Part 1: Suge

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
In the zone
Transform like Megatron
Aye, fuck is you on?
Call of Duty the way that I spawn
You run up on me, Imma shoot
I aim my hand out the roof
You is a lie, I'm the truth
Superman when I walk in the booth
Fallin' out like a loose ass tooth
Run up on me Imma kill you and you
Aye, look
Your bitches, they sticky like glue
I fuck on that bitch then I disappear
That bitch did not have a clue
All of these niggas ain't gettin' no money
I know that they broke than a bitch
If you run up on me, then that chopper will hit you for real
Cause my niggas hear you talkin' shit, they gon' pull up on you
And this chopper, these pop like a pill
These niggas get killed, but I'm lit, aye
Run up on me, I'm lit, just like a Bic
Nigga you pop, just like a zit
Proactivis or something get popped like a zit
These niggas ain't shit but some hoes and some bitches, aye
I'm in my lane, no switchin', aye
I'm not the same nigga, I'm different, aye
Ball on 'em just like a Piston
March on a nigga, I'm army enlisted, aye
Fuck all the competition
I got more drive than Bugatti engines, aye

[Part 2]

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Gucci and Louis all over my brand new coats, mhm
Burberry, nigga, bad bitch
Breath heavy, on a ho, on a levy
I'm hot off of this medicine
Meditatin' on niggas
That chopper on me with a trigger that make a nigga hop like he was with Tigger
My niggas get money for real
Ain't talkin' bout Tommy but I got the figures
The Tommy inside the Hilfiger's
I pull it out spit like a pastor no scriptures
These niggas ain't shit but some bitches
I'm disappearin' on them just like a wizard
Bitch I'm the flame, nigga
Waka Flocka, oh let's do it I'm the Flame, nigga
Kool-Aid Jammer
Kool-Aid Jammer
I'm totin' the hammer
Free all my niggas locked up in the slammer
Just like a fruit, bitch I'm goin' bananas
Louis Vuitton
Louis Vuitton on the belt
Louis Vuitton on the shirt too
Run up on me get murked too
R. Kelly with that bitch, I may just go flirt, ooh
Nintendo Switch
I switch like Nintendo
Pull up on him
Rhymes off of the mental
Explode like pop when you drop one Mento, aye
Bitch I'm dope, no antidote
Pull up on the scene with a chop, with a .44
Pull up with a 4-0, hangin' out the four door
Dragon, like Komodo, pose like a photo
You already know doe
Audemar my wrist
Audemar wrist with the A-P
This so cold, run it back or replay me
Pull up on the scene, 4-4-4, Jay-Z
Hit a nigga with a combo, like pay me, fuck you
Pull up on the scene like Imma buck you
Knuck if you buck, run up on me I buck too
Chopper on me and it cost like a buck or two
Heh, fuck you
Where you see yourself in two years?
Where I see myself in two years?
Shittin' on all my peers, the ones that wish that they were right here
A lot of shit changed since last year
I'm not the same nigga as last year
Last year was a broke year, but the next year I'll be the most here
Options
Got options, like what am I coppin'?
Where do I wanna go shoppin'?
Like you said, I got options
The money is stacked in my pocket
The money, yeah that is an option
The streets, that's not an option
I made a whole 'nother option
Freddy Krueger
Freddy Krueger, when I tote the Ruger it's a scary sight
Run up on me, nigga you could die tonight
I ain't never ever had stage fright
Hop up on the stage, then I take lives
Grab the mic, fresh to death, Gucci in the afterlife
I'm in the Ghost like the Poltergeist
Triple 9, still fuck the pastor's wife
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Thank God for the blessings
Woah, woah, woah, woah
In the cut totin' on a Smith & Wesson
I heard you're hungry, so my Glock got the munchies
It'll give your ass seconds
Do you wanna get shot or stabbed? Nigga it's a choice
It's a preference
Activis I just been sippin'
These niggas got a foot out or something, they trippin'
You run up on me then I'm ballin' like Scotty
That didn't rhyme, so guess I'm ballin' like Pippin
Aye, huh
Bitch I'm limpin' like I'm pimpin'
Bathing ape on me, I'm chimpin', uh
Niggas basic, bitches basic, why you so fuckin' simple?

[Part 3: Light It Up]

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD, B.Lou, ZIAS!]
Light it up, light it up, yeah
Aye, aye, aye
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Shoutout to-
We in L.A., chillin' with Juice (Chilling with Juice)
Pop me a perc (Pop me a what?), it give me a boost, (It give me a boost) it give me a boost (It give me a boost)
The drank got me loose, aye, ooh
Chopper kicking just like Bruce (Like Bruce, like, yeah, yeah)
Bruce Lee, I be just wet like a jet-ski (Woo!)
Nigga, broke niggas is my pet peeves, yuh (Uh)
Yeah
All these broke niggas is my pet peeves
Don't take a lot to convince me
Cause these niggas too full of envy
Led like a pencil, no writing utensil
This off of the dope, this is off of the mental
I get the money, I stack it for sho' doe
Pull up on the scene, it's just me and my bro bros
Runnin' through the Six like Drake with the woes
I'm in the paint like Shaquille O'Neal, you throw me the rock then I post
I got a chopper on me, no shield, nigga I'm overexposed
Imma shoot it and then I reload
And these niggas they not on shit (Doo, doo, doo, doo)
How do I know? I already know
Aye, I pass it to bro, you see he-he finna score (Yeah)
You already know that when he was plottin' I just threw an 'oop on the low (Yeah)
You know that I catch it, just like I catch a nigga in traffic (Yeah)
Pull up on him with a Magnum, then I pull up on his bitch with a Magnum
One is a gun and one is a condom, I guess a nigga got standards
Shit on that bitch all day like, "Goddamn, Juice WRLD don't got no manners"
What I say earlier? Fuck school, I was rolling weed in my planner
They don't want smoke with me
L-O-L, these niggas just a bunch of jokes to me
Really I'm rich as a bitch and they broke to me
Just how it's supposed to be, just how it's supposed to be
Standin' over that nigga, I'll shoot him (Ah, freestyle)
I'm in the cut, totin'
Yeah, I got my Ruger, these niggas ain't shit but some motherfuckin' hoes
And these hoes be leeches, thots, and cougars
I don't got time for it
I got my girlfriend and she spin me around like a whirlwind
See, me and her we money twirlin'
Imma throw her in the room while she twerkin'
Put in work, uh
Slip on me shit, like a serpent, uh
Snakes in the grass, fuck a serpent, uh
That nigga a whole different person, I see him lurkin', blaow!