Burst & WRLD (KTM) lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & $tR Burst]
Perc' me in (Uh), let me in (Woah, b*tch)
How the f*ck you hatin' outside the club? (Woah)
Drugs knockin' at my door
Need to let me in (Need to let me in, woah)
You can't even get in
f*ck, yeah, uh (uh, KTM)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (Yeah)
Ballin' hard, feel like D Rose, I need a letterman (Yeah)
I can't f*ck that b*tch if she don't give me her consent (Yeah)
Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (They don't get me hard)
If you with that sh*t, then up your gat, let it split, oh (Yeah, yeah)
I know n* bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (Slatt)
Brand new house, it's on the hills, just got the settlements off (Rich)
Lately, I been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off" (Yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
That two-door with no tints, oh (No tints)
She sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh
I see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh
Pull up in that Beamer with the tints, oh (Skrrt)
I heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (Grrah, grrah)
I know that b*tch shakin' ass up out the window (Yeah, yeah)
I'm takin' Ws and her wins low (Yeah, yeah)
I order b*tches like they on the menu (Yeah, yeah), yeah
Took that b*tch to Miami (What?), just to have a threesome (Yeah)
I got bad b*tches on deck, do you need one?
Matter of fact, I got so many hoes
I'll sell you one, you can keep one
That b*tch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ayy
VVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ayy
Need me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ayy
I don't f*ck with none of these n* like I'm racist, ayy (Yeah)
My songs on that bad b*tch playlist (Yeah)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (Yeah, yeah)
Ballin' hard, feel like D Rose, I need a letterman (Yee-haw)
I can't f*ck that b*tch if she don't give me her consent (Yee-haw)
Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (Yeah, yeah)
If you with that sh*t, then up your gat, let it split, oh (Grrah, grrah)
I know n* bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (Slatt, slatt)
Brand new house, it's on the hills, just got the settlements off
Lately, I been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off"

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
I been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (Yeah, skrrt)
In the desert, on a dirt bike, with an AR, lettin' it all off (Tu-tu-tu-tu, grrah)
My lil' b*tch'll set you up, yeah, she a dog (She a dog)
Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off (Pause)
She come back home, tell me you dead, my di*k is in her jaw (Uh-huh)
I could never end up like my dad, I'm too much of a boss (Uh-huh)
Oxycodone all up in my hand, I'm scratchin' through the walls (Uh-huh)
High as hell on my phone, groupies tryna' get in my drawers (Woah)
Foreign b*tch up in my Snapchat showin' ass (What else?)
I know she don't love me for real, she just want the bag (What the f*ck else?)
She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (What the f*ck else?)
Grip the chopper with the beam, this in a Louis bag (Baow, baow)
I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags
Wear it once then throw it away, I don't take it back (Uh-huh)
Said she loved me, stupid b*tch, you should take it back (Uh)
I'ma drop ya' off wherever the f*ck I met you at (Oh)
Call a Uber for that b*tch, she gotta go, go, go (She gotta go)
Do the dash through her life, I'm on go-go-go, uh (That b*tch gotta go)
Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on gun mode)
My closet like a motherf*ckin' gun show, oh (Uh)
I'ma spin her (Huh), shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (Yee-haw)
I told her racist ass dad that she f*cked a n* (Yee-haw)
I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure f*ckin' with her (Yee-haw, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She said she wanna have my di*k for dinner (Uh)
I'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (Uh)
Grandma if you listenin', I'm sorry I'm a sinner (Uh)
God ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters
Uh, just became a winner (Ayy, ayy)
They wasn't f*ckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (Uh)
Now I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (Uh-huh)
You should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (Uh)
'Cause when she come back to you, her mouth gon' be hurtin' (Suck it, ouch)
[Verse 3: StR Burst & Juice WRLD]
UnKnown But Not Forgotten
b*tch I’m here, Like ISPY I’ll get you spottin [HA]
Rockin KTM drip I’m to fly [No Cap]
What? won’t give you some, not until the day I die [No Dice b*tch]
f*ck!
Rock with all these hoes I’m portal hoppin
Call me Rick and Morty, [BAOW] Headshot got you stoppin
Me and Juice Up here and we above everybody
Juice Drivin, but you know I called that Shotty
This KTM drip to saucy
Like I’m at work I be getting to bossy
Cooking up the pasta,that’s the only beef I need
Like a game of halo, this ain’t it Chief, now get me some Mead

[Outro: Juice WRLD & $tR Burst]
Damn Juice, we really killed them
I don't think we could've gone any harder
Whatchu Think?
I think you right Burst
We Killed this whole sh*t like we the Mafia
You Still rockin that KTM drip? [echo’s out]