KTM Drip Lyrics – Juice WRLD

Read the full KTM Drip lyrics by Juice WRLD along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Juice Wrld’s music, you can also explore Condone It and Jeffrey, two other songs by Juice Wrld.

[Intro]
Perky me in (Uh)
Let me in, woah
How the fu*k you hating outside the club?, woah
Drügs knocking at my door, need to let me in
Need to let me in, woah (You can’t even get in)
Slatt, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Pills knocking at my door, I’m finna let ’em in (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Balling hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah)
I can’t fu*k that b!tch 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 s*it, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (Yeah, yeah)
I know n!ggas banging they flags like Confederate, oh (Slatt)
Brand-new house, it’s on the Hills, just got the settlements off (Rich)
Lately, I’ve been riding dirt bikes, G-Money told me, “Don’t fall off” (Yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 1]
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 b!tch shaking ass up out the window (Yeah, yeah)
I’m taking W’s and her wings low (Yeah, yeah)
I order b!tches like they on the menu (Yeah, yeah), yeah
Took that b!tch to Miami (What?), just to have a threesome, yeah
I got bad b!tches on deck, do you need one?
Matter of fact, I got so many hoes, I’ll sell you one, you keep one
That b!tch 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 talking Reese’s Pieces, ayy
I don’t fu*k with none of these n!ggas like I’m racist, ayy, yeah
My songs on that bad b!tch playlist, yeah

[Chorus]

Pills knocking at my door, I’m finna let ’em in (Yeah, yeah)
Balling hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (Yee-haw)
I can’t fu*k that b!tch 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 s*it, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (Grrah, grrah)
I know n!ggas banging 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 riding dirt bikes, G-Money told me, “Don’t fall off”

[Verse 2]
I been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don’t fall off (Yeah, skrrt)
In the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR, letting it all off (Woah, woah, grrah)
My lil’ b!tch’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!ck 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 scratching through the walls (Uh-huh)
High as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers, woah
Foreign b!tch up in my Snapchat, showing ass (What the fu*k else?)
I know she don’t love me for real, she just want the bag (What the fu*k else?)
She gon’ do me and my team for a Louis bag (What the fu*k else?)
Grip the chopper with the beam, this new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)
I go shopping 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 b!tch, you should take it back (Uh)
I’ma drop you off wherever the fu*k I met you at (Oh)
Call a Uber for that b!tch, she gotta go, go, go (She gotta go)
Do the dash through her life, I’m on go, go, go, uh (That b!tch gotta go, oh)
Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I’m on Gummo mode (I’m on Gummo mode)
My closet like a motherfu*king gun show, oh (Like a gun show)
Uh, I’ma spin her (Huh), shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (Oh, oh, yeah)
I told her racist ass dad that she fu*ked a n!gga (Yeah, oh)
I also told ’em that it’s been my pleasure fu*king with her (Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She said she wanna have my d!ck for dinner (Uh)
I’ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (Uh)
Grandma, if you listening, 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 fu*king me when my pockets was hurting (Uh)
Now I get to pick ’em out, freaky and nerdy (Uh-huh)
You should take your girl to the dentist or something (Uh)
‘Cause when she come back to you, her mouth gon’ be hurting (Suck it, ouch)

[Chorus]
Pills knocking at my door, I’m finna let ’em in (I’ma let ’em in)
Balling hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)
I can’t fu*k that b!tch if she don’t give me her consent (Give me her consent)
Half of these hoes don’t even give me erection (They don’t get me hard)
If you with that s*it, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (Baow, baow)
I know n!ggas banging 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 riding dirt bikes, G-Money told me, “Don’t fall off” (Yeah, oh)