KTM Drip (Explicit) - Juice WRLD

Lyrics by：Jarad Higgins/Dorien Theus/Nicholas Mira

Composed by：Jarad Higgins/Dorien Theus/Nicholas Mira

Produced by：Nick Mira/DT

Perky me in

Uh

Let me in

Woah

How the **** 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

Slatt yeah 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

I can't **** that ***** if she don't give me her consent

Woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah

Half of these h*es don't even give me erection

Woah woah woah woah woah woah they don't get me hard

If you with that *** then up your gat let it spit oh

Yeah yeah

I know niggas 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

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 ***** shakin' a*s up out the window

Yeah yeah

I'm takin' W's and her win's low

Yeah yeah

I order ******* like they on the menu

Yeah yeah yeah

Took that ***** to Miami

What just to have a threesome

Yeah

I got bad ******* on deck do you need one

Matter of fact I got so many h*es

I'll sell you one you keep one

That ***** 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 **** with none of these niggas like I'm racist ayy

Yeah

My songs on that bad ***** playlist

Yeah

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 **** that ***** if she don't give me her consent

Yee-haw

Half of these h*es don't even give me erection

Yeah yeah

If you with that **** then up your gat let it spit oh

Grrah grrah

I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate oh

Slatt slatt

Brand-new house it's on the hills just got the settlements off

Lately I've been ridin' dirt bikes G-Money told me

Don't fall off

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

Woah woah grrah

My lil' *****'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 come back home tell me you dead my d**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 ***** up in my Snapchat showin' a*s

What the **** else

I know she don't love me for real she just want the bag

What the **** else

She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag

What the **** else

Grip the chopper with the beam this new Louis bag

Louis bag oh

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 ***** you should take it back

Uh

I'ma drop you off wherever the **** I met you at

Oh

Call a Uber for that ***** she gotta go go go

She gotta go

Do the dash through her life I'm on go go go uh

That ***** gotta go oh

Iffy uh sticky tucked I'm on Gummo mode

I'm on Gummo mode

My closet like a ************* gun show oh

Like a gun show

Uh I'ma spin her

Huh shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters

Yee-haw

I told her racist a*s dad that she ****** a nigga

Yee-haw

I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure ******* with her

Yee-haw yeah yeah yeah

She said she wanna have my d**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 *******' 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

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 **** that ***** if she don't give me her consent

Give me her consent

Half of these h*es don't even give me erection

They don't get me hard

If you with that **** then up your gat let it spit oh

Baow baow

I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate oh

Slatt slatt slatt

Brand-new house it's on the hills just got the settlements off

Rich rich

Lately I've been ridin' dirt bikes G-Money told me

Don't fall off

Yee-haw