Walk It Out (Freestyle) Juice WRLD (Ft. Ski Mask the Slump God)

[Freestyle Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God & Juice WRLD]
RuPaul (Uh-huh)
Black body Benz like a 8 ball (Uh-huh, Evil Twins)
I’ma run a race, like I'm RuPaul
Okay, okay, okay, I'm off percs right now, I'm dizzy
You gon’ miss me when I'm gone, yeah, you heard Drizzy
Pull up on the scene Choppa finna get busy (Busy)
I’ma get to bubblin' like a bottle of a IZZE
Ayy, I just pulled up with a new stizzy (Ayy!)
Look at my Glock and it got a new muzzle (Ayy!)
I got the sauce, uh, like Drizzy (Drizzy, uh)
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, look, look, like steak sauce, get drippy
Niggas talking stupid 'til they ass end up missing
On a milk carton, with they mom calling for attention
Should’ve had your kid up out that fuckin’ detention
Niggas talk stupid 'til they ass get missin’ (Bitch)
Put they ass on a T-Shirt and it’s dissin’ (Bitch)
I ain’t dissin’, these niggas, yeah, they bе pimpin’, I'm Scottie fuckin’ Pippen, with, niggas get that, likе
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, beam me up Scotty', ten mollies in my body
I’ma bomb, Suicide Rock, kamikaze
Pull up on yo' mom, like a rockstar, Ozzy
She gon’ ride my dick just like a Mazdi
Zoom, zoom, [...] dick like a witch and a broom, broom
Player gang shit, to a boss 'cause I'm too cool
Nah, bitch, I'm too bool, yeah, I got slimes in the room, what you gon' do?