Girl

[Intro: Last-Dude]
Ooh, ah ah
Ooh, ah ah, ah ah
Ooh, ah ah, ah ah
Last-Dude on the track

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like an Arctic tundra
That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
This song for the girl with the blond 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 and Trippie Redd]
Woah, woah woah, I'm high as hell, mind everywhere (yeah)
Still mind over matter (yeah)
Pockets getting fatter, еlevate like a laddеr (woah, woah)
And I love it yeah

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd and Last-Dude]
Bae, it's 3AM, I'm tryna blow your back (blow your back)
Toot that in the air, baby, and throw it back (throw it back)
Hail Mary, throw that like a quarterback (quarterback)
Hail Mary, throw that like a quarterback (quarterback)
Woah, woah, woah, yeah!
Woah, love the pill selection that you do with me (oh)
Armani, Chanel, ain't nothin' new to me (yeah)
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Love the way you get on top, you're screwin' me (oh)
Baby girl, I love the things you do to me (yeah)

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]
Let's make plans, draw outlines, take this chance of a lifetime
Replacements, there ain't no one
I go through the most, but you help me stay afloat

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like an Arctic tundra
That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems (yeah)
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
This song for the girl with the blond 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 3: Lil Uzi Vert and Juice WRLD]
She said that it's sad and (Oh, no)
She think I got a habit (Oh no)
Nowadays, the Perc out, it ain't lastin'
I can't see you, I'm too focused on the cab-
I'ma keep on makin' magic, as long as my drugs involved
Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, I'm gone
Some days high tides, some black skies
Know you don't really love me, just my songs
Demons leave my crib with bloody nose and black eyes
Pop another one when I'm alone in my room
Me and her can share the world and end up being selfish, uh
Pretty as hell, feel her like braille, Cupid nailed it
She my umbrella when the rainstorms hit

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLDand Trippie Redd]
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like an Arctic tundra
That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems (yeah)
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
This song for the girl with the blond 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

[Intro: Last-Dude]
Ooh, ah ah
Ooh, ah ah, ah ah
Ooh, ah ah, ah ah
Ooh, ah ah, ah ah, mmm mmm