Juice WRLD — Infrared

[Intro: Trippie Redd, Juice WRLD & Future] I feel like a zombie 'cause I smoke dope and be dead (Oh), yeah (DY Krazy) Yeah (Smoke dope and be dead) [Chorus: Trippie Redd, Juice WRLD, & both] Huh, I feel like a zombie 'cause I smoke dope and be dead Nigga talkin' tough shit, I'ma paint his ass red .223's, extensions, and you know the beam infrared, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Peel your fuckin' top back (Blaw, blaw, blaw, blaw) Pulled up in that drop-top, they can't top that (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt), yeah Yeah, I pull my dick out, told her, "top that" (Yeah, yeah) She dancin' on my dick, you know that's where the Glock at, yeah (Brr, brr, brr) [Verse: Juice WRLD, Trippie Redd] Moncler my coat (Yeah), that's how I stand in the cold (Yeah, let's go) Me and Trippie, we back from the dead (Uh-huh, yeah) We on zombie mode (Yeah) Bitch, it's triple 9 (Yeah), and 1400, ho (And 1400, ho, yeah) Kel-Tec with the hunter scope Sendin' shots out the Hummer (Bow, yeah, bow, yeah) Bitch, it's triple 6 If you talk that shit, better walk that shit We on some walk down shit Pull up to your crib and we gon' walk down, bitch (Bah, bah) Bitch, you ain't no shooter, uh I don't do computers, uh I pull up and shoot you, uh Yeah, all this ice in my medulla, uh All these stones on my body, I feel like Medusa, uh, yeah And my pockets hella wide just like Rasputia, yeah