Let It Off (On The Road) lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Roddy Ricch]
Ride
Mello made it right (Smokin' dope)
Mello made it right (And it's potent you know), haha
(Mello made it right)
Bih'

[Pre-Chorus]
I ride to the bank then I ride back home, yeah (Skrrt, pshh)
They say they missin' me back at home, yeah (For real)
But no, this not the city I know, uh-uh
Day one's hatin' on the low, yeah
Make me not wanna go there

[Chorus]
Oh, counting the racks up with my bros, yeah
Rich n*gga, totin' them poles, yeah
AP wrist, leave 'em froze, yeah
Let it off, then I reload, yеah (Okay)
Let it off, then I reload, yеah (Okay)
Let it off, then I reload, yeah (Okay)
Let it off, then I reload (Let's go)

[Verse 1]
Let it off, let it off, let it off (Uh)
He put the clip to the sawed-off (Uh-huh)
Pass the glizzy to bro, that's a handoff (Off)
Make him sing like Luther Vandross (Uh)
Securin' the bag, hands on (Uh-huh)
Louis Vuitton pants on (Uh-huh)
With my Louis Vuitton pants on, okay (Uh-huh)
Uh-huh, moonwalk, Michael, I'm geeking, oh (Moonwalk, yeah)
Michael Jackson when I'm totin' my heater (Yeah)
Pull up on him, make it sing, hee-hee him (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
Michael Jackson, I'm totin' that Kel-Tec (Yeah)
Pull up on a n*gga block and beat it (Beat it), just beat it (Grrt)
Make a horror scene like Thriller, then leave it (Yeah)
No survivors on the scene, I overachieved it (Yeah)
Damn, Chicago real life CoD, no Xbox achievements (Uh)
Don't matter if he think that he hard
I'll make him kiss the cement (pus*y)
Uh, don't step to my squad, they a bunch of demons (Err)
Ironic, they'll send you to God, if you wanna meet him (Bih', Amen)
[Pre-Chorus]
I ride to the bank then I ride back home, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
They say they missin' me back at home, yeah (But do you for real?)
But no, this not the city I know, uh-uh
Day one's hatin' on the low, yeah
Make me not wanna go there (Not at all)

[Chorus]
Oh, counting the racks up with my bros, yeah (Grrt, pshh)
Rich n*gga, totin' them poles, yeah (Baow)
AP wrist, leave 'em froze, yeah (Gling)
Let it off, then I reload, yeah (Okay)
Let it off, then I reload, yeah (Okay)
Let it off, then I reload, yeah (Okay)
Let it off, then I reload (Let's go)

[Verse 2]
Uh, smokin' on Doja (Doj'), yeah
High as a b*tch, losin' my composure
(My name is my name), yeah (Is it?)
Invited her over (Come here)
Slumped her over (Come here)
And f*cked her over and over (Get outta here)
Haha, runnin' that b*tch like a motor (Nyoom)
Money all over my mind (Uh-huh)
I just need her mouth on my scrotum (Come here)
Rich as a b*tch, yeah, I know I'm the sh*t
I remember when I was lookin' for the change in the couches (Uh-huh)
I live in a five million dollar house (Uh-huh)
Rockin' Givenchy that hasn't come out yet (Uh-huh)
Baby, come here, let me break on yo' jaw (Yeah)
You got that A1, they can’t beat that (Uh-huh)
No wonder why I be hitting it raw (Yeah)
We have a lil' one, we can keep that (Uh-huh)
I woke up feelin' above the law (Yeah)
I get so high, I'm above it all (Oh yeah)
She wanna ride, I'ma buckle up (Oh yeah)
Five, four, three, two, one, blastin' off (Okay, oh yeah, bih')
[Pre-Chorus]
I ride to the bank then I ride back home, yeah (Skrrt, I ride, I ride)
They say they missin' me back at home, yeah (They lyin', they lyin')
But no, this is not the city I know, uh-uh
Day one's hatin' on the low, yeah
Make me not wanna go there (Not at all)

[Chorus]
Oh, counting the racks up with my bros, yeah
Rich n*gga, totin' them poles, yeah
AP wrist, leave 'em froze, yeah
Let it off, then I reload, yeah
Let it off, then I reload, yeah
Let it off, then I reload, yeah
Let it off then I reload