[Intro: Juice WRLD & Nicki Minaj]
808 Mafia
Haha, Max Lord, preach it, haha
Young Money
Gezin
I fuck the blunt up, haha
Yeah, I’m on marijuana (Marijuana)
My lean plug say he'll be here in a second (Pull up)
I'm getting high, I’m feelin' restless (I'm sad)
Feel like I'm finna die (R.I.P.)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold like an arctic tundra
A .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no Hibachi, yeah
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
I'm high as hell
Mind everywhere, still mind over matter
Pockets getting fatter, elevate like a ladder
.30 and a .40 make you percolate like a dancer
I'm colder than the North Pole, Blitzen, and Prancer
She say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer
Her ex-nigga too low, she don't got no standards
He ain't right, me? I live a better life
Ran it up like Jerry Rice, I don't gotta say it twice
This is real life, your nigga is Fisher-Price
I can read minds, you was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that nigga, right?
808 Mafia
Haha, Max Lord, preach it, haha
Young Money
Gezin
I fuck the blunt up, haha
Yeah, I’m on marijuana (Marijuana)
My lean plug say he'll be here in a second (Pull up)
I'm getting high, I’m feelin' restless (I'm sad)
Feel like I'm finna die (R.I.P.)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold like an arctic tundra
A .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no Hibachi, yeah
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
I'm high as hell
Mind everywhere, still mind over matter
Pockets getting fatter, elevate like a ladder
.30 and a .40 make you percolate like a dancer
I'm colder than the North Pole, Blitzen, and Prancer
She say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer
Her ex-nigga too low, she don't got no standards
He ain't right, me? I live a better life
Ran it up like Jerry Rice, I don't gotta say it twice
This is real life, your nigga is Fisher-Price
I can read minds, you was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that nigga, right?
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