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, haha, yeah I'm on marijuana (Marijuana) My lean plug said he'll be here in a second (Pull up) I'm gettin' high, I'm feelin' restless (I'm sad) Feel like I'm finna die (RIP) I fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh) My VVS cold like a arctic tundra The 40 on me, woah, 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 ballin', I'm still ballin', NBA on TNT Came through drippin', D&G, always duckin' TMZ Flow still need that EMT Tell her get at me and see I'm the type of talk, but bitches is a kindly shocker 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, gettin' 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 Blue studs that's VVS, then get more peers They been prayin' 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 And let's get faded and have a party, yeah If you got that bum, 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 Catch me somewhere fuckin' a blunt up and fuckin' on your momma Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh) My VVS cold like a arctic tundra The 40 on me, woah, 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 gettin' fatter, elevate like a ladder Thirty in that 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-nigga too low, she don't got no standards He ain't right You don't live a better life Run it up like Jerry Rice I don't gotta say it twice This is real life Your nigga is Fisher-Price Now you read minds You was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that nigga, right? I fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh) My VVS cold like a arctic tundra The 40 on me, woah, 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 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 Lookin' 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 Lookin' this good shouldn't even be— Fuck the girls that just hate on baddies Shout the bad bitches that act all bratty Nothin' but all this designer on me All of my niggas throwin' up gang signs for me