Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd
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
N***a 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 nine (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 six
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