Juice WRLD
The Zias Freestyle uncut
[Part I]

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD, B. Lou & Zias]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
I told him that I'm a killer, hm
Fuckin' on a white bitch, I had the milli' vanilli, that bitch is vanilla
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, I'm finna spread, I give the head what you tell her
I told her "Bitch, we together you know it's forever
You run up I'm shoot my hand on Beretta"
I'm off of the top, I fuck up the weather
I'm fuckin' her good, I fuck her so good
You fuck her okay, well I'm fucking her better
Ayy, ayy, I'm so cold, watch I made a bitch need a sweater
Knock 'em out, knock 'em out, Floyd Mayweather
He got a coat, n***a, no sweaty weather
He got a coat, n***a, no sweaty weather
B. Lou, n***a, can't nobody do it better
I smoke a n***a like a fucking arm'dilla(?), n***a (Yeah)
Shit he was smokin' on this dope, n***a laugh, propeller
N***a, smokin' on this dope got me high as a propeller
Yeah, I fucked the bitch, and I'm fucking on the yellow
Hit from the back—
Yeah, hit from the back, I'ma hit the bitch better
If the bitch freaky then we gon' fuck her together
If the bitch freaky we gon' fuck her together
If she really freaky she gon' suck us together
Then after that, fuck her, we'a keep her forever not as a main, but as a side though
Pull up on the scene, choppa, yeah, that's my side ho
Ayy, yeah, huh, you know though
N***as full of shit, they some motherfuckin' a-holes, uh, yeah (Yeah)
Linkin'(?) the cash flow
All the way to a Moscow, dash, ho
Pull up on the scene doin' a dash, ho
Made trades with the drugs and slow-mo
Up, down, left, right, A, B, Y, X, bitch, that's the motherfuckin' cheat codes
Pull up on the scene, like, damn, stitch a n***a up like a motherfuckin' Lilo
N***as talk stupid, don't get it, you a bitch...
[Zias talks over Juice WRLD]
...like some lunch show, n***a best believe that your mom no bull
This that Osam' flow, this that Obam' flow, this type of dick in your mom flow, this let your mom know
Bitch, I go itchin'(?) for the convos, go to vacation in Congos
I'ma explode like terrorists
I know that these n***as are scared of this
I'm ballin' on n***as, embarassing
They bankin' on me like a Harris kid
Get it? Bankin' on me like some Harris shit
Harris' a bank, don't you get it?
The subject I spit is like school or some'in', they may just go have to revist
[Interlude: Juice WRLD, B. Lou & Zias]
Boy, you ain't heard what he sayin'?
Bro
N***a, you seen, I got the fire out
That shit hard
Pressure, so much pressure
Ashin' all over my pants!
Haha, look
Tweakin', fool
Lemme hit that motherfucker one time
When you need funding for your business, you need it fast
And that's great—
This protein, you know?
I'm finna act crazy but look, damn

[Part II]

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD, B. Lou & Zias]
Pack in the mail, it's gone
Look
Hm, put the clip in the gun, it's armed
Transform like Megatron
Ayy, fuck is you on?
Call of Duty the way that I spawn
You run up on me, I'ma shoot
I aim my hand out the roof
You is a lie, I'm the truth
Superman when I walk in the booth
Fallin' out like a loose ass tooth
Run up on me I'ma kill you and you
Ayy, look
Your bitches, they sticky like glue
I fuck on that bitch then I disappear
That bitch did not have a clue
All of these n***as ain't gettin' no money
I know that they broke than a bitch
If you run up on me, then that choppa will hit you for real
'Cause my n***as hear you talkin' shit, they gon' pull up on you
And this choppa, these pop like a pill
These n***as get killed, but I'm lit, ayy
Run up on me, I'm lit, just like a Bic
N***a you pop, just like a zit
Proactivis or something get popped like a zit
These n***as ain't shit but some hoes and some bitches, ayy
I'm in my lane, no switchin', ayy
I'm not the same n***a, I'm different, ayy
Ball on 'em just like a Piston
March on a n***a, I'm army enlisted, ayy
Fuck all the competition
I got more drive than Bugatti engines, ayy
Listen, I'ma go shoot up your party, hm, ayy
Pushin' that work, that work that, yeah, get that Bugatti, ayy
Drippin' in them jeans, I'm swag
Hold on, I gotta put it in your body
Run up on me, you get hit with the shotty
Yeah, uh, I got a bad bitch, yeah, meet me in the lobby
I be fuckin' on his bitch, countin' money, my hobby
N***a, you run up but don't try me, haha
Don't try me, hey
Run up like [?], n***a, don't try me
Choppa a stick up, stick up, stick up, he need a IV
Smokin' on dope, that dope got me so high, I need Visine