Murder Rate Freestyle 2 Lyrics – Juice WRLD

Read the full Murder Rate Freestyle 2 lyrics by Juice WRLD along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Juice Wrld’s music, you can also explore Time and Whoa (Mind in awe) [Remix], two other songs by Juice Wrld.

[Verse]
Yeah, I’m finna kill me a track
You run up on me, I’ma shoot, (??) ruger, my gun on my lap
I’ma ball on that ho, boy, you know what we at
B!tch, I’m off of the MAC, I be high, I be stumbling off of the flat
Boy, you know where my MAC at
If I catch you, I kill you
That choppa on me when I walk in the building
All of these n!ggas ain’t s*it but some b!tches
I know it ’cause all of these n!ggas be tripping
I’m on my way to Rolling Loud
Just so I could turn up the crowd
Run up on me, I’ma gun ya down
Best believe, you are my son, wow
Yeah, hot like the sun, wow
Locked up, bars, Akon, pow
Hit a n!gga with a AK, pow-pow
N!ggas stand up just to get a man down
Stand up guy even when I sit down
Run this s*it then, n!gga, I’m the s*it now
I’m a damn king, need a god damn crown
I’m the best n!gga, (??) when I go around
Talking that s*it out the back of them
Shooting them shots out the Accura
All of my n!ggas aim accurate, plus I be passionate
All of these n!ggas ain’t s*it
Opportunities, they passing
I don’t give a fu*k, n!gga, I’m ’bout that action
Down to catch a fu*k n!gga lacking
Up in traffic, pull up in a four door black tint
Funny n!gga toting on a MAC-10, let a n!gga have it
All I do is reek havoc
All of my n!ggas, they savage
New automatics, I catch ’em down, gon smoke ’em
If I don’t got a gun, I smack ’em, that’s just how it happen
Yeah, huh, get back, you will get hit like a pimp named Slick Back
Huh, break a b!tch off with the d!ck quick, like I’m flicking out kit-kats