Juice WRLD
Omen (Freestyle)
[Intro]
Man, man, man

[Verse]
Freestyle off the top, bitch
Run up on me, get hit, got my hand on my stick
I was toting my Glock, stick
She gon' suck on my dick, she gon' swallow my kids
That lil bitch is obnoxious
I count money, I stack it, it's nothing
You know how I run it, I'm out of my pocket
All my n***as be robbing, and back in Chicago
We was rockin' them trueys and robins
All my n***as got ice on they neck and they wrist
And they sliding just like a toboggan
I ain't talking 'bout pencil, a pistol
But I get to rapping, this shit out of pocket
Off the top I be freestyling shit
Eminem I be 8 miling shit
I be wildin', I'm going Bathing Ape
I'm rocking barbarians all on my fit
Talking stupid, R. Kelly with it
Ignorant, I may piss on yo bitch
I been balling like Kevin Durant
All these n***as ball, Kevin, you can't
N***as pussy, the fuckin'—
Ooh, haha
I make it look easy, ayy
Truck fit when I skate on that bitch
So she think I'm Lil Weezy, ayy
My diamonds so sick, my diamonds so cold
They got me sneezing, ayy
Jimmy Neutron, give me Brain Blast
That lil' bitch get to wheezing, ayy
Look, I read that bitch like a book
You run up on me, then yo' ass getting took
I poke a bitch like I'm on Facebook
All my n***as get cash for real
I don't really give a fuck 'bout a record deal
Just bought a house, I ain't finna lay it—
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on
Just bought a house, I won't drop the location
But nah, I do not live in the hills
I got money for real
You will get popped like a pill
N***as is not in the field
All of my n***as is down for real
All my n***as is down to kill
I know n***as that's down for real
[mumbles] for real
Had my heart broke for real
Yo' bitch gave me throat for real
Hit it from the back like a singer
Tryna hit a note for real
Everything I say is the truth
The truth is what I spoke, for real
I feel like I'm Travis Scott, 'cause I got the Antidote for real
N***a I'm doper than—
I'm doper than a writers pen
I don't ever have writers block
But I'll prolly pick up the Glock, shoot you in yo' top
Juiced up so I feel like Pac
Run up on me, then I got a Glock
I'ma hit a dread-head, bloody mop
Listen, I'ma ball on you n***as and these bitches
I've been ballin', bitch I feel like a Piston
I march on n***as, I be army enlisted
All these n***as startin' to act like some bitches
So all these n***as start to act like some sissies
I'm just spinning like tornado or twister
"Juice WRLD, he a fucking enigma"
Freestyling on live with my n***as, ayy
Gold in my mouth, Burberry my shirt
Moncler on my pants, I'm making it hurt
Margiela on my shoes when I stomp
I know they dirty 'cause I'm putting in work
N***as know what's up, I be putting in work
Like A$AP Ferg, put him in a hearse
I'm finna go buy my bitch a new purse
Birkin' bag 200, off of this earth
Maxlord what you on?
He just walked out of the room, he gone
No, he ain't walk out the room
He was just prolly finna turn the lights off or the lights on
I'ma freestyle, done it all night long
I'll freestyle, I don't gotta write songs
I'll freestyle, I don't gotta right wrongs
Skate on they block like they want some, ayy
Smokin' on that King Kong, yeah
Run up on me you gone
Transform in the Lambo like Megatron, yeah
I'ma put my team on
NLMB, No Limit, we strong, yeah
150 where I belong
GDK, EBK, you know we on, yeah
Money is super long, yeah
Shoutout to Kyro, shoutout to Bibby
Shoutout G-Money, shoutout to Maneski
Shoutout to Herbo, shoutout my n***as
They gonna leave a fuck n***a stanking
This not a joke, I am not pranking
What is you doing? Fuck was you thinking?
Why is you tweakin'? I'll leave you leakin'
Hit that bitch, CeCe like Weekend, ayy
[Outro]
Bitch I'm good
At this rapping shit, so it's understood
Hope it's understood
That these n***as are okay
But bitch I'm good
I'm good
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm good