None of them
Intro: Trippie Redd
Am F C G
Internet Money, bitch
Am F C G
Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid
Chorus: Trippie Redd
Am F
Baby, come and have a blast with me
C G
Do everything I say like your majesty
Am F
Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
C G
Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me
Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd
Am F
Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me
C G
Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
Am F
Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me
C G
Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese
Verse 1: Trippie Redd
Am F
I cannot show these bitches no sympathy
C G
Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me
Am F
I was just fortunate, got the remedy
C G
Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah
Chorus: Trippie Redd & Juice WRLD
Am F
Baby, come and have a blast with me
C G
Do everything I say like your majesty
Am F
Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
C G
Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (Uh)
Verse 2: Juice WRLD
Am F
You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me
C G
Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out
Am F
And the way you keep harassin' me
C G
It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh
Am F
Uh, yeah, time is of the essence
C G
You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend
Am F
Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (Uh)
C G
We're a mess and our life's a wreck (Hey)
Am F
Toxic, toxic, toxic
C G
The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'
Am F
I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic
C G
Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter
Am F C
Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars
G Am
We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers
F C
We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama
G
Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas
Chorus: Trippie Redd
Am F
Baby, come and have a blast with me
C G
Do everything I say like your majesty
Am F
Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
C G
Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me
Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd
Am F
Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me
C G
Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
Am F
Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me
C G
Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese
Outro: Juice WRLD
Am F
Gang, gang, gang
C G
Probably fuckin' your mama
Am
Three K on my wrist like André
F
Servin' like entrée
C G Am F C G
Ha, huh, you dig? You dig? You dig?
Am F C G
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