Coachella Freestyles Juice WRLD (Ft. Cordae)

[Part 1]

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Gon' blick him up
If she wanna take a flick with us, we gon' flick it up
If she wanna take some dick from us, we gon' dick her up
Probably call you in like 20 minutes to come pick her up
She was sober when we hit it, she wanted to liquor up
I don't let these bitches get high before they take this dick
Next you know they be on the news sayin' we tried to rape that bitch
I don't got time for a nigga, I just got time for a nigga
I don't got time for a nigga, uh, I don't got a dime for a nigga
I just got bullets for a nigga, I just rhymes for a nigga
If you willing to pay for these features I may make time for that nigga
Man I spaz on every track nigga, I run this shit like track nigga
I run this shit like white police tryna catch up to a black nigga
All I do is pour Act' nigga, Wockhardt with the Klonopins
With the Hi-Tech, it ain't no Act' left
You trippin' we say he sniff Act' nigga
Unless he one of them big homies
Run up on me you get smoked, just like zig on me
L-O-L its a joke, all you niggas broke, you need a fix homie
Run up on me you get hit, chopper too big like a hit, stick on me
Feel like Madden with the hitstick
Lil' nigga you can get hit homie, I'm lit like Bic homie
She suck my dick homie, then she asked for a pic homie
I ain't finna take no pic wit' a ho, I know these bitches be clout chasin'
I think about like a million things at once, nigga I be mind racin'
These niggas ain't shit but some mouses, they be rat racin'
I was in my trap whippin' up shit with the baking soda
Bitch, my dick up in her throat just like a Jeera Cola
I gave her nine months to get rid of that now she got a baby stroller