Murder Rate Freestyle 3 Lyrics – Juice WRLD

Read the full Murder Rate Freestyle 3 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 In The Summer and Murder Rate Freestyle 4, two other songs by Juice Wrld.

[Verse]
Balling lil’ Percs, sound like Moroccans, yeah
Rose on my hip, Waka Flocka, yeah
I’m in the cut wit’ my choppa, yeah
I’m in my Sprinter and I got ’em sprinting
Usain Bolt, b!tch, I be winning, yeah
She look like Eath to me
‘Cause easily, I got your b!tch sinning
Yeah, colder than winter
I put a wood in that b!tch, now that b!tch got a splinter, yeah
You is a rat, 6ix9ine-ass n!gga, no Master Splinter, yeah
B!tch, I’m a winner, b!tch, I’m the best
Metta World Peace, like Ron Artest
Ain’t talking like a ref, but if you act foul, I’ma hit yo ass wit’ this TEC
Flow so smooth, huh
Dance in yo’ b!tch and she loving my groove, huh
She say that I’m so stylish
She wanna suck my d!ck while I keep on my shoes, yeah
Yeah, ayy, Jordan Fours, Fives, Sixes, Sevens and Twos, huh, ayy
Elevens, Nines, well yeah, I do got a few, huh, ayy
Let’s go, this beat bang like Metro
Sticky weed like a schedule, huh
I’m a rockstar, heavy metal, huh
Pulling strings, I feel like Geppetto, huh
I just did a show, let’s go, huh
I’m sending money to the ghetto
Send it back to my daddy, grand folks
Pull up on him with the new Rambo
I’ma shoot a n!gga with my eyes closed
Click-clack, bow, reload
Gun sing like American Idol
Got my hand on my rifle
You’ll get dropped like a Gangster Disciple
N!gga, fu*k the title
Merch on her pu*sy like her pu*sy Bible
Uh-uh-uh, uh