Arctic Tundra (feat. Juice WRLD)

Bad bitches run the world, let me make it clear

When I leave Juice WRLD, I'm back to pink hair

Haha, Max Lord, preach it, haha

Gezin

I fuck the blunt up, hahaha

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.)

Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)

My VVS cold like an arctic tundra

A .40 on me, whoa, 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

This Young Money ENT, fuck that negative Nancy

I'm still balling, I'm still balling, NBA on TNT

Came through dripping, D&G, always ducking TMZ

Flow still need that EMT, tell her get at me and see

I'm da toppa toppa, bitches is a Khan like Chaka

I get it before they cop it, always been that type of shopper

And I never tell a lie, I just put one in the sky

I just popped me a transformer, getting money till we die

Till we die, we gon' be fly, made a milli' in Shanghai

I don't need job applications for that pressure I apply

That is why they gotta lie, that is just how they get by

But my flow still gon' be wavy, and your flow still gon' be dry

I done fucked the world up in ten short years

Had teachers like Weezy F. and been all ears

Lose studs that's VVS, then get more pairs

They been praying on my downfall, still need more prayers, I'ma

Fuck the bag up and fuck your daddy

I'ma stay up like I've popped three Addys

Girl with the blonde hair, they call me Barbie

Now let's get faded and have a party, yeah

If you got that bomb, put your hands in the air

Bad bitches run the world, let me make it clear

When I leave Juice WRLD, I'm back to pink hair

'Cause we somewhere fuckin' a blunt up

And fuckin' on your momma

Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)

My VVS cold like an arctic tundra

A .40 on me, whoa, 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

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-**** too low, she don't got no standards

He ain't right

You don't live a better life

Ran it up like Jerry Rice, I don't gotta say it twice

This is real life

Your **** is Fisher-Price

Now you read minds

You was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that ****, right?

Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)

My VVS cold like an arctic tundra

A .40 on me, whoa, 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

Said he want the pretty girl with the blonde hair

Fatty on the Max like some Nike Air

Fuck his last girl 'cause I am her nightmare

Looking this good shouldn't even be fair

Said he want the pretty girl with the blonde hair

Fatty on the Max like some Nike Air

Fuck his last girl 'cause I am her nightmare

Looking this good shouldn't even be—

Fuck the girls that just hate on baddies

Shout the bad bitches that act all bratty

Nothing but all this designer on me

All of my **** throwing up gang signs for me (For me)