Juice Wrld Cheese and Dope Freestyle Instrumental

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  • Опубликовано: 26 окт 2024

Комментарии • 31

  • @juangonzalez-po1xy
    @juangonzalez-po1xy Год назад +73

    Who came here right after hearing his freestyle 🔥

  • @User-9f4ej124
    @User-9f4ej124 4 месяца назад +3

    This is old school

  • @vaughnmohaddess
    @vaughnmohaddess Год назад +4

    What's up L boi

  • @KilledMyDemons999
    @KilledMyDemons999 Год назад +15

    U kno there’s a actual instrumental of it right?

    • @YvngJester
      @YvngJester Год назад +2

      what is it called

    • @KilledMyDemons999
      @KilledMyDemons999 Год назад +2

      @@YvngJester look up cheese and dope project pat instrumental

    • @GETOFFMYPORCHYOUFUCKINGTOMATO
      @GETOFFMYPORCHYOUFUCKINGTOMATO 11 месяцев назад +1

      Yeah this beat isn't the same. Wheres the real instrumental at?

    • @KilledMyDemons999
      @KilledMyDemons999 11 месяцев назад

      @@GETOFFMYPORCHYOUFUCKINGTOMATO look at my other comment above this one and yours

  • @fosely1x
    @fosely1x Год назад +9

    Everybody doin' that Cheese and Dope Challenge on Instagram, that's funny
    You what I'm sayin'? You know that shit? (What?)
    Cheese and dope shit, that Project Pat (Yeah)
    [Verse: Juice WRLD & Ally Lotti]
    Bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better
    I do better, I do better, I do better, I do better
    You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight?
    Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather (Ha-ha-ha)
    Look at the way I'ma spit this shit, look at the ways to hit them licks
    I was back in the Chi', I was runnin' through the 6, like Drake, but I don't got no woes for shit
    Pull up on the scene with the chopper, like, "Damn", nigga shoot him in his face, but it hit his bitch
    All I know is get the cash and stack it, yeah, after that make you flip
    Smokin' on dope, smokin' on dope, sellin' that dope, I'm in the trap
    Used to have brown in a bag, used to serve it out my lab
    Fifty more dollars, had to pay to get high in my house
    But if you was tweakin', fuck it, load that clip, when I kick you out
    I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
    I got P's, coke, and some killers at the door
    Niggas fake, lip syncin', Milli Vanilli on these hoes
    I'm just poppin' like a wheelie, like Meek Milly on a go, ayy
    Off of the molly, I'm a whole different person
    Snakes in the grass, but I see the serpent
    Run up on me, I get to murkin'
    Gun is a bird, it get to chirpin'
    Ooh, ayy, ayy, she tell me I'm pretty, I say, "I'm prettier in person", ooh, ayy
    I thank God every day, he bless me with this discernment, uh
    I see demons, I see demons, I see angels, uh
    My eyes are like cameras, and I see it from different angles, uh, ayy
    Run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayy
    Boy, this bitch Hot Pocket, huh, yeah, I got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy
    Project Pat, uh, I'm a project kid, uh
    Hit you in yo' stomach, bullets, you digestin' it
    I never had no Section 8, no, I lived in that Section A
    UP universe park, that's where I was at, that's where we fuckin' stayed, ayy
    We was in Cal' Park, ayy, uppin' the hunnids, ayy, ayy
    Niggas in Rosen, ayy, ayy, gettin' that money, ayy, ayy
    Over east up in the streets, actin' grimy, ayy, ayy
    I ain't Thug, but some my niggas'll get real slimey, ayy, ayy
    Huh, .40 with that 30, I deserve it
    I'm ballin' for that green, I'm shootin' on my Larry Bird shit
    Niggas know what's up, I'm in the kitchen, like I'm Keurig
    Whippin', whippin', flippin' chickens, Harold's to the churches
    Niggas know what's up with me, in the kitchen with the cutlery
    Ballin', Jimmy Butler, rushin', I was Chrissy Tucker, please
    Get the fuck back, 'fore we fuck up 'yo set
    Droppin' sets, loading Tec's
    Hit your face and yo' neck
    Bitch, I'm ballin', don't need rebounds, I'm dunkin' on the bitch
    Up in school, I couldn't do no work, I was flunking in that bitch
    High as fuck, off Xans, sleep in class, fuck the work
    Matter fact, after class, I was probably selling work
    I had Addy's for the $30, I had Vyvanse for the $10
    I had all types of Xans, I used to pass up to my friends
    Who get high up beside lunch, after that, probably skip school
    I was ridin' 'round the city with my motherfuckin' tool, uh
    Used to leave the 'burbs, go back to the city
    Gun with a pretty pea coat, Pretty Ricky
    You get shot in yo' back, if you think this shit sweet
    Mask on me, it ain't Halloween, still Trick or Treat
    All these hoes wanna fuck on me, they can't get dick for free
    Matter fact, can't get dick at all, 'cause these bitches ain't for me
    They be triflin', they be triflin', tryna rob, tryna scheme
    If a bitch tryna set me or my brothers up, might leave her on the scene, uh
    See, my gun is bisexual, it also knows a lot of big words, it's perplexual
    See, bitch, I be flexin', and my life is on a pedestal
    I'm just like KISS or sum', I got that heavy metal, and I'm rockin'

  • @TheIcemanthomas
    @TheIcemanthomas Год назад +10

    This is 3-6 mafias beat

  • @paxbeatz711
    @paxbeatz711 Год назад +4