Internet Money – Blast Off Feat. Juice Wrld & Trippie Redd (Official Music Video) 🎥 Odd Squad Family | Channify

B4TheStorm is OUT NOW Listen: https://internetmoney.lnk.to/b4thestorm Merch: https://internetmoneyrecords.com New single coming March 2021! Official YouTube channel for Internet Money (artist) Subscribe for more official music videos and exclusive content! RIP Juice 🤍 [Intro: Trippie Redd] Internet Money, bitch Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Baby, come and have a blast with me Do everything I say like your majesty Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd] Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese [Verse 1: Trippie Redd] I cannot show these bitches no sympathy Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me I was just fortunate, got the remedy Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah [Chorus: Trippie Redd & Juice WRLD] Baby, come and have a blast with me Do everything I say like your majesty Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (Uh) [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] 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 damn 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 [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Baby, come and have a blast with me Do everything I say like your majesty Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd] Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese [Outro: Juice WRLD] Gang, gang, gang Probably fuckin' your mama Three K on my wrist like André Servin' like entrée Ha, huh, you dig? You dig? You dig?