text: Lyrics from Snippets
  Bad bitches run the world, let me make it clear
  When I leave Juice WRLD, Im back to pink hair
  Haha, its lit, preach it, haha
  Gezin
  I fuck the blunt up, haha
  Yeah, I’m on marijuana 
  My lean plug say hell be here in a second 
  Im getting high, I’m feelin restless 
  Feel like Im finna die 
  Lyrics from Leak
  Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma 
  My VVS cold like an arctic tundra
  A .40 on me, woah, you dont 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
  Im 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
  Im 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 dont got no standards
  He aint right, me? I live a better life
  Ran it up like Jerry Rice, I dont gotta say it twice
  This is real life, your nigga is Fisher-Price
  I can read minds, you was thinkin bout her main nigga, right?
  Fuck the blunt up then fuck your momma 
  My VVS cold like an arctic tundra
  A .40 on me, woah, you dont want no problems
  And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
  This songs 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
  Time, time will tell, Im sad as hell
  Being broke made me sadder
  Ran all them bands up, uh, still frownin
  When my world upside down, Im smilin
  Turn my frown upside down? I doubt it
  Like yeah, these are my tales
  Sing away my fears, Buzz Lightyears away from here, ayy
  Catch me somewhere fuckin a blunt up
  And fuckin on your momma
  Fuck the blunt up then fuck your momma 
  My VVS cold like an arctic tundra
  A .40 on me, woah, you dont want no problems
  And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
  This songs 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