1400 / 999 Freestyle Lyrics – Trippie Redd ft. Juice WRLD

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Uh
Lyft on a b!tch, finna walk when they sniffing a brick
I f**ked that b!tch in the back with the Burberry on
I f**ked that b!tch in the back with the Burberry on
Yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I f**ked that b!tch in the back with the Burberry on, uh, yeah
And 'til this day, that lil' b!tch know all my songs
My choppa like Kid N Play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
Walk in the bank, I'm laughing, aw
These n!ggas square like Madison, oh
I ball out like Madison, oh
Fourth-quarter shawty, shoot up your party
I'm a different man when I'm off of the molly
Used to take five Xans to the face in the morning
Now I take Percs, my stomach turning
Stopped taking Percs, my stomach burning
May take a half when I hit it from the back
I'ma beat the sh!t up like Ike-y Turner
Check that b!tch like she got Nike on her

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Look at my wrist, it dance
Look at your b!tch, she dance too
Look at me, I'm the man
Percocets, don't do Xans, boo
Run up on me, I blam
I got my head on my ham, oh
Run up on me, I blam
I got my hand on my hammer
You swipe like a credit card scammer
Bad b!tch, yeah, I know she a scammer
F**ked the b!tch, then I'm out of the jammer
Dunk on a b!tch, NBA, I'm jamming
Bad b!tch from the back, I'm cramming
Her pu**y like wonderland
Gold on her body like Wonder Woman
Fly in that b!tch, I'm Wonder Man

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Sl!ck back, lil' b!tch, like a perm
She on the d!ck, do the worm
Can't take the d!ck, she gone squirt
F**king that b!tch 'til she hurt
Using a condom, won't burn
I'm in this 'Rari, I swerve
Smoking on all of this herb
I feel like I'm leaving Earth
I keep a .30, no Perc
Boom, boom, boom
Blow a b!tch down, it's gone hurt
All that bullsh!t for the birds
Kick that sh!t right to the curb
I keep that drink like a clerk
Dealing with pain, I deserve
Two times that 33 third
.223's and they berserk
I get that check on the first
I get that check on the second
And I get that check on the third
Beefing with me, get you murked
Looking for me, better search
I just been giving them hell
My brother whipping them bales
He do that sh!t by his self
I did this sh!t by myself
256, that's a deal
Swerving in this 'Rari and this b!tch is all black, yeah
Hanging with them plugs, talking down and you get zapped, yeah
All that bullsh!t that they talking is big cap, yeah
I'm talking real sh!t, that trill sh!t, no cap, yeah
Real rap, yeah, had to bring it back, yeah
1400, 800, n!gga, them big facts, yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I f**ked that b!tch in the back with the Burberry on, uh, yeah
And 'til this day, that lil' b!tch know all my songs
My choppa like Kid N Play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
Walk in the bank, I'm laughing, aw
These n!ggas square like Madison, oh
I ball out like Madison, oh
Fourth-quarter shawty, shoot up your party
I'm a different man when I'm off of the molly
Used to take five Xans to the face in the morning
Now I take Percs, my stomach turning
Stopped taking Percs, my stomach burning
May take a half when I hit it from the back
I'ma beat the sh!t up like Ike-y Turner
Check that b!tch like she got Nike on her