Letra Ktm drip Juice Wrld

Ktm drip

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 in
Need to let me in (You can't even get in)
Woah, uh (Slatt, yeah)

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 fuck that bitch 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 shit, 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 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), yeah
Took 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 hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one
That bitch 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 fuck with none of these niggas like 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. Rose, I need a letterman (Yee-haw)
I can't fuck that bitch 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 shit, 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 (Rich, rich)
Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off"

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' bitch'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 dick 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 bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (What the fuck else?)
I know she don't love me for real, she just want the bag (What the fuck else?)
She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (What the fuck else?)
Grip the choppa with the beam, this a new Louis bag, uh (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 bitch, you should take it back (Uh)
I'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (Oh)
Call a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (She gotta go)
Do the dash through her life, I'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 bag full of apple fritters (Oh, oh, yeah)
I told her racist-ass dad that she fucked a nigg‎‎er (Yee-haw)
I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her (Yee-haw, oh)
She said she wanna have my dick 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, 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 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 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 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" (Yeah, oh)