Blastoff

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