Arctic Tundra

Lyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj] Bad bitches run the world, let me make it clear When I leave Juice WRLD, I'm back to pink hair [Interlude: Juice WRLD] Haha, Max Lord in this bitch preachin', haha (Gezin) Fuck the blunt up, haha, yeah [Bridge: Juice WRLD] 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.) [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh) My VVS cold like a arctic tundra 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 [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] 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 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, gettin' money 'til we die 'Til 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 prayin' on my downfall, still need more prayers [Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Juice WRLD] I'ma fuck the bag up and fuck your daddy I'ma stay up like I popped three Addys Girl with the blonde hair, they call me Barbie 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 Catch me somewhere fuckin' the blunt up and fuckin' on your momma [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh) My VVS cold like a arctic tundra 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 [Verse 2: Juice WRLD & Nicki Minaj] 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? [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh) My VVS cold like a arctic tundra 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 [Outro: Nicki Minaj] 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