Murder Rate Freestyle 4 Lyrics – Juice WRLD

Read the full Murder Rate Freestyle 4 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 Stuck In My Ways and Halo (Rambo), two other songs by Juice WRLD.

[Verse]
B!tch, I don't walk it, I run it
I ball like the OKC Thunder
These b!tches be coming, I fu*k 'em until they be cumming
Run up on me, choppa drumming, it ain't about nothing
I'm too busy making money, these n!ggas, they making assumptions
I know how they coming
N!ggas talk stupid until I pull up and s*it on 'em, n!ggas need a toilet plunger
That's for real
In the kitchen, whipping up a meal
After that, I'll prolly pop a pill
Pop a pill, then I cop a feel from your b!tch, prolly eat me a Happy Meal
N!ggas still selling they soul for a million dollars, that's a crappy deal
So when God come back, you gon' be burning money up in hell
I don't got time for it, only Tom Ford, n!gga, yeah, I dress well
Got a bad b!tch and she too bad, so bad, man, Jezebel
Knock 'em out, b!tch, Holyfield
Hot as fu*k, but I'm high as hell, guess I'm hot like
Holyalle
B!tch, I'm sipping lean, Holy Grail
They want smoke, I'ma give it to 'em
All these n!ggas gon' be pushing daisies, at they funerals throwing tulips
She gon' put my d!ck on her two lips
I'ma shoot in that b!tch like Tyler Ulis
I'ma fu*k on that b!tch for a minute, then pass her to brodie 'cause I know she choosing
Give a fu*k 'bout the s*it that you doing
Paul Wall, how I chop her and screw her
Library book, if I want it, I hit again, I might go fix and renew her
I get the money, I spend it on me and I hustle, I know that blew her
But fu*k it, I don't give a fu*k, she ain't my girl, so s*it, whatever