[Intro: Future]
Just like an astronaut
We don't detox
Yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Future]
Playin' in the mud, all these drugs like a weirdo (Wheezy outta here, yeah)
One of a kind, VVS diamonds on my earlobe (On my earlobe)
Hop in that 'Rari, I drive fast, I'm an A-hole (Skrrt), I got cash flow (Woah)
Bitch droppin' her ass low (Woah, woah), ridin' dick like a lasso (Yeah)
40 on me, it's fuego hot, uh, give you a halo
At your neck, ready or not (Ready or), me and Pluto astronauts (Woah)

[Verse 1: Future]
Alien, I'm not a regular guy (I'm not a), Emilio Pucci, not regular fly (This not a regular)
It's been a year since I went in the mall, I'm not no regular guy (Woah)
We put them beams on a semi, you better be ready to die (Woah, woah)
I got on wings like a Bentley, I feel way too high (I got them wings on)
Left the sticker on the window, still got the paper tag (Yeah)
Louis Vuitton bandana, too many shoppin' bags (Too many shoppin' bags)
Richard Mille or the Rollie, it don't tick-tock-tock (It don't tick-tock)
Hermès bandana just like 2Pac (Just like 2Pac)
My lil' brother, he a scammer, ride with two choppers (Ride with two choppers)
We want ecstasy and codeine, we don't detox (We don't detox)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Balenciagas on my feet, these ain't no Reeboks (Yeah)
I grew up a bad kid, coulda been on The Boondocks (Yeah)
I keep my hand on my tool, ah (Woo), clip look like a ruler (Woo)
I roll with them shooters, shooters
Ain't with the talking, we just do it (Hah)
Stripper bitch, big ol' booty
Your ho dirty, she got cooties (Yup)
Big ol' 30, it'll do you, uh
I shoot that shit like a movie
White bitch nerdy, her name Susie, uh
The bitch head game go stupid, uh
Birkin bag on my back hold an Uzi, uh
Two Percs to the face, I'm booted up
[Verse 3: Future]
Blood on my hands (Blood on my hands), blood in my eyes (Blood in my eyes)
Codeine my cup (Codeine in my cup), money on my mind (Money on my mind)
If I take this Percocet, I'm tryna see the stars (I'm seein' stars)
Press 'em today, ain't see you n***as, I got bars (Pluto)
Hope you never get to murder solvin' like nothin' wrong
Hope the day you run into your opps, you get 'em gone (Murder)
I be with my Chitown brothers, Al Capone (Slatt)
Me and Juice killin' these n***as like they got they hands down
Blood in my eyes (Blood in my eyes), blood on my hands (Blood on my hands)
Blood in my cup (Blood in my cup), blood on my hands (Slatt)
Made a million dollars in abandoned buildings (A mil')
Drinkin' out the bottle, you abandoned my feelings (Oh, yeah)
I took three 10s and went hasta luego
Juice WRLD probably in that 'Rari actin' an A-hole (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm with some bartenders, they bad like J-Lo (Facts)
Keep the cannon like a tummy tuck, pushin' yayo (Woah)
Blow my head off, she deserve Chanel Coco (Woah)
I got dirty bands, I'm gettin' my El Chapo (Freebandz)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Future]
I drive fast, I'm an A-hole (Gone), I got cash flow (I got cash)
Bitch droppin' her ass low (Yeah), ridin' dick like a lasso (Woah)
40 on me, it's fuego hot, uh, give you a halo
At your neck, ready or not, me and Pluto astronauts
I drive fast, hasta luego, I got cash flow (I got cash)
Bitch droppin' her ass low (Ass), ride the shit like my last ho (Yeah, yeah)
Chopper on me, I'm B.G. hot (Hot), give you a halo
At your neck, ready or not, me and Juice astronauts