he back up Pourin' that in the back of the truck With a bitch that like to act up I still get my dick sucked I don't spit lines, I still got pick up The truck got pick up, your bitch get picked up I still get my dick sucked We and Westwood lit as a bitch I give a shit I'm a hit I hit the bitch then I'm gone I hit that bitch like the lick I tell that bitch suck a dick I tell her swallow my kids I tell her swallow the jizz Hopefully she get the gist The word play is way better than these other niggas I'm so smooth I could prolly fuck your mother nigga After that I may just double back and hit yo' babysitter In the paint like Shaquille O'Neal cause I babied niggas Shake it up like earthquakes lil' Haiti nigga I'm not on XBOX, nah, you can't play me nigga 4:44 my gun like JAY-Z Huh ahuh this nigga crazy Lookin' at my dad like "you made me?" Bitch, I made myself, is you crazy? (uuf) Is you crazy? You couldn't pay me to say that Nigga couldn't pay me Uh uhuh uh I wanna keep goin' on this bitch Uhuh uh uhuh uh Uhuh uhuh uh Westwood type shit I remember growin' up watchin' Westwood freestyles Thinkin' I would be here one day I use to hope for it, dream for it, wish for it, pray for it Look what happened on a fuckin' Sunday I pull up on 'em like Makonnen and Drake with the choppa' 'Cause the club goin' up on a Tuesday It's 2012 and this Glock when I up it you a Mayan I'ma end yo shit this is doomsday (oo) Yeah, and that's some wordplay and this what I say I keep it three K like my name Andre (uh yea) And this some wordplay, and this some wordplay This some uh, this some uh, this some uh, this some Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't wanna feel it if the feelin' is real I'm Matrix when I pop these Xannies, that's a limitless pill I'm dying to live Fuck it I'ma live it again Yo girl gave up the pussy, she gon' give it again And the crib prolly' hittin' her friends Gettin' it in, money in my pockets that I'm willin' to spend At the door, knock knock, please lettin' 'em in I ball like a letterman hotter than a sweater then Pull up on the scene choppa' on me, the Beretta twin And your head like barrettes make you shake like Tourettes Run up on me leave you left Matter fact intercept, take a sec Breaking bad with this shit, Crystal meth Freestyle off the dome, I don't write, too exciting Told you I'm the man and these hoes really like it My bitch strapped up but no she not dyking Run up that's okay you gone die from the fire .40 on my hip boy I don't live a lie Treat you like you Christ, with the shit crucified (huh) Yeah you get crucified I don't fuck with shit so I ain't gettin' scrutinized I'm high as a bitch I'm fly as a bitch You girl, gon' fuck her she goin' bye in the bitch Run up on me, that's okay, cause you gon' die in the bitch Click clack pow pow, homicide in the bitch Freestyle off the dome I won't lie in this bitch Fuck a pen and a pencil I won't write in this bitch Feel like the Buddha or something I'm enlightened and shit Feel like I'm lightning or something How I'm strikin' and shit Off the dome when I'm kickin' and spittin' the flows hoe Pull up on the scene freeze it, I call it a snowglobe Matter fact I'm on cold and colder than Ozone Colder than Frozone, Colder than Ozone I freeze up the Ozone Walkin' yo hoes home, my dick in yo hoes dome Fuck is you on I'am chillin' in the green like a bunch of croutons Gettin' top from a bad bitch on a Futon I remember days I used to skip school to crack cars And crack bars and went too far off the Xan bars I forgot them days, I still remember em My life is so cold, sometimes I December it Then again it switches up to the point where I ember it Hot and these niggas be jealous, see how they envy it Pull up on the scene, my choppa' too close to me I guess our relationships intimate I close my eyes so I can lock in Tourist with the Glizzy, I call her the Glock twin Try the judge a nigga, I told 'em they Cochran I won't fuck the bitch but she wanted my cock in I pull up to the scene my head is noddin' Off the lean chillin', I'm Speaker Knockin' Rest in peace man, that shit was horrible (uh) Look at that bitch, her ass adorable (uh) I just made explorer, I feel like Dora hoe (uh) I was on the scene spittin' metaphoricals (uh) What I said in that one song A black black, a white bitch, a black bitch That's a Oreo (uh) Got the shit sealed like a fuckin' envelope (uh) Pull up on the scene with the choppa' let it go (uh) I'ma hunt 'em down like his ass a antelope (uh) Tote cold with the ice it's a eskimo (uh uh uh) Had to let 'em know (uh) Load it up, I let it breath, I let it go (uh) Fucked the bitch, I let it be, I let her go (uh) Uhuh uhh Switch up the beat gang
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