Juice Wrld – Don’t Fall Off (KTM Drip)* lyrics

[Intro]
Perc me in, let me in
Let me in (Woah, woah)
Drugs knockin' at my door
Need to let me in (Need to let me in, woah)
Fuck, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in
Ballin' hard, feel like D Rose, I just let 'em in
I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent
How 'bout these hoes, don't give me an erection?
If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it split, oh
I know niggas bangin' they flags like confederate, oh
Brand new house, it's on the hills, just got the settlements, oh
Lately I been riding dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off"

[Verse 1]
[?], oh
She sucked me in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh
[?] no tits, oh
Pull up in that Beamer with the tints, oh
I heard you got a new man, [?]
I know that bitch shakin' ass [?]
I'm takin' W's, [?]
[?] that bitch just like they on the [?]
Yeah, take that bitch to Miami, just to have a threesome
I got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?
Matter of fact, I got so many hoes
I'll sell you one, you can 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 you niggas like I'm racist, ayy
My songs on that bad bitch playlist (For real)
[Chorus]
Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in
Ballin' hard, feel like D Rose, I just let 'em in
I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent
How 'bout these hoes, don't give me an erection? (Yeah, yeah)
If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it split, oh
I know niggas bangin' they flags like confederate, oh
Brand new house, it's on the hills, just got the settlements, oh
Lately I 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, lettin' it all off (Tu-tu-tu-tu, grrah)
My lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah, she a dog (She a dog)
Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off (Pause)
Come back home, tell me you dead, my dick is in her jaw
I could never end up like my dad, I'm too much of a boss
Oxycodone all up in my hand, I'm scratchin' through the walls
High as hell on my phone, groupies tryna get in my draws
Foreign bitch up in my Snapchat showin' ass
I know she don't love me for real, she just want the bag (For real)
She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag
Grip the chopper with the beam, this in a Louis bag
I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags
Wear it once then throw it away, I don't take it back
Said she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back
I'ma drop ya' off, don't give a fuck, I'll meet your dad
...
...go go go
If he a [?] tucked, I'm on go mode, mode
My closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (Uh)
...
[Chorus]
Knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in
Ballin' hard, feel like D Rose, I just let 'em in
I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent
How 'bout these hoes, don't give me an erection?
If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it split, oh
I know niggas bangin' they flags like confederate, oh
Brand new house, it's on the hills, just got the settlements, oh
Lately I been riding dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off"