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KTM Drip

Juice WRLD

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KTM Drip

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Perc' get me in (Uh)Let me in (Woah)How the fuck you hatin' outside the club? (Woah)Drugs knockin' at my door, need to let me inNeed to let me in (You can't even get in)Woah, uh (Slatt, yeah)Pills knockin' at my doorI'm finna let 'em in (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)Ballin' hard, feel like D. RoseI need a letterman (Woah, woah, woahwoah, woah, woah, yeah)I can't fuck that bitchif 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, woahwoah, they don't get me hard)If you with that shit, then up your gatlet it spit, oh (Yeah, yeah)I know niggas bangin' they flagslike Confederate, oh (Slatt)Brand-new house, it's on the Hillsjust got the settlements off (Rich)Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikesG-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, ohI see all through the shade, ain't no tints, ohPull up in that Beamer with the tints, oh (Skrrt)I heard you got a new whipwe shoot the tints off (Grrah, grrah)I know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (Yeah, yeah)I'm takin' W's and her wins low (Yeah, yeah)I order bitches like they on the menu (Yeah, yeah) , yeahTook that bitch to Miami (What?)just to have a threesome (Yeah)I got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?Matter of fact, I got so many hoesI'll sell you one, you keep oneThat bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ayyVVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ayyNeed me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ayyI don't fuck with none of these niggaslike I'm racist, ayy (Yeah)My songs on that bad bitch playlist (Yeah)Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (Yeah, yeah)Ballin' hard, feel like D. RoseI need a letterman (Yee-haw)I can't fuck that bitchif 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 shit, then up your gatlet it spit, oh (Grrah, grrah)I know niggas bangin' they flagslike Confederate, oh (Slatt, slatt)Brand-new house, it's on the Hillsjust got the settlements off (Rich, rich)Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikesG-Money told me, "Don't fall off"I've been on my KTM driphopefully I don't fall off (Yeah, skrrt)In the desert, on a dirt bike with an ARlettin' it all off (Woah, woah, grrah)My lil' bitch'll set you up, yeahshe a dog, oh (Woah, woah, she a dog)Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off, pauseShe come back home, tell me you deadmy dick is in her jaw (Uh-huh)I could never end up like my dadI'm too much of a boss (Uh-huh)Oxycodone all up in my headI'm scratchin' through the walls (Uh-huh)High as hell, on my phone, groupiestryna get in my drawers (Woah)Foreign bitch up in my Snapchatshowin' ass (What the fuck else?)I know she don't love me for realshe just want the bag (What the fuck else?)She gon' do me and my teamfor a Louis bag (What the fuck else?)Grip the choppa with the beamthis a new Louis bag, uh (Louis bag, oh)I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tagsWear it once, then throw it awayI don't take it back (Uh-huh)Said she loved me, stupid bitchyou should take it back (Uh)I'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (Oh)Call a Uber for that bitchshe gotta go, go, go (She gotta go)Do the dash through her lifeI'm on go, go, go, uh (That bitch gotta go, oh)Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on GUMMO mode(I'm on GUMMO mode)My closet like a motherfuckin'gun show, oh (Like a gun show)Uh, I'ma spin her (Huh)Shorty sweeter than a bagfull of apple fritters (Oh, oh, yeah)I told her racist-ass dad that she fucked a nigga (Yee-haw)I also told 'em that it's been my pleasurefuckin' with her (Yee-haw, oh)She said she wanna have my dick for dinnerUh, I'ma serve it to her like a plateof 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 wintersUh, I just became a winner (Ayy, ayy)They wasn't fuckin' 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 youher mouth gon' be hurtin' (Suck it, ouch)Pills knockin' at my doorI'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)Ballin' hard, feel like D. RoseI need a letterman (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)I can't fuck that bitch 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 shit, then up your gatlet it spit, oh (Baow, baow)I know niggas bangin' they flagslike Confederate, oh (Slatt, slatt, slatt)Brand-new house, it's on the Hillsjust got the settlements off (Rich, rich)Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikesG-Money told me, "Don't fall off" (Yeah, oh)
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