Trippie Redd： Internet Money b***h
Trippie Redd： Hahahaha Nick you're stupid
Trippie Redd： Baby come and have a blast with me
Trippie Redd： Do everything I say like your majesty
Trippie Redd： F**k with the gang and it be a tragedy
Trippie Redd： F**k with my shooters they in the back with me
Trippie Redd： F**k with me baby come get this bag with me
Trippie Redd： Been alone for a minute that s**t been dragging me
Trippie Redd： Craving your love it's heart- attacking me
Trippie Redd： Tryna get in that p***y baby that Mac and Cheese
Trippie Redd： I cannot show these b***hes no sympathy
Trippie Redd： Or these n***as they simps and they hella b***h to me
Trippie Redd： I was just fortunate got the remedy
Trippie Redd： F**k that b***h and then dip I got them chips to receive yeah
Trippie Redd： Baby come and have a blast with me
Trippie Redd： Do everything I say like your majesty
Trippie Redd： F**k with the gang and it be a tragedy
Trippie Redd： F**k with my shooters they in the back with me
Juice WRLD： Uh you picked that knife up and you stabbin' me
Juice WRLD： Wish it was a paper cut but it's a gash I bleed out
Juice WRLD： And the way you keep harassin' me
Juice WRLD： It's a shame this the way that it has to be oh
Juice WRLD： Uh yeah time is of the essence
Juice WRLD： You know d**n well you bring hell I should call a reverend
Juice WRLD： Devil horns on a angel still haven't learned my lesson uh
Juice WRLD： We're a mess and our life's a wreck
Juice WRLD： Hey
Juice WRLD： Toxic toxic toxic
Juice WRLD： The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'
Juice WRLD： I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic
Juice WRLD： Let's be honest you're the devil's daughter
Juice WRLD： Say hey to your father uh he owe me twenty dollars
Juice WRLD： We gon' run through hell with like twenty- hundred choppers
Juice WRLD： We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama
Juice WRLD： Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas
Trippie Redd： Baby come and have a blast with me
Trippie Redd： Do everything I say like your majesty
Trippie Redd： F**k with the gang and it be a tragedy
Trippie Redd： F**k with my shooters they in the back with me
Trippie Redd： F**k with me baby come get this bag with me
Trippie Redd： Been alone for a minute that s**t been dragging me
Trippie Redd： Craving your love it's heart- attacking me
Trippie Redd： Tryna get in that p***y baby that Mac and Cheese
Juice WRLD： Gang gang gang
Juice WRLD： Probably f**kin' your mama
Juice WRLD： Three K on my wrist like André
Juice WRLD： Servin' like entrée
Juice WRLD： Ha huh you dig you dig you dig
