Trippie Redd, Juice WRLD - Infrared lyrics

I feel like a zombie 'cause I
Smoke dope and be dead
(Oh) , yeah (DY Krazy)
Yeah (Smoke dope and be dead)

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)

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