bitch i’m priceless, priceless every beat i’m on go gold like im midas, yeah, bitch i’m priceless priceless, i’m blowin up the charts like i must be the isis yeah, bitch i’m priceless priceless i don’t care.. what you think can’t deny this aye aye to much cash in my pockets, ching heard that you was pocket watchin, huh better watch how you talkin, ssshhhh before you end up in coffin grrrrr pow i ain’t playin games, if you wanna die ima fill yo grave, life a big cycle and im searchin thru this endless maze, feelings numb and it’s like i’m injected with novacane, tryna run from past but i know there is no escape, seems like i’m stuck in cage, and my body’s bout to break, but i tell myself im straight, but deep down i’m not ok alright alright i’m done… SIKE! it’s like a movie, this 2 seat, wind on my skin hittin like im in central cooling, bad bitch got her ass in my face movin, paparazzi all around had to tell ‘em move it, big bags, hella cash, milli in the stache.., itchin for the cheese like i must’ve got a rash, now im on one and i think it’s time to really snap, i live inside of uh mansion, catchin shit like chris hansen, if you want smoke 45. gonna make u move like you dancin, bitch i’m priceless, priceless every beat i’m on go gold like im midas, yeah, bitch i’m priceless priceless, i’m blowin up the charts like i must be the isis yeah, bitch i’m priceless pricelsss i don’t care.. what you think can’t deny this
[Intro] CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY Chase Uhh, grrt, bih, bih, grrt Uhh, hey (Oh, oh) Yeah [Verse] It's motherfuck what you say, I'm on my way Uh, swervin' in the Wraith, on the way to the bank Uh, let it go bang, if he in the way Uh, hit him in his brain, bullet through his face, uh I ain't wanna do it but I had to (Uh-uh) Won't go let a fuck nigga fuck up my day I'm a rich nigga so I make 'em mad (Yeah), so mad I hopped in a Wraith then race to the bank (Skrrt) I gotta race, keep the millions in the safe, okay (Okay) Ain't nobody ever take my cash away, no way (Way) I done came up, got rich for the whole gang I done made my own name, look like I'm sellin' cocaine Swerving in the new thang It look like a dragon from the Yu-Gi-Oh game Ballin' like I'm magic, why they got no game? I'm on my way, came a long way from freestylin' in my driveway Remember playing music in the car on the highway Headphones in while my dear mama drivin' Still don't got a license, I been supermoto slidin' Through the Cali hills, mesmerized at the horizon Yeah, my connection gang, no Verizon Yeah, boolin' with the gang on an island Next might be Thailand Ain't no tellin' when my money pilin' and pilin' and pilin' and pilin' I remember Impalas I remember bein' broke and I ain't have a dollar Got robbed by some niggas in a blue Monte Carlo Gang gang was on they ass the next day, that follow Yeah, I'm rich now, but I done been through some sorrows Remember we was broke as hell, money what we had to borrow "I can't pay ya' right now, can I pay you back tomorrow?" Rent due, bills due, lien cars, we used That's when God came through Now mom don't gotta work, ooh, put Birkin on the purse, ooh Momma, I love you, got a crib for you Diamonds on my girl too, Lotti is my world, ooh Her name my tattoo, all this shit I've been through Then I became a rich dude, then I finally found you Don't matter how much money I make, your love it can't amount to [Chorus] Priceless, girl your love priceless My life is priceless, so for it I'll leave you lifeless (Oh) Yeah, priceless, girl your love priceless My life is priceless, so for it I'll leave you lifeless [Outro] Uh, gang, gang, gang Chase the money, chase the money When it's rainy, when it's sunny Fuck these niggas, gon' do nothin' Brr, go, go, go, go, go, uh, go, go, go From under Haha, I hate you I fucking-
Juice WRLD lyrics brand new cars, brand new drugs Brand new outlet, a brand new plug Same old nigga, just brand new us I've been gettin' high as a bitch, so what? 50 for a hundred, uh, if I show up 100 for appearance I don't gotta show up I remember I was broke then I blew up Now I feel like Makonnen in the club, go up, ayy, uh Perky with the cup Yoppa kinda uh uh and I feel it in my gut Try me if you wanna, yeah, they be in the cut Choppa kinda hungry, yeah, make it eat you up, ayy Xans, Robitussin, uh, couldn't get enough, ayy Mix it with the tuss’, uh, then I sip it up, ayy Now I'm high as fuck, oh Glue stick stuck uh Pull up with the choppa, click-clack, buck buck, ayy It's my masterplan Ain’t no master man Pull up on 'em, avalanche All this ice up on my wrist, I swear it's like an avalanche Feel like 50 Cent like I said cuz many men They be hating, niggas basic You a mutt, you don't got no home training Pull up on the scene, lil' bro totin stainless He look like James Bond 007 the way he aimed it Leave a nigga brainless, leave his face up on the pavement Presidential head presidential Rollie Sara Palin She was in my bed, givin' head Spread her legs, do her in I'm gon' get this cash ugh, invest in a bag ugh You can’t have uh uh uh uh I know that they want what I have, ugh Pull up on their ass, ugh Choppa like a mask, the way it pull up and it blast, ugh I don't need no mask I can’t uh uh uh Time travel, yeah, I'm from the future and the past Ballin' hard like Steve Nash Bitch I get cash That's a big gat, grr, grr, grrow, get back Uh-uh-uh-uh uh uh uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh uh eh uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh uh eh uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh uh uh Start this beat over Somebody got [Verse 2] Real Uh-uh-uh real Bitch I'm too real I’ma no Bitch I’m too real Don't bring your friends 'cause, bitch, I don't care I said, bitch I’m too real Don't bring your friends 'cause, bitch, I don't care Pull up in a Benz and they stop and they stare I'm gon' get this cash, try to take it, don't dare I be with them guys that’d kill for me I be with them guys that’d drill for me We don't got no time for no feelings, uh, ayy I'm too busy countin' up my winnings, uh, ayy Louis V backpack, match the Louis jacket Lost my father, I'm a rich bastard Nigga, why bother? I'ma get this cash And these niggas playin', catch up, far too ahead, yeah You can get it, uh, got it twistin like some dreads, uh I was in the kitchen whippin', rollin' off the meds, uh All these niggas snitches, bitches tellin' to the feds, uh I ain't really talk about no Rainbow hair I’m been in a sum’ in a sayin’ over here, huh All these niggas snitching, bitches tellin' to the feds, uh All these niggas snitching, bitches tellin' to the feds, uh Nah, nah I ain’t talkin’ bout that rainbow head, uh, uh, ayy, uh Uh uh flying colors Brand new Ferrari, that shit pass with flying colors, uh I’ll shoot up the party, I’m diminished, I’ma butler Lil' bitch, I'm from Chicago, throwing bullets Jay Cutler Remember I was servin' work like a butler Now I got this VVS's on me, Ice road trucker I'm a money makin' motherfucker That mean I make money then put dick up in your mother I've been ballin' like Iman Shumpert Kobe Bryant really shootin threes just for comfort And at night time I turn into a monster Killin' all these beats, bitch, I feel like a Jeffrey Dahmer Give me long neck, shorty like a ostrich Fly without trying so my closet like a cockpit They try to judge a nigga, you ain't Johnnie Cochran I promise see the problems if you run up get it often I got powers like my first name Austin Runnin' while I'm dropping bombs, marathon in Boston Try me, I'ma pull up to your new apartment And kick all of the bitches out and kill you, call me Martin Dead homies in the blunt spark it I’m in the bus gettin it bussin had to Rosa Park it, ayy Try me if you want, bitch, I'm a martian That mean I got a laser with a motherfuckin' target, ayy I'ma take you out like the garbage Then take yo' bitch out on a date at the gardens, ayy Try me if you want, I'm goin' hard And that mean I'm like a rocket, I take off like a rocket Don’t get outta It’s pulled up Uh uh rob it I got all that shit on voice memo, too Like a mothafucka [Verse 3] I've been catchin' vibes all night Go to Japan, it's a long flight That nigga try to run in my house Why me? Boy you took the wrong right, huh I've been ballin' hard all night Go to Japan, nigga, that's a long flight Go to Japan just to get some Off-White Shot at yo' mans 'cause he wasn’t comin right Me and CHASETHEMONEY finna chase the money Even on them rainy days, and when the days is sunny All these niggas broke as a joke, they be really bummy VVS on our wrist we used to be scummy, ayy Now a nigga too rich like a couple lighters on Bitch, I'm too lit Too legit, to quit nigga, yeah, I'm too real Speakin of two yesterday I took 2 pills, ayy Fuck yo' percs, I'm poppin' on a roxy Pull up on the scene and it's just me On a supermoto, totin my heat Pop a wheely while I pop a opp nigga Like a beat or sum’ bitch I'm bound to drop niggas, ayy I've been sippin' lean, I Speaker Knock niggas, ayy RIP yea that’s to Speaker Knocks nigga, ayy Remember cordin’ out Fort Knox nigga, ayy Hains all over my socks nigga, ayy Then I got rich and my knots bigger On god, I remember trappin’ out Fort Knox nigga [Verse 4] Jake witcha’ own bitch we to lit I remember cordin’ up my new shit I been on the wave with my new shit, my bad I been on the wave with my new shit, I’m talkin’ cruise ship Niggas on they fake shit, like an illusion I told you that I do dis’, you lookin’ stupid I pull up on the scene with my choppa it’s a uzi Money Longer, feel like I am Uzi Make a movie with yo’ bitch call me Clooney, uh Wit’ these tunes bitch I’m looney, ayy Told her show me dat ass move me, haha She ride me like a ten speed I know her boyfriend hatin’ on me, nigga filled with envy, ayy, ayy You ain’t real take a lot of convince me, I pull up on the scene and get to run shit like track meets, ayy Flex up on my ex I’m such athlete Add the millions up I’m feelin’ like a math geek It’s gon’ take mo’ than a hunnid’ to surpass me I threw a hunnid’ on a random bitch ass cheek, huh, huh To real, to real, to real To real, to real, to real , yeah Smokin’ on this chronic got my eyes red Kinda like the blood that he shed I’ma put a hole in his head Now his mom callin’ the feds First forty eight don’t go there When I go to Florida I got Zoe’s there When I go back to Chicago I got Moe’s there, Bd’s and 4’s there Pull up with that choppa, huh, shoot him like whoa there, uh, haha I said, When I go back to Chicago I got Woe’s there, Gd’s Bd’s and 4’s there, haha [Part II] Rain Dance Freestyle [Intro] You know you gotta hop in shit like a mothafucka You know you gotta hop in this video Chase, on foenem c’mon [Verse 1] Yeah Sittin’ in a room with a handful of bands and duffel of o’s I’m sittin’ in a room with a handful bands and a handful of thots Brother on the run from the law I pray to god that he never get caught Triple nine tailored on me till the death boy I swear this shit like a coat I five shots I guess to my gun I’ma boss My pockets fat as fuck I put the Rick to Ross Shoot yo’ Adam’s apple now it’s apple sauce I feel like Kobe Bryant before I shoot boy get crossed I’m in my lane I made my lane so bitch I’m surfin’ If I go broke I don’t really care cuz I’ll go back to servin’ I was in the streets lurking’, off of dem’ perkies, fuckin’ a Pursian One to the bank and I’ll fuck on bih like a mothafuckin’ pervet Swallow my Family Guy, bitch I feel like Peter You run up on me I’ma hit ‘em, yeah, I got my hand on my heater My flow is off of the meter I make her scream oh baby, baby like she’s Justin Bieber Swallow my babies babies, cuz I don’t need ‘em These niggas my son anyway so uh-uh I’m gon beat ‘em Pull up on the scene choppa on me with a beam I’ma shoot like Derek Jeter Someone might grab a thermometer, cuz I feel like I got a fever, ayy, ayy, huh I don’t wanna fuck a bitch, I don’t need her, ayy-ayy Put a ring ‘round her throat cuz the lil’ bitch a keeper, ayy She my Victoria Secret I need the money of pieces Pockets on them they facetious Told her to give me a reason I just been blowin’ these trees and I got my brothers back, they got my back too, they will not guilty of treason Roll up the weed cuz I need it I’m smokin’ this reefer like Wizzy Khalifa Run up on me I’ma shoot got my hand on my heater, uh, uh-uh-uh, uh My gun is a thot just like Mia Khalifa, huh, yeah My gun is a hoe just like Mia Khalifa, I come like Nas cuz I got the aether, pull up like grrah Niggas ain’t shit but some hoes I don’t need ‘em, I kick to the side The choppa got a kickback and it hit yo’ ass and yo’ left eye, yeah Fuckin’ that bitch for a couple of times, yeah I hit that bitch like a couple of times, yeah I pour that syrup a couple of times I ran through a perc like a dozen of times, ayy This little light of mine It’s gon get cash, and it’s track the contrabinds, yeah I’m searchin’ so I find He a pussy boy, he a feline, yeah Bitch I’m Jimmy Hendrix With this shit I’m kickin’ Shut the fuck up nigga listen Ball on a nigga no Piston Nigga I’m army enlisted Don’t give a fuck ‘bout a bitch or a nigga Run up on me then that clip’ll get bigger Hop on my dick like she lookin’ like Tigger, ayy I’m in love with her figure Uh thank you so much Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh big bands Uh-uh uh-uh rain dance Louis V shades, no ray bans
Being with God the heavenly Father and Jesus son of God is a relationship God teach me that it's is only a relationship with him not religion and i did not know that at all .
Get round for the disrespect Most of my niggas in jail, got pissed when they took my friends And these opps don't learn So we gotta get round and school these men Get drilled for your friends mistakes So you better not chill with them Dont slip, you don't wanna hit the news at 10 And these roads ain't fun You can lose your life from corn or my rambo knife Talk on the net But when they saw me in the flesh, the pussio left his friends I ain't gotta rap on beats, man know that I'm bad on streets So how you gonna chat about me Everyday man take risks, jump out gang and I pray I don't miss This corn is live, I'll slap that twice, that's two bells out of the dots When I creep up Man I won't make a sound and run if my face gets clocked Do it blunt, smoke at opps This shit won't stop till they're all on tops It's a violent life that I'm living Done hella drillings, for man's block
Uh huh, uh uh, wai- wha- Paper, I get to the bag Rack chaser, drive a Lamborghini No toyota chaser, cruising through the night Hot street racer, see them rounds when they fly These heated tracers, fi fy fo fum I smell scum Better say some prayers, demon time with a drum Level up flows like a saiyan, shrooms got me stuck on namek imma pop a senzu, you can do what you do, that bitch do me like tomorrow aint gon come through, got that bitch hooked think I’m moving round with some voodoo, niggas claiming that I’m see through, but this draco make them see through, aint no redo, he a dead nigga what can he do, real evil nigga palpatine with the force so the saber is my sword burn these niggas with no cause died from choppa flame aint no natural cause it’s irrelevant summon couple hell hound like im megumin, aint no angel wings but if I had id be a seraphim, way this choppa blast a nigga got somebody shouting “FINISH HIM”, but I finished her, left her throat clogged up, lay the pipe down again, now her back act up, break her back and then I break her ribs, two faced niggas batman on the prowl again
..and at night time I turn into a monster Killin' all these beats, bitch, I feel like a Jeffrey Dahmer Give me long neck, shorty like a ostrich Fly without trying so my closet like a cockpit They try to judge a nigga, you ain't Johnnie Cochran 1 promise see the problems if you run up get it often I got powers like my first name Austin Runnin' while I'm dropping bombs, marathon in Boston Try me, l'ma pull up to your new apartment And kick all of the bitches out and kill you, call me Martin Dead homies in the blunt spark it I'm in the bus gettin it bussin had to Rosa Park it, ayy Try me if you want, bitch, i'm a martian That mean I got a laser with a motherfuckin' target...
@@producernett Just because theres no other beat reprods. Doesn’t mean its automatically accurate. Im just saying its not accurate due to how different everything sounds. Is it bad reprod? No. Does it sound bad? No. Can it get better? Ofcourse, and thats fine lol
Uh huh, uh uh, wai- wha- Paper, I get to the bag Rack chaser, drive a Lamborghini No toyota chaser, cruising through the night Hot street racer, see them rounds when they fly These heated tracers, fi fy fo fum I smell scum Better say some prayers, demon time with a drum Level up flows like a saiyan, shrooms got me stuck on namek imma pop a senzu, you can do what you do, that bitch do me like tomorrow aint gon come through, got that bitch hooked think I’m moving round with some voodoo, niggas claiming that I’m see through, but this draco make them see through, aint no redo, he a dead nigga what can he do, real evil nigga palpatine with the force so the saber is my sword burn these niggas with no cause died from choppa flame aint no natural cause it’s irrelevant summon couple hell hound like im megumin, aint no angel wings but if I had id be a seraphim, way this choppa blast a nigga got somebody shouting “FINISH HIM”, but I finished her, left her throat clogged up, lay the pipe down again, now her back act up, break her back and then I break her ribs, thats my best feat nah thats a normal beat, way I run these streets surely you cab tell this aint new to me, trap off of an iPhone, make a library of a paycheck off my first song, hypnotized by this life, in Gods where I reside, in the money where my feelings coincide, got this beat wanting to comit suicide, this a do or die, ride or die, I can tell yous a rat imma need some pesticides, take your life the I break your wife, hunnid on the table top cant compete with how I live my life, I dont live off drugs only live off love, thats a lie can’t dedicate cause these hoes two face, batman pulling up batmobile no wraith, aint no travis scott so he aint clownin, in my sorrow yeah my soul drowning, swear these wish my head could catch a bounty, dont trust nobody not even those that claim they real fond of me, they the real backstabbers theyll do it without even frowning, but I aint lacking no this pistol pounding, leave em with a killer headache like jeffery dahmer bank account keep collecting commas, out for this kill might as well be monger, yeah they know I’m better they know I’m stronger know that in mind imma last way longer
How Can anemics start their day spitting straight flames Money all im tryna gain But ion mind weight Every meal thats made Bussin, kitchen stay with clean plates Little letters, dare i say Nothing i have said was fake Knowledged up to date Im good at staying out the way Call me Sosa Payne Im know for never switching lanes Ion do them gangs But then again im missing gang Thing just not the same My patna said he numb to pain Wish i felt the same way
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It’s hard to freestyle to this beat and not hear juice freestyling 🤣
Fr but I eventually did it
@@jjGym999 💜
Remember I was serving work like a butler
@@mitsbtw5894 now I got VVS on my wrist I’ve Road Trucka!!
@@mitsbtw5894now I got them vvs on me ice road trucka
juice is goated bro no one will ever be him ong
That's a good thing. Everyone should be themselves 🤙🏽
solid remake
This beat is gas🔥🔥🔥
Yo this is fire, my ears so blessed
Masterpiece
Make type beats like this bro you harddddd
💙yeesssirrrrer gaved it a like before I even played it and like always blessed 😈
❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
who else freestyling
You know it
Me🕺💯💯
im gonna blow up before 2025... mark my words💯💵
DO IT GZZZ 💯💯💯‼️‼️
Good luck homie remember yba tho 👍🙏
@@yba734 & remember GWay WORLDS 777
@Prod. Styl preciate you
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Freestyle King
that is on fire
Gonna go up soon🕊️
BANG 😈
Perfect
keep ot up boi
bitch i’m priceless, priceless
every beat i’m on go gold like im midas,
yeah,
bitch i’m priceless priceless,
i’m blowin up the charts like i must be the isis
yeah,
bitch i’m priceless priceless
i don’t care.. what you think can’t deny this
aye aye
to much cash in my pockets,
ching
heard that you was pocket watchin,
huh
better watch how you talkin,
ssshhhh
before you end up in coffin
grrrrr pow
i ain’t playin games, if you wanna die ima fill yo grave, life a big cycle and im searchin thru this endless maze, feelings numb and it’s like i’m injected with novacane, tryna run from past but i know there is no escape, seems like i’m stuck in cage, and my body’s bout to break, but i tell myself im straight, but deep down i’m not ok
alright alright i’m done…
SIKE!
it’s like a movie, this 2 seat, wind on my skin hittin like im in central cooling, bad bitch got her ass in my face movin, paparazzi all around
had to tell ‘em move it,
big bags, hella cash, milli in the stache.., itchin for the cheese like i must’ve got a rash, now im on one and i think it’s time to really snap,
i live inside of uh mansion,
catchin shit like chris hansen,
if you want smoke 45. gonna make u move like you dancin,
bitch i’m priceless, priceless
every beat i’m on go gold like im midas,
yeah,
bitch i’m priceless priceless,
i’m blowin up the charts like i must be the isis
yeah,
bitch i’m priceless pricelsss
i don’t care.. what you think can’t deny this
*nuh nuh nuh Nuh nanana nuh*
💿w!
❤️🔥
[Intro]
CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY
Chase
Uhh, grrt, bih, bih, grrt
Uhh, hey (Oh, oh)
Yeah
[Verse]
It's motherfuck what you say, I'm on my way
Uh, swervin' in the Wraith, on the way to the bank
Uh, let it go bang, if he in the way
Uh, hit him in his brain, bullet through his face, uh
I ain't wanna do it but I had to (Uh-uh)
Won't go let a fuck nigga fuck up my day
I'm a rich nigga so I make 'em mad (Yeah), so mad
I hopped in a Wraith then race to the bank (Skrrt)
I gotta race, keep the millions in the safe, okay (Okay)
Ain't nobody ever take my cash away, no way (Way)
I done came up, got rich for the whole gang
I done made my own name, look like I'm sellin' cocaine
Swerving in the new thang
It look like a dragon from the Yu-Gi-Oh game
Ballin' like I'm magic, why they got no game?
I'm on my way, came a long way from freestylin' in my driveway
Remember playing music in the car on the highway
Headphones in while my dear mama drivin'
Still don't got a license, I been supermoto slidin'
Through the Cali hills, mesmerized at the horizon
Yeah, my connection gang, no Verizon
Yeah, boolin' with the gang on an island
Next might be Thailand
Ain't no tellin' when my money pilin' and pilin' and pilin' and pilin'
I remember Impalas
I remember bein' broke and I ain't have a dollar
Got robbed by some niggas in a blue Monte Carlo
Gang gang was on they ass the next day, that follow
Yeah, I'm rich now, but I done been through some sorrows
Remember we was broke as hell, money what we had to borrow
"I can't pay ya' right now, can I pay you back tomorrow?"
Rent due, bills due, lien cars, we used
That's when God came through
Now mom don't gotta work, ooh, put Birkin on the purse, ooh
Momma, I love you, got a crib for you
Diamonds on my girl too, Lotti is my world, ooh
Her name my tattoo, all this shit I've been through
Then I became a rich dude, then I finally found you
Don't matter how much money I make, your love it can't amount to
[Chorus]
Priceless, girl your love priceless
My life is priceless, so for it I'll leave you lifeless (Oh)
Yeah, priceless, girl your love priceless
My life is priceless, so for it I'll leave you lifeless
[Outro]
Uh, gang, gang, gang
Chase the money, chase the money
When it's rainy, when it's sunny
Fuck these niggas, gon' do nothin'
Brr, go, go, go, go, go, uh, go, go, go
From under
Haha, I hate you
I fucking-
at the end i thought he said "crazy"
not "I hate you"
@@sipntea no it's "I hate you" but she said I hate you first before the he laughed
Good shit is it your lyrics or jucie lyrics?
@@dontaskmewhy1565 Juice WRLD lyrics I just got it from “genius” the website
Sounded to good to be true fire though rip jucie flows way better then I ever could but long live jucie
Juice WRLD lyrics
brand new cars, brand new drugs
Brand new outlet, a brand new plug
Same old nigga, just brand new us
I've been gettin' high as a bitch, so what?
50 for a hundred, uh, if I show up
100 for appearance I don't gotta show up
I remember I was broke then I blew up
Now I feel like Makonnen in the club, go up, ayy, uh
Perky with the cup
Yoppa kinda uh uh and I feel it in my gut
Try me if you wanna, yeah, they be in the cut
Choppa kinda hungry, yeah, make it eat you up, ayy
Xans, Robitussin, uh, couldn't get enough, ayy
Mix it with the tuss’, uh, then I sip it up, ayy
Now I'm high as fuck, oh
Glue stick stuck uh
Pull up with the choppa, click-clack, buck buck, ayy
It's my masterplan
Ain’t no master man
Pull up on 'em, avalanche
All this ice up on my wrist, I swear it's like an avalanche
Feel like 50 Cent like I said cuz many men
They be hating, niggas basic
You a mutt, you don't got no home training
Pull up on the scene, lil' bro totin stainless
He look like James Bond 007 the way he aimed it
Leave a nigga brainless, leave his face up on the pavement
Presidential head presidential Rollie Sara Palin
She was in my bed, givin' head
Spread her legs, do her in
I'm gon' get this cash ugh, invest in a bag ugh
You can’t have uh uh uh uh
I know that they want what I have, ugh
Pull up on their ass, ugh
Choppa like a mask, the way it pull up and it blast, ugh
I don't need no mask
I can’t uh uh uh
Time travel, yeah, I'm from the future and the past
Ballin' hard like Steve Nash
Bitch I get cash
That's a big gat, grr, grr, grrow, get back
Uh-uh-uh-uh uh uh uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh uh eh uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh uh eh uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh uh uh
Start this beat over
Somebody got
[Verse 2]
Real
Uh-uh-uh real
Bitch I'm too real
I’ma no
Bitch I’m too real
Don't bring your friends 'cause, bitch, I don't care
I said, bitch I’m too real
Don't bring your friends 'cause, bitch, I don't care
Pull up in a Benz and they stop and they stare
I'm gon' get this cash, try to take it, don't dare
I be with them guys that’d kill for me
I be with them guys that’d drill for me
We don't got no time for no feelings, uh, ayy
I'm too busy countin' up my winnings, uh, ayy
Louis V backpack, match the Louis jacket
Lost my father, I'm a rich bastard
Nigga, why bother?
I'ma get this cash
And these niggas playin', catch up, far too ahead, yeah
You can get it, uh, got it twistin like some dreads, uh
I was in the kitchen whippin', rollin' off the meds, uh
All these niggas snitches, bitches tellin' to the feds, uh
I ain't really talk about no Rainbow hair
I’m been in a sum’ in a sayin’ over here, huh
All these niggas snitching, bitches tellin' to the feds, uh
All these niggas snitching, bitches tellin' to the feds, uh
Nah, nah I ain’t talkin’ bout that rainbow head, uh, uh, ayy, uh
Uh uh flying colors
Brand new Ferrari, that shit pass with flying colors, uh
I’ll shoot up the party, I’m diminished, I’ma butler
Lil' bitch, I'm from Chicago, throwing bullets Jay Cutler
Remember I was servin' work like a butler
Now I got this VVS's on me, Ice road trucker
I'm a money makin' motherfucker
That mean I make money then put dick up in your mother
I've been ballin' like Iman Shumpert
Kobe Bryant really shootin threes just for comfort
And at night time I turn into a monster
Killin' all these beats, bitch, I feel like a Jeffrey Dahmer
Give me long neck, shorty like a ostrich
Fly without trying so my closet like a cockpit
They try to judge a nigga, you ain't Johnnie Cochran
I promise see the problems if you run up get it often
I got powers like my first name Austin
Runnin' while I'm dropping bombs, marathon in Boston
Try me, I'ma pull up to your new apartment
And kick all of the bitches out and kill you, call me Martin
Dead homies in the blunt spark it
I’m in the bus gettin it bussin had to Rosa Park it, ayy
Try me if you want, bitch, I'm a martian
That mean I got a laser with a motherfuckin' target, ayy
I'ma take you out like the garbage
Then take yo' bitch out on a date at the gardens, ayy
Try me if you want, I'm goin' hard
And that mean I'm like a rocket, I take off like a rocket
Don’t get outta
It’s pulled up
Uh uh rob it
I got all that shit on voice memo, too
Like a mothafucka
[Verse 3]
I've been catchin' vibes all night
Go to Japan, it's a long flight
That nigga try to run in my house
Why me? Boy you took the wrong right, huh
I've been ballin' hard all night
Go to Japan, nigga, that's a long flight
Go to Japan just to get some Off-White
Shot at yo' mans 'cause he wasn’t comin right
Me and CHASETHEMONEY finna chase the money
Even on them rainy days, and when the days is sunny
All these niggas broke as a joke, they be really bummy
VVS on our wrist we used to be scummy, ayy
Now a nigga too rich like a couple lighters on Bitch, I'm too lit
Too legit, to quit nigga, yeah, I'm too real
Speakin of two yesterday I took 2 pills, ayy
Fuck yo' percs, I'm poppin' on a roxy
Pull up on the scene and it's just me
On a supermoto, totin my heat
Pop a wheely while I pop a opp nigga
Like a beat or sum’ bitch I'm bound to drop niggas, ayy
I've been sippin' lean, I Speaker Knock niggas, ayy
RIP yea that’s to Speaker Knocks nigga, ayy
Remember cordin’ out Fort Knox nigga, ayy
Hains all over my socks nigga, ayy
Then I got rich and my knots bigger
On god, I remember trappin’ out Fort Knox nigga
[Verse 4]
Jake witcha’ own bitch we to lit
I remember cordin’ up my new shit
I been on the wave with my new shit, my bad
I been on the wave with my new shit, I’m talkin’ cruise ship
Niggas on they fake shit, like an illusion
I told you that I do dis’, you lookin’ stupid
I pull up on the scene with my choppa it’s a uzi
Money Longer, feel like I am Uzi
Make a movie with yo’ bitch call me Clooney, uh
Wit’ these tunes bitch I’m looney, ayy
Told her show me dat ass move me, haha
She ride me like a ten speed I know her boyfriend hatin’ on me, nigga filled with envy, ayy, ayy
You ain’t real take a lot of convince me, I pull up on the scene and get to run shit like track meets, ayy
Flex up on my ex I’m such athlete
Add the millions up I’m feelin’ like a math geek
It’s gon’ take mo’ than a hunnid’ to surpass me
I threw a hunnid’ on a random bitch ass cheek, huh, huh
To real, to real, to real
To real, to real, to real , yeah
Smokin’ on this chronic got my eyes red
Kinda like the blood that he shed
I’ma put a hole in his head
Now his mom callin’ the feds
First forty eight don’t go there
When I go to Florida I got Zoe’s there
When I go back to Chicago I got Moe’s there, Bd’s and 4’s there
Pull up with that choppa, huh, shoot him like whoa there, uh, haha
I said, When I go back to Chicago I got Woe’s there, Gd’s
Bd’s and 4’s there, haha
[Part II] Rain Dance Freestyle
[Intro]
You know you gotta hop in shit like a mothafucka
You know you gotta hop in this video Chase, on foenem c’mon
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Sittin’ in a room with a handful of bands and duffel of o’s
I’m sittin’ in a room with a handful bands and a handful of thots
Brother on the run from the law I pray to god that he never get caught
Triple nine tailored on me till the death boy I swear this shit like a coat
I five shots I guess to my gun I’ma boss
My pockets fat as fuck I put the Rick to Ross
Shoot yo’ Adam’s apple now it’s apple sauce
I feel like Kobe Bryant before I shoot boy get crossed
I’m in my lane I made my lane so bitch I’m surfin’
If I go broke I don’t really care cuz I’ll go back to servin’
I was in the streets lurking’, off of dem’ perkies, fuckin’ a Pursian
One to the bank and I’ll fuck on bih like a mothafuckin’ pervet
Swallow my Family Guy, bitch I feel like Peter
You run up on me I’ma hit ‘em, yeah, I got my hand on my heater
My flow is off of the meter
I make her scream oh baby, baby like she’s Justin Bieber
Swallow my babies babies, cuz I don’t need ‘em
These niggas my son anyway so uh-uh I’m gon beat ‘em
Pull up on the scene choppa on me with a beam I’ma shoot like Derek Jeter
Someone might grab a thermometer, cuz I feel like I got a fever, ayy, ayy, huh
I don’t wanna fuck a bitch, I don’t need her, ayy-ayy
Put a ring ‘round her throat cuz the lil’ bitch a keeper, ayy
She my Victoria Secret
I need the money of pieces
Pockets on them they facetious
Told her to give me a reason
I just been blowin’ these trees and
I got my brothers back, they got my back too, they will not guilty of treason
Roll up the weed cuz I need it I’m smokin’ this reefer like Wizzy Khalifa
Run up on me I’ma shoot got my hand on my heater, uh, uh-uh-uh, uh
My gun is a thot just like Mia Khalifa, huh, yeah
My gun is a hoe just like Mia Khalifa, I come like Nas cuz I got the aether, pull up like grrah
Niggas ain’t shit but some hoes I don’t need ‘em, I kick to the side
The choppa got a kickback and it hit yo’ ass and yo’ left eye, yeah
Fuckin’ that bitch for a couple of times, yeah
I hit that bitch like a couple of times, yeah
I pour that syrup a couple of times
I ran through a perc like a dozen of times, ayy
This little light of mine
It’s gon get cash, and it’s track the contrabinds, yeah
I’m searchin’ so I find
He a pussy boy, he a feline, yeah
Bitch I’m Jimmy Hendrix
With this shit I’m kickin’
Shut the fuck up nigga listen
Ball on a nigga no Piston
Nigga I’m army enlisted
Don’t give a fuck ‘bout a bitch or a nigga
Run up on me then that clip’ll get bigger
Hop on my dick like she lookin’ like Tigger, ayy
I’m in love with her figure
Uh thank you so much
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh big bands
Uh-uh uh-uh rain dance
Louis V shades, no ray bans
juice really like that
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Do rain dance bro 100% accurate
van always try🙂
can you make juice wrld bankroll beat?
Will be out next friday😁
ruclips.net/video/YWnEka9ZKu4/видео.html could not hold it🤣
Yung Nudy x Juice Wrld
Being with God the heavenly Father and Jesus son of God is a relationship God teach me that it's is only a relationship with him not religion and i did not know that at all .
can you send me the melody?
I went off on this shit😭
Get round for the disrespect
Most of my niggas in jail, got pissed when they took my friends
And these opps don't learn
So we gotta get round and school these men
Get drilled for your friends mistakes
So you better not chill with them
Dont slip, you don't wanna hit the news at 10
And these roads ain't fun
You can lose your life from corn or my rambo knife
Talk on the net
But when they saw me in the flesh, the pussio left his friends
I ain't gotta rap on beats, man know that I'm bad on streets
So how you gonna chat about me
Everyday man take risks, jump out gang and I pray I don't miss
This corn is live, I'll slap that twice, that's two bells out of the dots
When I creep up
Man I won't make a sound and run if my face gets clocked
Do it blunt, smoke at opps
This shit won't stop till they're all on tops
It's a violent life that I'm living
Done hella drillings, for man's block
And repentance means to turn away from sin turn to Jesus and I'm not preaching about religion ,religion is dead being with Jesus is a relationship.
It's easy to freestyle over this one rip jw🙏🕊️
I freestyled to this for 30mins i made my own loop btw😂
Can I use this
Uh huh, uh uh, wai- wha-
Paper, I get to the bag
Rack chaser, drive a Lamborghini
No toyota chaser, cruising through the night
Hot street racer, see them rounds when they fly
These heated tracers, fi fy fo fum I smell scum
Better say some prayers, demon time with a drum
Level up flows like a saiyan, shrooms got me stuck on namek imma pop a senzu, you can do what you do, that bitch do me like tomorrow aint gon come through, got that bitch hooked think I’m moving round with some voodoo, niggas claiming that I’m see through, but this draco make them see through, aint no redo, he a dead nigga what can he do, real evil nigga palpatine with the force so the saber is my sword burn these niggas with no cause died from choppa flame aint no natural cause it’s irrelevant summon couple hell hound like im megumin, aint no angel wings but if I had id be a seraphim, way this choppa blast a nigga got somebody shouting “FINISH HIM”, but I finished her, left her throat clogged up, lay the pipe down again, now her back act up, break her back and then I break her ribs, two faced niggas batman on the prowl again
Can you do carry it?
Can try :)
0:11
yo do you have the flp?
999
Yo ima be rich and blow up b4 18 💯
does anyone know the bpm and key it is in???
..and at night time I turn into a monster
Killin' all these beats, bitch, I feel like a Jeffrey Dahmer
Give me long neck, shorty like a ostrich
Fly without trying so my closet like a cockpit
They try to judge a nigga, you ain't Johnnie Cochran
1 promise see the problems if you run up get it often
I got powers like my first name Austin
Runnin' while I'm dropping bombs, marathon in
Boston
Try me, l'ma pull up to your new apartment And kick all of the bitches out and kill you, call me
Martin
Dead homies in the blunt spark it
I'm in the bus gettin it bussin had to Rosa Park it, ayy
Try me if you want, bitch, i'm a martian That mean I got a laser with a motherfuckin' target...
Too hard 🔥🔥
stop using this mans freestyles bruh like b more creative
@@lonewolf24765
posted a cover using this instrumental! ( cred given too ) would love for yall to check it outtt
what's the bpm?
150 i think
No w
i just did my best freestyle
Naw beat this beat bro is different
something's off, oh yeah because it's a remake not the actual beat.
I'd say it's 90% accurate
@@47dark Maybe like 65% accurate. The melody is there but nothing about the sounds used are "accurate" at all.
Okey you show me the one more accurate then mine😊
@@producernett Just because theres no other beat reprods. Doesn’t mean its automatically accurate. Im just saying its not accurate due to how different everything sounds. Is it bad reprod? No. Does it sound bad? No. Can it get better? Ofcourse, and thats fine lol
Naw bro this beat different u should do days go by
Send link😊
Jesus Christ is way, truth, life no man cometh does not cometh to the father but by me .run to Jesus.repent of your sin .
Uh huh, uh uh, wai- wha-
Paper, I get to the bag
Rack chaser, drive a Lamborghini
No toyota chaser, cruising through the night
Hot street racer, see them rounds when they fly
These heated tracers, fi fy fo fum I smell scum
Better say some prayers, demon time with a drum
Level up flows like a saiyan, shrooms got me stuck on namek imma pop a senzu, you can do what you do, that bitch do me like tomorrow aint gon come through, got that bitch hooked think I’m moving round with some voodoo, niggas claiming that I’m see through, but this draco make them see through, aint no redo, he a dead nigga what can he do, real evil nigga palpatine with the force so the saber is my sword burn these niggas with no cause died from choppa flame aint no natural cause it’s irrelevant summon couple hell hound like im megumin, aint no angel wings but if I had id be a seraphim, way this choppa blast a nigga got somebody shouting “FINISH HIM”, but I finished her, left her throat clogged up, lay the pipe down again, now her back act up, break her back and then I break her ribs, thats my best feat nah thats a normal beat, way I run these streets surely you cab tell this aint new to me, trap off of an iPhone, make a library of a paycheck off my first song, hypnotized by this life, in Gods where I reside, in the money where my feelings coincide, got this beat wanting to comit suicide, this a do or die, ride or die, I can tell yous a rat imma need some pesticides, take your life the I break your wife, hunnid on the table top cant compete with how I live my life, I dont live off drugs only live off love, thats a lie can’t dedicate cause these hoes two face, batman pulling up batmobile no wraith, aint no travis scott so he aint clownin, in my sorrow yeah my soul drowning, swear these wish my head could catch a bounty, dont trust nobody not even those that claim they real fond of me, they the real backstabbers theyll do it without even frowning, but I aint lacking no this pistol pounding, leave em with a killer headache like jeffery dahmer bank account keep collecting commas, out for this kill might as well be monger, yeah they know I’m better they know I’m stronger know that in mind imma last way longer
Is he throwing up Gd ? Cuz I thought nlmb drop rakes
i had a easy time rapping on this beat it's so nice
777
How Can anemics start their day spitting straight flames
Money all im tryna gain
But ion mind weight
Every meal thats made
Bussin, kitchen stay with clean plates
Little letters, dare i say
Nothing i have said was fake
Knowledged up to date
Im good at staying out the way
Call me Sosa Payne
Im know for never switching lanes
Ion do them gangs
But then again im missing gang
Thing just not the same
My patna said he numb to pain
Wish i felt the same way
he has a niceeeeee smile 😃
This comment made me laugh 😆
0:08
This is by far one of the hardest beats max made
I think chasethemoney made it, max does have some hard shi though
GOOD LOOKS!!!