Hotel Freestyle Juice WRLD

[Part 1: Drake - Pound Cake/Paris Morton Music 2]

[Verse]
I say, "Nigga, where you at?"
I say, "Nigga, where you at?"
Say you wanna meet, be on the map
Pull up with the strap
Standin' with the guys ’cause the nina on my lap
Smokin', I've been gettin’ high
Shootin' niggas like it's craps
Used to shoot craps for some spare change
Now I'm ballin' out like I'm at a baseball game
Ksubi with the jean, I remember it was Balmains and robins with the wings
I'ma shooter with the chopper, nigga, you know I'm a king
Chris recording this, I’m freestylin’ on the scene
Freddy Krueger with that ruger, catch a nigga in his dreams
These niggas think I'm lackin’ just because I'm sippin' lean
I ain't lackin’ 'cause my brother got the choppa with the beam
He gon' pull up on yo' ass and put yo' ass on a dream
I'ma put you on a shirt
R. Kelly with yo' bitch 'cause I always wanna flirt
Boy yo' girl is like a sprinkler 'cause she always known to squirt
All the guys hit, that was on some side shit
Treat it like a T-Mobile phone, cause she a Sidekick
Never gave a fuck about these hoes, that's what I did
Pull up on yo' scene with the pole, guess what I did
I'ma put the bullet right between the nigga eyelids
I'ma get it poppin' like Proactive in this bitch
All these niggas fake, they be actin' and shit
I remember they was pourin' fake, actin' and shit
They was pourin' fake Act when I had the real Act'
And this is real Act', boy, this ain't no hit
I remember sellin' fake xans up in the school
All the white people like, who the fuck is this dude?
Somebody knocked on the door? Alright, bet
She finna get the food, I'm still finna murder shit
Freestyle off the top, these niggas never even heard of this
Ball like Julius Erving, I don't sip no Burbon
I'm blowin' up like a nigga wearin' a turban
I get cash all day, best believe
Tell all the opp niggas to rest in piss
Tell all of my guys to rest in peace
And tell the police that they ain't never arresting me
I already did my time for the crimes I committed
Now a nigga rich, I just gotta focus on millions
I'm tryna have me a mansion, a family, a couple children
I remember when I was just a broke civilian
I remember when my bro was sellin' brown shit
Had the whole block around the corner lined up
I remember opps tried to come into the stashbox
Foenem had the Glock and left 'em locked up
That's real shit, no lies, bruh
'Cause when I freestyle, shit, I can't make up
It's too real, all the shit that I say, bruh
My beats beats on Beats like Dr. J does
I mean Dr. Dre, my fault, I messed up
I mean, come on, a nigga gotta fess up
Right now I'm not worried 'bout bein' next-up
Yo' girl gon' give me everything from the neck up
I just want the mouth, but I still go down like I'm runnin' with the south
.40 goin' crazy, you know what I'm 'bout
Pull up on the scene, gun start to pounding
Fuck my surroundings, not aware of my surroundings
I'm high but I'm a dog, so I'm barkin', and I'm houndin'
I smoke 'til my eyes bleed, remember when I was hidin' it from my mom, Visine
Remember when niggas was—, ooh
I gotta catch that bitch again, I was tryna eat, hold on
I'ma do one more