KTM Drip (Travis Scott Version)*

[Intro: Juice WRLD]

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 (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)

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)

[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 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)

[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 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, 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: Travis Scott]

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[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 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, rich)

Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off" (Yee-haw)