TAB by Song : 316922
Tab List Area
1 Pages 1 Results
Arctic Tundra by Juice WRLD
Arctic Tundra
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
[Intro]
e|---2--2--0--------2--2--0-----5--5--5--2--2--0----5--5--5--2--2--0---------|
B|3-----------2--3-----------0-----------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
[Intro]
808 Mafia
Haha, Max Lord, preach it, haha
Gezin
I fuck the blunt up, haha
Yeah, I'm on marijuana (Marijuana)
My lean plug say he’ll be here in a second (Pull up)
I'm getting high, I'm feelin’ restless (I'm sad)
Feel like I'm finna die (R.I.P.)
[Chorus]
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah
[Verse 1]
I'm high as hell, mind everywhere
Still mind over matter
Pockets getting fatter, elevate like a ladder
.30 and that .40 make you percolate like a dancer
I'm colder than the North Pole, Blitzen and Prancer
She say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer
Her ex-nigga too low, she don't got no standards
He ain't right, me? I live a better life
Ran it up like Jerry Rice, I don’t gotta say it twice
This is real life, your nigga is Fisher-Price
I can read minds, you was thinkin’ 'bout how I’m that nigga, right?
You might also like
Attention
Doja Cat
Arrow (Going M.I.A.)
Juice WRLD
New Girl (Latex)
Juice WRLD
[Chorus]
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah
[Verse 2]
Time, time will tell, I'm sad as hell
Being broke make me sadder
Ran all them bands up, uh, still frownin'
With my world upside down, I’m smilin'
Turn my frown upside down? I doubt it
Like, yeah, these are my tears, sing away my fears
Buzz Lightyears away from here, ayy
Catch me somewhere fuckin' a blunt up and fuckin' on your momma
[Chorus]
I fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
That .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah
------------------
version 2
Tuning:G C E A
Capo:no capo
I fuck the blunt up, haha
Em G
Yeah, I'm on marijuana (Marijuana)
A
My lean plug say he'll be here in a second (Pull up)
Em G
I'm getting high, I'm feelin' restless (I'm sad)
A
Feel like I'm finna die (R I P )
Em G
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
Em G
That 40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
A
And you best proceed with some caution,
Em
yeah,
G A
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like,
Em
yeah
G A
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi,
Em
yeah
G A
I'm high as hell, mind everywhere
Still mind over matter
Pockets getting fatter, elevate like a ladder
Em G
30 and that 40 make you percolate like a dancer
A
I'm colder than the North Pole, Blitzen and Prancer
Em G
She say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer
A
Her ex-nigga too low, she don't got no standards
Em G
He ain't right, me? I live a better life
A
Ran it up like Jerry Rice, I don't gotta say it twice
Em G
This is real life, your nigga is Fisher-Price
A
I can read minds, you was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that nigga, right?
Em G
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
Em G
That 40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
A
And you best proceed with some caution,
Em
yeah
G A
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like,
Em
yeah
G A
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi,
Em
yeah
G A
Time, time will tell, I'm sad as hell
Being broke make me sadder
N c
Ran all them bands up, uh, still frownin'
Em G
When my world upside down, I'm smilin'
A
Turn my frown upside down? I doubt it
Like,
Em
yeah,
G A
these are my tears, sing away my fears
Em G Am
Buzz Lightyears away from here,ayy
Catch me somewhere fuckin' a blunt up and fuckin' on your momma
Em G
Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
A
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
Em G
That 40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
A
And you best proceed with some caution,
Em
yeah
G A
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like,
Em
yeah
G A
She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi,
Em
yeah
------------