Blastoff (Explicit)

Blastoff - Internet Money/Trippie Redd/Diplo/Juice WRLD

Lyrics by：Jarad Higgins/Michael Lamar White

Composed by：Nicholas Mira/Kim Candilora II/William Repko II/Danny Lee Snoddgrass, Jr./Henry Nichols

Trippie Redd：

Internet Money b***h

Hahahaha Nick you're stupid

Baby come and have a blast with me

Do everything I say like your majesty

F**k with the gang and it be a tragedy

F**k with my shooters they in the back with me

F**k with me baby come get this bag with me

Been alone for a minute that s**t been dragging me

Craving your love it's heart-attacking me

Tryna get in that p***y baby that Mac and Cheese

I cannot show these b***hes no sympathy

Or these n***as they simps and they hella b***h to me

I was just fortunate got the remedy

F**k that b***h and then dip I got them chips to receive yeah

Baby come and have a blast with me

Do everything I say like your majesty

F**k with the gang and it be a tragedy

F**k with my shooters they in the back with me

Juice WRLD：

Uh you picked that knife up and you stabbin' me

Wish it was a paper cut but it's a gash I bleed out

And the way you keep harassin' me

It's a shame this the way that it has to be oh

Uh yeah time is of the essence

You know d**n well you bring hell I should call a reverend

Devil horns on a angel still haven't learned my lesson uh

We're a mess and our life's a wreck

Hey

Toxic toxic toxic

The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'

I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic

Let's be honest you're the devil's daughter

Say hey to your father uh he owe me twenty dollars

We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers

We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama

Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas

Trippie Redd：

Baby come and have a blast with me

Do everything I say like your majesty

F**k with the gang and it be a tragedy

F**k with my shooters they in the back with me

F**k with me baby come get this bag with me

Been alone for a minute that s**t been dragging me

Craving your love it's heart-attacking me

Tryna get in that p***y baby that Mac and Cheese

Juice WRLD：

Gang gang gang

Probably f**kin' your mama

Three K on my wrist like André

Servin' like entrée

Ha huh you dig you dig you dig