Відео

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lol

She spazzed

Wait no ones said but that 4 year old said the n word lol

Another banger from the og

Off of the Molly, I'm bussin' I don't talk shit, I don't do no discussion Run up on me, then that Choppa is rumbling Ball on that bitch like the OKC Thunder Freestyle off the top it ain't nothin' Shit on that bitch, I think she need a plunger, uh I eat the beat like I'm hungry High off the bitch, I think I got the munchies, uh Percocet pop, got yo' bitch in the back and she giving me top in the Cadillac, uh Talkin' that shit 'til I pull up with Brodiе Ridin' that gun like a cattle back, uh Talkin' that shit 'til I pull up with Brodie You shoot at yo' facе and I [?], uh Hit you in the chest no asthma attack I don't got time for the battle rap, uh You'll come back when your done doing your hair? Bet that-

This is a vibe fr 🔥love this

Your sister needs too do the whole album

999❤

yo drop the link 4 dis file pls

Bro completely fixed this song

Bros back

soveone done best on earth 🦄 🐁🐅🙀

Yo this is sick lmao 😂😂😂

PARTY BY MYSELF🙏

This is the original song 🔥🔥

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Fireeeee

this made me laugh its soo good

So fire bro

slay

Fuck that shit Bitch I'm- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, huh Off of the Molly, I'm bussin' I don't talk shit, I don't do no discussion Run up on me, then that choppa is rumbling Ball on that bitch like the OKC Thunder Freestyle off the top it ain't nothin' Shit on that bitch, I think she need a plunger, uh I eat the beat like I'm hungry High off the bitch, I think I got the munchies, uh Percocet pop, got yo' bitch in the back and she giving me top in the Cadillac, uh Talkin' that shit 'til I pull up with Brodie Ridin' that gun likе a cattle back, uh Talkin' that shit 'til I pull up with Brodie He shoot at yo' facе and I bat yo' back, uh Hit you in the chest no asthma attack I don't got time for the battle rap, uh You'll come back when your done doing your hair? Bet that Hit him in his face, he forget that You know where the shit at, uh Run up in yo' trap, where the shit at? Huh Designer on me, no mismatch, uh Break the bitch off no KitKat, uh She get slapped like a pimp named Slipback Pull up on- Ooh I'm back on that Wok' You run up on me you get shot I kill a nigga like a white cop You run up on me then you get popped Choppa from Black Ops I'm gon' take stand like a black cop Man, I'm roaming with my mans Prolly in Japan Had to sleep on the flight, eleven hours off a Xan I used to pour the Wok', by the eighth, I was in a trance Had to stop it for a second, now I'm back hittin' that dance Back on that Wok', yeah, uh, back on that Wok', yeah, tuh Juiced up like 'Pac, yeah, juiced up like 'Pac, yeah, huh Back on that Wok', yeah, huh, you will get shot, yeah, huh I'm off the uppers, I don't give a fuck, Molly I pop, yeah, huh Ayy, huh, servin' them rocks, poppin' them rocks I got yo' bitch on my cock, huh Diamonds with rocks, nigga just stop I see the fake in yo' watch, huh You was a cop, you was an opp Fuckin' with me, you get popped, huh I go to Gucci, maybe Raf Simmons If a nigga wanna shop, uh Back on that Wok' again, yeah, hand on my Glock again, yeah Her mouth on my cock again, yeah, I keep on conquering, yeah I'm in the club with a .40, yeah Came in the club with my shorty, yeah My gun hot and horny, yeah, that's a different story, yeah Ayy, I ball out, feel like a Laker, bitch I sip the Henny, no chaser, bitch My gun is full of lead, ironic, 'cause it'll just get to erasing shit Fuck with niggas on that racist shit Run up on me, get to blazin' shit Jackie Chan kush in my Swisher, goddamn, I smoke 'til look like an Asian kid Aha-ha-ha-ha Back on that Wok' Back on the opps (on that wok, yeah) (Back on that Wok', yeah) (Back on the opps, yeah) Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-blaow-blaow I'm rollin' Back on my opp block, huh, pull up to the opp block, huh I need some top, top Run up on me got a Glock, Glock, huh Bitch on my cock, cock, huh Go and suck my cock, uh Just 'cause yo' boyfriend walked in the room, don't mean you can stop, nah, huh, ayy Shit, I'm gonna fuck her face 'til she get lockjaw, huh Hit her from the back so good, she screaming out, "Oh my God", huh Baby, I'm far from God, huh Really, I'm just being modest, huh I pray to God every day for forgiveness, I know sometimes I ain't that honest, huh I keep on flyin', I'm fly without tryin', they callin' that shit autopilot, uh Gun a librarian and a barbarian, bitch, yeah, it came with the silence, yeah I'm going hard off the Xanies and Percies, you lil' niggas just need to try it, huh Feel like Rick Ross or somethin', my pockets fat, they don't need no diet, ayy Feel like 2 Chains or somethin', with this new Draco, I'm gon start a riot, ayy Niggas talk stupid to me, It ain't nothin' for me to leave them dying, ayy Leave they momma cryin', ayy, families traumatized, ayy Presidential Rollie, see it through Obama's eyes, ayy I can't believe that nigga Trump is president for what? I mean the shit is kinda fucked up But I'm still rich so who give a fuck I can't say that, 'cause I care And I got niggas that's still in the trenches I can't pay for everybody, get the winnings They gotta get it to themselves, gotta get it, uh I'ma talk my shit and back it up Pull up in that all-black, black, Acura I shoot it too accurate, ironic, accurate in the Acura Talkin' that shit you can't catch us, uh You will need more than some backup, uh All my niggas be axing questions Like they throwing hatchets, uh, ayy Try us if you want, 'cause my niggas in the back And my niggas in the front, with a Mac, couple gats And a strap, better run, 'cause my niggas down to hunt I'ma treat you just like a Pigskin, go and punt Get the fuck out my face, I'm gon' pick up yo' bitch Get the fuck in her face All of my niggas be grippin' them K's You ain't talkin' no money, the fuck out my face I'm gon' chase to the bank, straight to the bank Remember I would run to the bank I used to follow the card crackers to the bank Couple of 'em robbin' the bank, holdup Ayy, back on that Act' Sippin' that Wok' 'til I asthma attack Run up on me, then I'm shootin' my Mac And my niggas get money, yeah, that is a fact Feel like Bobby Brown, I'm spittin' the crack Ain't get that bitch, get the fuck out my trap I fuck that bitch in the muhfuckin' back I hit that so good, she ain't know how to act, uh Like can I mess up? I don't know I gotta fess up, I mean I'm finna make a confession I mean the shit about progression I mean my word is my weapon I'm in the beat so good, yeah, taste so good I'ma come back for seconds I'm gonna kill a nigga, it's my preference I'm gonna send a nigga up to Heaven You Microsoft like Windows 7 I spit shit like a damn reverend I'm a young nigga like an adolescent I'm in school, I can teach a lesson I'm in the cut with a Smith & Wesson I got the bitch from the fucking west end I fuck that bitch in the fucking Westin, huh I'm up on tour, yeah, huh I'm back from tour, yeah, huh I'm back from tour, yeah, huh I'm back from tour, yeah, huh Remember my old Twitter handle, Juice Dior, yeah That was when I was broke Now they can call me Juice Dior, yeah AP my wrist, ayy, hmm Dick in yo' bitch, ayy, huh I told that bitch to act like a dog, just give me a lick, ayy, huh I know these bitches be bitches for real They burnin' like ticks, ayy So I had to use a rubber before I bend her over and hit, ayy, huh Back on that bitch, hmm Back on that cat again, huh Hittin' that cat again, huh, I'm up to bat again, huh I'm Barry Bonds with her friends, huh I just got in with twins, huh They sucked me up in my Benz, huh It was real, it wasn't pretend, huh Back on that Act' again I was flippin' them packs, yeah I was full of adrenaline Listening to Eminem Ridin' in that old- Ridin' in that old school Ram Now I pull up in new school Lamb' I don't really give a Hoover Dam But, I'm up in Amsterdam, smokin' that gas Countin' the cake, gettin' the cash Look at yo' bitch, I'm finna smash I record it while I hit from the back I remember I was pouring up green Now a nigga really pouring up Act' Now a nigga really poppin' them Mollies Rollin', rollin', I was up in the class I remember rollin' in gym class I remember rollin' doing gym laps I remember rollin' up in math class Yeah, told my teacher "had the last laugh" Rich as fuck on yo' bitch ass Yeah, teach, you a broke ass Yeah, man you faileds, tryna teach the whole class Yeah, came back on they broke ass Run up on me you get poked, yeah L-O-L, but this shit ain't no joke, yeah Run up on me, you know what I'm on Choppa on me, it's getting you gone I'm up in the Lambo it transform to a 'Rari That shit Megatron Light up just like Tron, hmm Put that dick in yo' mom, hmm W-W-W-dot, you ain't on shit dot com, hmm Run up on me, you done, hmm These niggas my sons, hmm My brother locked up, won't let that nigga out Just like Akon Back on that Wok', mhm Hand on my Glock, mhm Bitch on her knees, please, ooh She give me top, mhm I'm in the studio, wait, can you turn me up a notch, yeah I'm juiced up today, they callin' me young 'Pac, ayy AP my wrist, it costs 250 Even though my gang is 150 Run up on me then that choppa hittin' It came with equipped with a muhfuckin' titty Fuck a .30, bitch, I need me a .50 And fuck an auto, rather I'd have a Semi I can finger fuck the bitch how I want It'll shoot a nigga maybe, uh

999 Forever Juice We Miss You

It is so basic yet it goes so hard

Juice def made a song on this beat

May i drop a song to this ? Ill put your info in the credits, im GOODAFOO

yeaaa

do caliver next

she said the n word but not bitch?

Straight gas

JUST WHYYY 💀💀

Let's go, let's go Chasing the lean Let's go (Okay, okay) Chasing the lean, rotting my brain Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah Let's do it Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say Groupie hoes wanna come my way Come take this pic and get out my face Ran into my main thing Come take this dick and you can stay It's my year, year, year, codeine sip, no beer Holy shit, he's the shit, words from my peers Don't like me, you can suck a dick, that's how it goes around here Cowboy, oh yeah, big shooter in the air Drunky You wanna fuck me, bitch, then fuck me (let's do it) You wanna kill me, nigga, then buck me (let's do it) These niggas really want me dead (c'mon) I don't really think they that lucky (c'mon) I told my bitch I love her (I did) I hope she think I mean it (whoa) I wouldn't lie about that shit, trust me (At all) I wouldn't lie about street shit, trust me (At all) I wouldn't lie about drug shit, trust me (Oh no) See that drug shit hide the ugly (Oh no) And I ain't never been ugly, trust me (Oh no) Dicked up in her brain, concussion (Uh-huh) We had a Snoop Dogg discussion (We did) A sexual eruption (Smash) Open up them legs, I'm hungry Bank account eruptin' (Yeah) I need me a safe or something (Yeah) I'm a dirt bike riding junkie (C'mon) I don't need that Wraith for nothing (Let's go) But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin' (Skrrt) Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin' (All white) Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Uh) Just 'cause we black, that's how they comin' (Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12) Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say Groupie hoes wanna come my way Come take this pic and get out my face That champagne glass on my kitchen counter That's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades Wait wait wait, wait wait wait, nigga, wait Nigga, it's a wave, nigga, I'm a wave, you a slave To these chains, forgettin' about the road our forefathers paved But hey, who am I to talk? I'm AP gang, a hundred fifty on my wrist, no case Used to bein' afraid, uh, coke on the dinner plate, uh Brand new China set for the house, Versace dinner plates, uh What your mama tell you about gettin' involved? You got you a gun but you still too soft You ain't gon' shoot that bitch at all If I got it on me, I'ma let that bitch off Hot boy, young Lil Wayne shit, you see the socks boy Plus I'm a Glock boy, new clip Huggin' a thot, boy, givin' 'em top where they brain is I'm a rockstar lifestyle livin', dirt bike ridin', totin' stainless, I aim big Bank account eruptin' I need me a safe or something (I do) I'm a dirt bike riding junkie (Uh-huh) I don't need that Wraith for nothing (Skrrt skrrt) But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin' (Wrist) Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin' (Rape my wrist) Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Raid my crib) Just 'cause we black, that's how they comin' (I know it, yeah) Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say Groupie hoes wanna come my way Come take this pic and get out my face That champagne glass on my kitchen counter That's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades Let me switch it up on y'all fuck niggas, haha Dawn in denial, hey Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa Uh (Let's go) Double cup pleasure (Double) Can I feel this way forever? (Forever) It don't matter how fucked up I get off of the drugs Still giving my effort, all my effort Phone line going AWOL, I'm the plug now They act like my music is the new drug in town The bees knees (the bees knees), I am The bees knees (the bees knees), bitch, I am The bees knees It's hard for these hoes to stay away Now I got money, I can't afford loyalty 'Cause who the hell gotta pay for loyalty? Hey To do what I do, you need a whole team It's child's play to me, hey The bees knees, I am The bees knees, I am OC Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats Dust in the Benz, smokin' 'thrax Countin' up the racks, bitch, I'm the bees knees I'm OC Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats Dust in the Bentley, smokin' 'thrax Countin' up these racks, I'm the bees knees (I am the bees knees) Hah, hah Niggas not ready for this shit, homie Listen to Juice talk, he talkin' that talk 'Cause you talkin' to a boss That's real My fault, I'm high A death race for love I ain't just racin' for love though (No I'm not) My heart racin' My money racin' (facts), my mind racin' (facts) All black diamonds like I'm racist (huh, you dig?) "Lucid Dreams" still on your bitch playlist (yes sir) I took her and smiled and you lookin' like, "How could she say this?" Timeless music bitch (Thank God for me, me, me) Smokin' 'thrax, countin' racks (bees knees) No fuck racks, need a black card That's how I'm gon' show you I'm hard Yeah where the Percs at now? (Talk that talk, Juice, stop fuckin' with these niggas) I'm a businessman, so that mean I'm 'bout my business, man Preach, Amen (A businessman, I'm a businessman, nigga, a businessman, nigga) ID got that shit, this boy got that shit (No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap) I know y'all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin' basketball (Michael Jordan, Game 6, yeah yeah) We just ran a three man weave The bees knees Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Bryan Yepes / Chauncey A. Hollis / Dewayne Julius Jr. Rogers / Ernest Wilson / Jarad Higgins / Ryan Alex Martinez The Bees Knees lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

I made 5 diff songs on dis while freestyling the entire thing. I love dis bc it go hard asf

4 years since he passed man…he’s a legend to this day❤

Fire

can you do under 25

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I freestyled the whole 8 minutes, i have potential forshoe

Why does this actually go crazy🔥

What did you use to remake it? FL studio?

Cruisin round in a new drop top W yo bhhch in the front seat giving me top Funny how the pussy niggas be the ones to act tuff Ima pull up w some choppas nigga call they bluff Never gave no fucks, just the way i grew up Ever since i was young i was fucking on broads Pullin up 3 deep so we know hea run We dont even hop out

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ngl this better than the actual leak

One of the best Juice songs ever ❤

who let her cook?

Wtf

Juice died 4 years ago, your sister is 4 years old...Juice reincarnated?

Keep this unreleased 🔥🔥🔥🔥

U still have time to delete this