[Dj Mouv]

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Alright
Yeah, huh
Uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, wait, Juice WRLD, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
We in Paris, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD: Niska - Réseaux]
Shit this rap shit is a passion
I'm gon' let 'em have it
Loaking wit my automatic, uh
They don't want no static
Run up on me, it get tragic, uh
I've been wreaking havoc
Feelin' like a super savage, uh
Grippin' automatics
Swear to god that's on my life
I could probably go fuck your wife
Double back and I hit her twice
In the Ghost like the Poltergeist
My flow go super bray
I say that shit all-day
In the cut like oh no-no-no
He got a brand new AK, uh
My flow go so crazy though, uh
Yo' bitch on her knees swallowin' all my babies, ho
Choppa like a earthquake shake like Haiti, ho
Not no Xbox, you can't fucking play me, ho
.444 gun, I feel like I'm Jay-Z, ho
Fuck your bitch, hell nah, I just wanted the fellatio
Hit it one time then I gotta go told her "That I gotta go" Uh
Snakes up in her eyes look like G.I. Joe
I'm a giant when I'm in my mind feel like fee-fi-fo
Rollie from a different time zone
After trapping off of my iPhone, I done threw away my phone
I was back on my new shit, get her wetter than a cruise ship
Fuck the bitch, I'm finna beat it up, yeah, beat the pussy, I abuse it
Beat it up and I'm ruthless, In a foreign it's roofless
Freestyling, I do dis, I spit like I'm toothless
Pull up on 'em like damn, bitch, hail gun in my hand, bitch
I'ma up that yam, bitch, bad bitch I may cram it
I can rap forever, water whippin', I can trap forever
These niggas be fake, they act forever
I'm pouring up lean-to act forever, uh
That is no matter the weather
Bitch, I'm so cold that you making a sweater, uh
I say that shit for the better, uh, I'ma say that shit forever, uh
Look at the way that I rap on the beat, I feel like a master
Graduate with flows, I think I need master's
Put your head inside of the plaster
Got no father I'm a bastard, uh
Yeah, that's how it happened
On these beats to busy snapping, uh
Ya, too busy rapping, uh, huh, uh

[Break]
Dj Mouv
Let's switch

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD: Kalash - Koussi Koussa]
Mhm
Uh, uh
Feeling like the champion, uh
I said I'm feeling like a champion, uh
I said I'm feeling like a champion, uh
I said I'm feeling like a--, uh
I'm feeling like the best to ever do it
Got these niggas looking stupid
If I pull up I'ma shoot it
I'ma ball like Tyler Ulis
Got yo' bitch I may just do her
Hit the pussy with Hadouken's
I'ma leave a nigga shook when
That Choppa take his soul
I promise you that I'm the best
Ain't nobody better than me
And your bitch I get her wet
You can't get her wetter than me
I'ma pull up with a TEC, uh
Buss it like a semi
Hardaway I'm ballin' out, uh
I'm feeling like Penny
Of the dome, I'm rippin' it, kickin' it
Hop like ribbit
Lil' nigga, you run-up
I'ma just hit 'em
My choppa smoke 'em like swishers
My flow is extravagant
Really, it is extravagant
Really, I am gargantuan
Really, I am the champion
Niggas faker than manikins
Walk in the sky like Anakin
Dogging bullets like Flanigan
Gucci all on my flannels
I'm wearing 'preme 5 panels
With niggas that I was skating with
Really, my choppa take yo' ass out like a double date and shit, silly
Uh, boy my flow is perfect
I ball out like Julius Erving
Snakes in the grass I can see me a serpent
I'ma turn into a whole different person
Off of the perkys
Even when I'm laid off I'm working
Even when I'm laid off she twerking
On my dick that bitch slurping, uh
Ya, ya, ya

[Breal]
Dj Mouv
Ok, now we got a classic
A real french classic

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD: Suprême NTM - Ma Benz]
Everything up, ok
I like this beat
These niggas ain't, uh, uh, uh
These niggas ain't, mhm
It's about time I start spazzing on they ass
Fucking with the cash it'll leave ur ass up in the past
Matter fact I may just leave you in a body bag
And if you still alive you gon' be walking in a body cast
Hospitalized and all these fucking guys
That want to come against me, I promise you it's empty threats I don't fuck with this shit but I fuck on your bitch
She can suck on my dick, then, swallow my kids
Big gun on my hip, I hollow my tips
Pull up on the scene and shots at ur lip
Niggas talking like they tough but they not on shit
Boy I feel like LeBron, so just set a pick
I'ma dunk on a bitch
My flow super cold, and it's Taylo' swift, right
Pull up on the scene with that gun on my hip, right
Knife in the shoe too, I'ma pull it out then, stab him and stab you
I do what I do, punch shit like Tae Bo
Guns in my pocket, drugs in my vitals
Put that on a Bible, these niggas is indecisive
I can fuck that bitch then I kick her out fuck a title, uh
Kick her out, yeah, I kick her out fuck a title, uh
Kick her out, yeah, I kick her out fuck a title
The way I kick the verse, it's looking like Karate
And if you looking for me I'm putting dick in your mommy
I'ma run just like a track meet, maybe like an athlete
One, two, three, four million, count it like math geek
My flow is intricate, close to the beat I'm intimate
Killing it, really I'm just 'bout infinite shit like Eminem
I'm the best I be rippin' it, nigga rest in piece
Or rest in piss, don't you dare disrespect me
I got the gun on my hip I'ma use it
Like a toilet, I'm shitting on these losers
I don't really give a fuck what you doing
You not my bitch could give a fuck who you screwing
I get the cash every day I get the blues in
I get the Percs every day I take the blues in
I take a couple blue pills with a couple gin listening to Minuteman
Yeah, I'm a dapper dan and a rapper fan
Arm in it, Carter, like Vince Carter, a Raptor fan
I spit facts, I double back and I rap again
I flip crack, I double back and I trap again

[Verse 4: Juice WRLD: 113 - Tonton du bled]
These niggas fake then a bitch they loved to act again
I skywalker up on this shit, I feel like Anakin
I said that I had to bring it back it's super cold
I rapping on some new shit, the beats are super old
You run up on me, Choppa on me, It'll leave you froze, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, It'll leave you froze
I expose niggas and I expose hoes
I change a motherfucker like a wardrobe
.40 get to sneezing like it got a bad cold
Full of shit they call me Juice Wrld the asshole
The cashflow will make a bitch drop her ass low
She ride dick like a motherfucking lasso
See my flow is oz like Todo
I look at the price then I pay the toll doe
I'm not a nigga, I'm a motherfucking mogul
You don't believe me, I will motherfucking show you
She look at me like I will motherfucking blow you
I know boo so come through
I play that bitch like a Gameroom
This new coupe got a fucking mont' sunroof
I pull up, Choppa on me what that gun do
Good luck nigga
I'ma bully in these streets, huh
Like a vet but I'm a rookie in these streets, huh
I'm a vegetarian when it come to beef
I don't even want it I just pass it to the chiefs
Man, listen
I'm balling like Demar, I'm not fucking missin'

[Break]
Dj Mouv
Something different

[Verse 5: Juice WRLD: Alonzo - La Belle vie]
Come on
Uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Bitch, I'm, uh-huh
Boolin' up in Paris with some niggas, uh
Boolin' up in Paris with some-
Uh, boolin' up in Paris with some niggas from Chicago
Pull up on the scene Choppa on me with a .40, ayy
Fire like a dragon no Komodo, woah
Why she sucking on my dick in a photo
I'on even want her you can have her
I'on got no father, nigga, I'm a rich bastard
Ballin' on these niggas like I'm in the fucking Raptors
You don't want smoke, nigga, you don't want cancer, uh
I can rap on anything, anything
Married to the money need a wedding ring, wedding ring
Bitch, I got real diamonds you at burger king, burger king
Run up in your crip that's a burglary, burglary, uh
Wordplay don't play it all, uh, uh
Perc pop, I don't do the Adderall, uh, uh
Knock, Knock, really need to knock it off, slob on my knob, yeah
Girl you need to slob me off, uh, uh
Pull up on the scene with the roof off, uh
Red beam on the gun, feel like Rudolph
Choppa hit your face and yo' mouth tear yo' tooth off, uh, uh
Hell, yeah that bitch'll tear yo' tooth off, uh, uh, uh
Listen to the way that I flow on it
Walk into the club take your ho on it, uh, uh
Spend 10k all on clothes on it, uh, uh
Pull up on the scene with that rollie on me, uh, uh
Yeah, fresh motherfucker, fresh to death breaking bad
Crystal meth mother fucker
Take a sec, throw the pass, intercept motherfucker
Got a bitch on her knees giving me neck motherfucker, uh, haha

[Break: Juice WRLD & Dj Mouv]
I got some sugar, some sweetness
No beat, only sugar (Haha), alright?
Try this one (Holy, holy shit, hahaha) try this one
Mouv', Mouv', Mouv'
DJ Muxxa

[Verse 6: Juice WRLD: Dudju - Reine]
Uh
I don't wanna, uh, uh, fall down
Uh, I don't wanna, nuh, uh, fall down, uh
I ain't finna fall down
Fourth-quarter, shorty, I'ma ball out
Don't go to work, baby, call out
Ain't no waitin', no stall now
I'm finna ball out
Fourth-quarter, shorty, no call outs
Don't go to work, baby, just call out, uh
In the bedroom, all out
Percs on the counter I can't wait to take 'em
Blunts on the counter I can't wait to face it
Bad lil' bitch, yeah she be my favorite
All my songs they all on her playlist
I'on really know how to say it but I'ma say it
I'on really know if she take it but she can take it
I'on slow it down unless I'm in the matrix
Presidential brain that bitch like, Sarah Palin
Here it go
I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago
I thank God every day for it, it's a miracle
In the trap house singing negro spirituals, yeah
Aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap, goin' entry lining
Pull up on 'em with the Rollie, that's perfect timing and
I guess that means that the stars aligning, uh
Gun sing like CeCe Winans
Change shit just like the climate
Sit back in my seat, reclining
I call that shit perfect timing
I'm in another country getting new money
My money had depression, yeah, that's blue money
Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or somethin'
Until I smoked a pack and then I blew or somethin', uh, uh
Listen to the way that, I flow on this shit is off the top, like a wave cap
Pull up on the scene and you get knocked like the bass back
Put the Mac-11 bullet where yo' fucking face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat
And that's where the bitch put her face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat
And that's where the bitch put her face at

[Break: Juice WRLD & Dj Mouv]
Okay, I last?
Yeah, let's do it
Let's try something Afro
Alright
I got a Afro vibe
Mouv', Mouv', Mouv'
He throwing on every type of beat
Alright, let's see if I can pop a Juice on there
DJ Muxxa
Mouv', Mouv', Mouv'

[Verse 7: Juice WRLD: Aya Nakamura - Comportement]
Alright
Yeah I know, ain't the same dude that you seen before
Knock, knock, knock, yeah, I'm at your front door
Need your love, yeah I need some more, uh
Don't let me get in my mode
Baby, we can make a movie, oh
Ball like Ricky Rubio
I'on got time for a stupid, ho
Broke my heart, fuck is a cupid, ho? Uh
Fuck is you doing, ho?
Fuck my friends, fuck who is screwing, ho? Uh
Fuck is you doing, ho?
Library book you overdo it, ho, uh
What is you doing, ho?
Fucking my friends who is you screwing, ho? Uh
What is you doing, ho?
Fucking my friends, who is you screwing, ho?
I'm in my own lane, playing my own game
Let's play, let's play
I do my own thing, diamonds on my chain, ok, ok
I'm in my lane, I love my lane, my lane
Playing my games, playing mind games, mind games
Everyday just like a studio
Got some dreads in my head like I'm Coolio
This is Gucci which mix with the Pucci, though
I ain't really rocking no Pucci, ho
I ain't really rocking no Fuji, ho
I'm getting water like Fiji, ho
I'm getting water like Fiji, ho
Get her wet now that bitch need a squeegee, ho
With my brother like Mario, Luigi, ho
Pull up on 'em my choppa is down to blow, yeah
Have him shaking like a red nose, uh, uh
Have him shaking like a red nose
No Adidas give 'em shell toes
She said she love me I responded back, hell, no
Bitches stick to me like velcro

[Break: Juice WRLD & Dj Mouv]
Mouv', Mouv', Mouv'
Have you ever rap on that kind of beat?
Nah, that was my first time ever doing that
That's was your first time?
In Life
Ok, one more
Come on
Not Afro, not Trap
Come on
Ok, one more
Mouv', Mouv', Mouv'
D-d-d DJ Muxxa
Damn
Mouv'

[Verse 8: Juice WRLD: Ninho - Roro]
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, bitch, huh, bitch, uh, yeah, huh
Huh
(Mumbling)
This ain't none of yo' business, bitch, the fuck is you on? Uh
I have a blunt and I have a perc, I feel like I'm gone, uh
Transforming that car, what the fuck is this car, It's a Megatron, uh
I feel like I'm Call of Duty with the Uzi the way that I spawn, uh
I feel like yo' father is something the way that I fuck on yo' mom
Uh, and every day I wake up praying to god for some of them commas
I'm on the come-up, daring a nigga to run-up
I'm in the cut with a gun up
Hot like the sun I ball like the OKC thunder
Shit, under that bitch need a plunger
I swear that I'm hungry, I'm high off the shit I got munchies
I'm high off the shit I got munchies, uh, yeah
It's Givenchy, Abercrombie, I wear it
No Abercrombie, uh, ayy
I pick the flow up, mixing the Henny and lean I'm a throw-up
Lean on my hip I can't wait I'm a pour-up, uh
.40 on me I'm a show-up
.40 on me you don't want no smoke
LOL to the bank but it ain't no joke
I'm a rich ass nigga and they too broke
I'm a hit the pitch like a fucking high note
Michael Phelps in the shit make her hit a backstroke, uh, uh
Throwing bands what the fuck is you tryna shake yo' ass fo', uh
All the way turnt up
Got damn, this the brand new Rosco Dash flow, uh, uh
I'm a catch this bitch hold on, uh
Look
I feel like a poet, I'm spazzing
That .40 on me fire just like a dragon
I'm off of the Xanax, I really be dragging
I don't fuck with niggas I swear they be maggots
Get off of me, uh
I get the money monopoly
Ain't talking money I don't do the talking
All of my niggas get money
You run up, I'm gunning
Don't take this shit from me, uh
High off of everything
Married to money that bitch need a wedding ring
Move on the better thing, move on the wetter thing
I got Berreta on me, let Berreta sing
I get the cheddar for real like a rat
Run up when we round applause you get clapped
I got that gun like I'm Santa or somethin'
Christmas, Hell, yeah, on my lap
Shake up with my guys no dap, mhm
Believe that, hmm

[Outro: Juice WRLD & Dj Mouv]
Thank you, very much Juice
For being with us, yeah
Thanks, for having me, lit
Freestyle was hard
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Very hard
Anytime you want, anytime you're in Paris you come in the Mouv' live club
When you come
Man, I'ma always stop by here