KTM Drip - Remix lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Perc' get me in (Uh)
Let me in (Woah)
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 (You can't even get in)
Woah (Slatt, yeah)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Uh, pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah)
Can't f*ck that b*tch if she don't give me her consent (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah)
Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, they don't get me hard)
If you with that sh*t, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (Yeah, yeah)
I know n*ggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (Slatt)
Brand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (Rich)
Lately, I've 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, awe (No tints)
She sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, awe
I see all through the shade, ain't no tints, awe
Pull up in that Beamer with the tints, awe (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' W's 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 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*ggas 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 spit, oh (Grrah, grrah)
I know n*ggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Brand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (Rich, rich, rich)
Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off" (Oh)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
I've 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 (Woah, woah, grrah)
My lil' b*tch'll set you up, yeah, she a dog, oh (Woah, woah, 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 head, 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 choppa with the beam (Brrt), this a new Louis bag, uh (Louis bag, oh)
I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags (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 you 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 GUMMO mode)
My closet like a motherf*ckin' gun show, oh (Motherf*ckin' gun show)
Uh, I'ma spin her (Huh)
Shorty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (Oh, oh, yeah)
I told her racist-ass dad that she f*cked a n*gga (Yee-haw)
I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure f*ckin' with her (Yee-haw, oh)
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 (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh)
God ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters
Uh, I 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-huh)
'Cause when she come back to you, her mouth gon' be hurtin' (Suck it, ouch)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)
Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)
I can't f*ck that b*tch if she don't give me her consent (Yeah, yeah, yeah, give me her consent)
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 spit, oh (Baow, baow)
I know n*ggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Brand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (Rich, rich, rich)
Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off" (Yee-haw)

[Verse 3: xx40]
b*tch I'm a kee-kee that's a blee-blee
b*tch wanna kill me she gon' bleed-bleed
I'm finna f*ck her, in the as*h*le
She grab on that di*k like she Nat Cole
b*tch in the kit, she an as*h*le
Batter the b*tch, like a stat-cole
b*tch want a kid, i'm like f*ck no
b*tch is a kid, she grown up ho
She want this di*k, wanna sip this c*m then how about you come, over
Yeah, I was holdin' a gun but i'm sober
b*tch didn't no nuthin' but a nobody
b*tch want the d inside her in the o n*gga