Rental (Freestyle) Juice WRLD

[Verse 1]
I love to skate, I love the friends
I'ma fuck this bitch from the backend
I'ma fuck this bitch from the backend
In the trap, whippin', I got packs in
Studio like a traphouse, crackin'
Might prefer tonin' to my bestfriend
I'ma probably put dick in intestines
I'ma probably put dick in intestines
I'm feelin' like a king, champion
Vetements on the pants, champion
I feel like a real nigga, you a mannequin
Walkin' 'cross the sky high, I feel like Anakin
Dodgin' bullets all day, I feel like Flanigan
Uh, Gucci and Louis all on my flannels then
Uh, 'Preme all over my 5 Panel, yeah
Used to skateboard back as a kid
Coolin' back at the crib
For the red coats listenin', boy, I'm back at the brib bickin' back
Talkin' dumb, get it in, choppa stick you like a motherfuckin' pen or a needle or a tack
Bitch, I'm under attack, off the Percs, they gon' beat me to death 'cause I love how they feel
Momma scared that I may overdose on the house on the hills with a stomach full of pills
I ain't trippin', I'm just livin'
I'll fuck her, put her on the ad-libs, ad-hitter
I may just fuck her, then add her sister, I'm realer
Adolf with the gun, uh, no Hitler
I'ma ball on they ass, yeah, I'm in her
Left her drunk like Rosé, uh, straight liquor
But I don't need 'em drunk, ah-ha
I ain't Bill Cosby, I'm not that type of guy, uh
Freestyle flows, I could rap, for real
You can catch me boolin' in the trap, for real
They sleep on me, take a nap, for real
And I don't give a fuck where you at, for real
I grew up with them niggas that'll shoot to kill
I feel like Fresh Prince 'cause it's in my will
And I understand what you don't
Uh, I'll fuck the bitch, but you won't, you can't
She a baddie, paid for her ass, so now she got a fatty
Outer space, high off of the Percs, I'm on Saturn
I could fuck your bitch and leave, it really don't matter
Try me if you wanna, you can get smoked like Marijuana
Grew up with niggas on the corner
Brother locked up, money on his book, sporters
Chef Boyardee, up in the kitchen, cookin' orders
Pimp slap you, now yo' ass talkin' with a disorder
Huh, movin' money faster than them niggas 'cross the borders
I'm a type of nag who'll burn it down in that order
I'ma ride—, uh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh
She a rider, and she feelin' suicidal, uh
Heroin, she gon' put it in her vitals
I'm her hero, but she indecisive, uh
We could have anything, but I don't need a title, uh
Put that on my life, uh, rifle of the Bible, uh
Kinda indecisive, uh, kinda indecisive, uh
Worried 'bout my life, rifle of the Bible, uh
Kinda indecisive, uh, kinda indecisive, uh
Worried 'bout my life, rifle in the Bible, uh
Kinda indecisive, uh, kinda indecisive, uh
Worried 'bout my life
You should be worried 'bout yo' wife, yeah
All these hoes trif'
Feelin' like Lil Yachty, only give her one night
Chicago to LA, I just took the first flight
Try me if you want, trust me, you gon' die
Leave you traumatized, put that on my life
Talent for days, off the Percs, fightin', got balance for days
Niggas scared to vote, there's a ballet for reasons
I don't give a fuck 'cause it's not my season
Ballin' on these hoes, boy, you know I need it
Ain't on her period, she thought she was bleedin'
Beat it up good and bad at the same damn time
Then done got arrested for the same damn crime
Then I built up on the fuckin' dime
Try me, that's okay, I send a nigga for your life
Feel like I'm the man, (*Mumble*), right?
Buckle up, fuck it, it's gon' be a long ride, uh