[{"id":37863619,"name":"KTM Drip","trackName":"KTM Drip","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"KTM Drip","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Perky me in (uh)\nLet me in (whoa)\nHow the fuck you hatin' outside the club? (Whoa)\nDrugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in\nNeed to let me in, whoa (you can't even get in)\nSlatt, yeah, uh\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nHalf of these hoes don't even give me erection\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills\nJust got the settlements off (rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes\nG-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\nThat two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\nShe sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\nI see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\nPull up in that Bimmer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\nI heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\nI know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\nI'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\nI order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\nTook that bitch to Miami (what?), just to have a threesome (yeah)\nI got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\nMatter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one\nThat bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\nVVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\nNeed me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\nI don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\nMy songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\nHalf of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat\nLet it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills\nJust got the settlements off (rich, rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\nI been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\nIn the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR\nLettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\nMy lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah\nShe a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\nGet you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\nPause, come back home, tell me you dead\nMy dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\nI could never end up like my dad\nI'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\nOxycodone all up in my head\nI'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\n\nHigh as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\nForeign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\nI know she don't love me for real\nShe just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\nShe gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\nGrip the chopper with the beam, this new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\nI go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags\nWear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\nSaid she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\nI'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\nCall a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\nDo the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh\n(that bitch gotta go, oh)\nIffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\nMy closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\nUh, I'ma spin her (huh)\nShawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\nI told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\nI also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her\n(yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nShe said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\nI'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\nGrandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\nGod ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\nUh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\nThey wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\nNow I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\nYou should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)\n'Cause when she come back to you\nHer mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose\nI need a letterman (yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)\nI can't fuck that bitch\nIf she don't give me her consent (give me her consent)\nHalf of these hoes don't even give me erection\n(they don't get me hard)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh\n(baow, baow)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh\n(slatt, slatt, slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills\nJust got the settlements off (rich, rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me\n\"Don't fall off\" (yeah, oh)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: KTM Drip\n  artist: Juice WRLD\n  album: KTM Drip\n  duration_ms: 166000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Perky me in (uh)\n  Let me in (whoa)\n  How the fuck you hatin' outside the club? (Whoa)\n  Drugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in\n  Need to let me in, whoa (you can't even get in)\n  Slatt, yeah, uh\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes\n  G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\n  That two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\n  She sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\n  I see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\n  Pull up in that Bimmer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\n  I heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\n  I know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\n  I'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\n  I order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\n  Took that bitch to Miami (what?), just to have a threesome (yeah)\n  I got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\n  Matter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one\n  That bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\n  VVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\n  Need me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\n  I don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\n  My songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat\n  Let it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\n  I been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\n  In the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR\n  Lettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\n  My lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah\n  She a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\n  Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\n  Pause, come back home, tell me you dead\n  My dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\n  I could never end up like my dad\n  I'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\n  Oxycodone all up in my head\n  I'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\n\n  High as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\n  Foreign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\n  I know she don't love me for real\n  She just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\n  She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\n  Grip the chopper with the beam, this new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\n  I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags\n  Wear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\n  Said she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\n  I'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\n  Call a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\n  Do the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh\n  (that bitch gotta go, oh)\n  Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\n  My closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\n  Uh, I'ma spin her (huh)\n  Shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\n  I told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\n  I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her\n  (yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  She said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\n  I'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\n  Grandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\n  God ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\n  Uh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\n  They wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\n  Now I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\n  You should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)\n  'Cause when she come back to you\n  Her mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose\n  I need a letterman (yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)\n  I can't fuck that bitch\n  If she don't give me her consent (give me her consent)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection\n  (they don't get me hard)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh\n  (baow, baow)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh\n  (slatt, slatt, slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me\n  \"Don't fall off\" (yeah, oh)\n"},{"id":15734039,"name":"Juice WRLD - KTM Drip (Official Audio)","trackName":"Juice WRLD - KTM Drip (Official Audio)","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"Juice WRLD","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Perky me in (uh)\nLet me in (whoa)\nHow the fuck you hatin' outside the club? (Whoa)\nDrugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in (need to let me in, whoa, you can't even get in)\nSlatt, yeah, uh\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (whoa, whoa, whoa)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nHalf of these hos don't even give me erection (whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\nThat two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\nShe sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\nI see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\nPull up in that Beamer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\nI heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\nI know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\nI'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\nI order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\nTook that bitch to Miami (what?) Just to have a threesome (yeah)\nI got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\nMatter of fact, I got so many hos, I'll sell you one, you keep one\nThat bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\nVVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\nNeed me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\nI don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\nMy songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\nHalf of these hos don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\nI been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\nIn the desert, on a dirt bike with an A.R., lettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\nMy lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah, she a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\nGet you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\nPause, come back home, tell me you dead, my dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\nI could never end up like my dad, I'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\nOxycodone all up in my head, I'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\nHigh as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\n\nForeign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\nI know she don't love me for real, she just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\nShe gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\nGrip the chopper with the beam, this is the new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\nI go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags (yeah)\nWear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\nSaid she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\nI'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\nCall a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\nDo the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh (that bitch gotta go, oh)\nIffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\nMy closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\nUh, I'ma spin her (huh)\nShawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\nI told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\nI also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her (yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nShe said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\nI'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\nGrandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\nGod ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\nUh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\nThey wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\nNow I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\nYou should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh-uh)\n'Cause when she come back to you, her mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (give me her consent)\nHalf of these hos don't even give me erection (they don't get me hard)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (baow, baow)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt, slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yeah, oh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.34] Perky me in (uh)\n[00:02.66] Let me in (whoa)\n[00:03.81] How the fuck you hatin' outside the club? (Whoa)\n[00:05.83] Drugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in (need to let me in, whoa, you can't even get in)\n[00:09.83] Slatt, yeah, uh\n[00:11.85] Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (whoa, whoa, whoa)\n[00:14.42] Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n[00:17.66] I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n[00:20.31] Half of these hos don't even give me erection (whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\n[00:23.69] If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\n[00:26.65] I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\n[00:29.79] Brand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich)\n[00:32.49] Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:35.75] That two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\n[00:38.05] She sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\n[00:40.94] I see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\n[00:44.14] Pull up in that Beamer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\n[00:47.15] I heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\n[00:49.99] I know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\n[00:52.95] I'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\n[00:55.92] I order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n[00:59.78] Took that bitch to Miami (what?) 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Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\n[01:29.38] I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\n[01:32.58] Half of these hos don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\n[01:35.70] If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\n[01:38.61] I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\n[01:41.66] Brand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\n[01:44.64] Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n[01:47.77] I been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\n[01:50.72] In the desert, on a dirt bike with an A.R., lettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\n[01:53.66] My lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah, she a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\n[01:56.65] Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\n[01:59.79] Pause, come back home, tell me you dead, my dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\n[02:03.28] I could never end up like my dad, I'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\n[02:06.06] Oxycodone all up in my head, I'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\n[02:09.17] High as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\n[02:11.77] Foreign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\n[02:15.22] I know she don't love me for real, she just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\n[02:18.02] She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\n[02:21.15] Grip the chopper with the beam, this is the new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\n[02:24.05] I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags (yeah)\n[02:27.29] Wear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\n[02:29.86] Said she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\n[02:33.39] I'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n[02:36.23] Call a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\n[02:39.28] Do the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh (that bitch gotta go, oh)\n[02:42.64] Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\n[02:45.08] My closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\n[02:48.15] Uh, I'ma spin her (huh)\n[02:49.43] Shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\n[02:52.47] I told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\n[02:55.57] I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her (yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:59.36] She said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\n[03:01.27] I'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\n[03:04.57] Grandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\n[03:07.46] God ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\n[03:10.47] Uh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\n[03:12.12] They wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\n[03:14.69] Now I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\n[03:17.54] You should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh-uh)\n[03:20.35] 'Cause when she come back to you, her mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n[03:23.65] Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\n[03:26.09] Ballin' hard, feel like D. 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(Whoa)\n  Drugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in\n  Need to let me in, whoa (you can't even get in)\n  Slatt, yeah, uh\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes\n  G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\n  That two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\n  She sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\n  I see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\n  Pull up in that Bimmer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\n  I heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\n  I know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\n  I'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\n  I order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\n  Took that bitch to Miami (what?), just to have a threesome (yeah)\n  I got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\n  Matter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one\n  That bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\n  VVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\n  Need me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\n  I don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\n  My songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat\n  Let it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\n  I been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\n  In the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR\n  Lettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\n  My lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah\n  She a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\n  Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\n  Pause, come back home, tell me you dead\n  My dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\n  I could never end up like my dad\n  I'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\n  Oxycodone all up in my head\n  I'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\n\n  High as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\n  Foreign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\n  I know she don't love me for real\n  She just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\n  She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\n  Grip the chopper with the beam, this new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\n  I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags\n  Wear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\n  Said she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\n  I'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\n  Call a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\n  Do the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh\n  (that bitch gotta go, oh)\n  Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\n  My closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\n  Uh, I'ma spin her (huh)\n  Shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\n  I told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\n  I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her\n  (yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  She said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\n  I'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\n  Grandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\n  God ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\n  Uh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\n  They wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\n  Now I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\n  You should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)\n  'Cause when she come back to you\n  Her mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose\n  I need a letterman (yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)\n  I can't fuck that bitch\n  If she don't give me her consent (give me her consent)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection\n  (they don't get me hard)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh\n  (baow, baow)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh\n  (slatt, slatt, slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me\n  \"Don't fall off\" (yeah, oh)\n"},{"id":15440018,"name":"Juice WRLD - KTM Drip (Official Audio)","trackName":"Juice WRLD - KTM Drip (Official Audio)","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"Juice WRLD Videos","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Perky me in (uh)\nLet me in (whoa)\nHow the fuck you hatin' outside the club? (Whoa)\nDrugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in\nNeed to let me in, whoa (you can't even get in)\nSlatt, yeah, uh\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nHalf of these hoes don't even give me erection\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills\nJust got the settlements off (rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes\nG-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\nThat two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\nShe sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\nI see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\nPull up in that Bimmer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\nI heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\nI know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\nI'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\nI order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\nTook that bitch to Miami (what?), just to have a threesome (yeah)\nI got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\nMatter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one\nThat bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\nVVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\nNeed me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\nI don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\nMy songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\nHalf of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat\nLet it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills\nJust got the settlements off (rich, rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\nI been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\nIn the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR\nLettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\nMy lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah\nShe a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\nGet you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\nPause, come back home, tell me you dead\nMy dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\nI could never end up like my dad\nI'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\nOxycodone all up in my head\nI'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\n\nHigh as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\nForeign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\nI know she don't love me for real\nShe just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\nShe gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\nGrip the chopper with the beam, this new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\nI go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags\nWear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\nSaid she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\nI'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\nCall a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\nDo the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh\n(that bitch gotta go, oh)\nIffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\nMy closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\nUh, I'ma spin her (huh)\nShawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\nI told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\nI also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her\n(yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nShe said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\nI'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\nGrandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\nGod ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\nUh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\nThey wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\nNow I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\nYou should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)\n'Cause when she come back to you\nHer mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose\nI need a letterman (yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)\nI can't fuck that bitch\nIf she don't give me her consent (give me her consent)\nHalf of these hoes don't even give me erection\n(they don't get me hard)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh\n(baow, baow)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh\n(slatt, slatt, slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills\nJust got the settlements off (rich, rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me\n\"Don't fall off\" (yeah, oh)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Juice WRLD - KTM Drip (Official Audio)\n  artist: Juice WRLD\n  album: Juice WRLD Videos\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Perky me in (uh)\n  Let me in (whoa)\n  How the fuck you hatin' outside the club? (Whoa)\n  Drugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in\n  Need to let me in, whoa (you can't even get in)\n  Slatt, yeah, uh\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes\n  G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\n  That two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\n  She sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\n  I see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\n  Pull up in that Bimmer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\n  I heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\n  I know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\n  I'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\n  I order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\n  Took that bitch to Miami (what?), just to have a threesome (yeah)\n  I got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\n  Matter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one\n  That bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\n  VVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\n  Need me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\n  I don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\n  My songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat\n  Let it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\n  I been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\n  In the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR\n  Lettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\n  My lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah\n  She a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\n  Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\n  Pause, come back home, tell me you dead\n  My dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\n  I could never end up like my dad\n  I'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\n  Oxycodone all up in my head\n  I'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\n\n  High as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\n  Foreign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\n  I know she don't love me for real\n  She just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\n  She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\n  Grip the chopper with the beam, this new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\n  I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags\n  Wear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\n  Said she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\n  I'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\n  Call a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\n  Do the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh\n  (that bitch gotta go, oh)\n  Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\n  My closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\n  Uh, I'ma spin her (huh)\n  Shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\n  I told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\n  I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her\n  (yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  She said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\n  I'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\n  Grandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\n  God ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\n  Uh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\n  They wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\n  Now I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\n  You should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)\n  'Cause when she come back to you\n  Her mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose\n  I need a letterman (yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)\n  I can't fuck that bitch\n  If she don't give me her consent (give me her consent)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection\n  (they don't get me hard)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh\n  (baow, baow)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh\n  (slatt, slatt, slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me\n  \"Don't fall off\" (yeah, oh)\n"},{"id":15753245,"name":"Juice WRLD - KTM Drip (Official Audio)","trackName":"Juice WRLD - KTM Drip (Official Audio)","artistName":"Juice WRLD","albumName":"Juice WRLD Songs","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Perky me in (uh)\nLet me in (whoa)\nHow the fuck you hatin' outside the club? (Whoa)\nDrugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in (need to let me in, whoa, you can't even get in)\nSlatt, yeah, uh\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (whoa, whoa, whoa)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nHalf of these hos don't even give me erection (whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\nThat two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\nShe sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\nI see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\nPull up in that Beamer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\nI heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\nI know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\nI'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\nI order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\nTook that bitch to Miami (what?) Just to have a threesome (yeah)\nI got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\nMatter of fact, I got so many hos, I'll sell you one, you keep one\nThat bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\nVVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\nNeed me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\nI don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\nMy songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\nHalf of these hos don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\nI been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\nIn the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR, lettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\nMy lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah, she a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\nGet you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\nPause, come back home, tell me you dead, my dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\nI could never end up like my dad, I'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\nOxycodone all up in my head, I'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\nHigh as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\n\nForeign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\nI know she don't love me for real, she just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\nShe gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\nGrip the chopper with the beam, this is the new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\nI go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags (yeah)\nWear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\nSaid she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\nI'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\nCall a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\nDo the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh (that bitch gotta go, oh)\nIffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\nMy closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\nUh, I'ma spin her (huh)\nShawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\nI told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\nI also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her (yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nShe said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\nI'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\nGrandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\nGod ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\nUh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\nThey wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\nNow I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\nYou should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh-uh)\n'Cause when she come back to you, her mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. 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Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat\n  Let it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\n  I been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\n  In the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR\n  Lettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\n  My lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah\n  She a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\n  Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\n  Pause, come back home, tell me you dead\n  My dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\n  I could never end up like my dad\n  I'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\n  Oxycodone all up in my head\n  I'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\n\n  High as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\n  Foreign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\n  I know she don't love me for real\n  She just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\n  She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\n  Grip the chopper with the beam, this new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\n  I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags\n  Wear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\n  Said she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\n  I'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\n  Call a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\n  Do the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh\n  (that bitch gotta go, oh)\n  Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\n  My closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\n  Uh, I'ma spin her (huh)\n  Shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\n  I told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\n  I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her\n  (yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  She said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\n  I'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\n  Grandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\n  God ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\n  Uh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\n  They wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\n  Now I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\n  You should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)\n  'Cause when she come back to you\n  Her mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. 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(Whoa)\n  Drugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in\n  Need to let me in, whoa (you can't even get in)\n  Slatt, yeah, uh\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes\n  G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\n  That two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\n  She sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\n  I see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\n  Pull up in that Bimmer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\n  I heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\n  I know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\n  I'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\n  I order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\n  Took that bitch to Miami (what?), just to have a threesome (yeah)\n  I got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\n  Matter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one\n  That bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\n  VVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\n  Need me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\n  I don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\n  My songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat\n  Let it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\n  I been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\n  In the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR\n  Lettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\n  My lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah\n  She a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\n  Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\n  Pause, come back home, tell me you dead\n  My dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\n  I could never end up like my dad\n  I'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\n  Oxycodone all up in my head\n  I'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\n\n  High as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\n  Foreign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\n  I know she don't love me for real\n  She just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\n  She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\n  Grip the chopper with the beam, this new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\n  I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags\n  Wear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\n  Said she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\n  I'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\n  Call a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\n  Do the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh\n  (that bitch gotta go, oh)\n  Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\n  My closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\n  Uh, I'ma spin her (huh)\n  Shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\n  I told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\n  I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her\n  (yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  She said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\n  I'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\n  Grandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\n  God ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\n  Uh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\n  They wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\n  Now I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\n  You should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)\n  'Cause when she come back to you\n  Her mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. 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(Whoa)\nDrugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in\nNeed to let me in, whoa (you can't even get in)\nSlatt, yeah, uh\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nHalf of these hoes don't even give me erection\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills\nJust got the settlements off (rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes\nG-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\nThat two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\nShe sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\nI see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\nPull up in that Bimmer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\nI heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\nI know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\nI'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\nI order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\nTook that bitch to Miami (what?), just to have a threesome (yeah)\nI got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\nMatter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one\nThat bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\nVVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\nNeed me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\nI don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\nMy songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\nHalf of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat\nLet it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills\nJust got the settlements off (rich, rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\nI been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\nIn the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR\nLettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\nMy lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah\nShe a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\nGet you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\nPause, come back home, tell me you dead\nMy dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\nI could never end up like my dad\nI'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\nOxycodone all up in my head\nI'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\n\nHigh as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\nForeign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\nI know she don't love me for real\nShe just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\nShe gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\nGrip the chopper with the beam, this new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\nI go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags\nWear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\nSaid she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\nI'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\nCall a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\nDo the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh\n(that bitch gotta go, oh)\nIffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\nMy closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\nUh, I'ma spin her (huh)\nShawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\nI told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\nI also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her\n(yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nShe said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\nI'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\nGrandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\nGod ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\nUh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\nThey wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\nNow I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\nYou should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)\n'Cause when she come back to you\nHer mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. 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(Whoa)\n  Drugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in\n  Need to let me in, whoa (you can't even get in)\n  Slatt, yeah, uh\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes\n  G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\n  That two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\n  She sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\n  I see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\n  Pull up in that Bimmer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\n  I heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\n  I know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\n  I'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\n  I order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\n  Took that bitch to Miami (what?), just to have a threesome (yeah)\n  I got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\n  Matter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one\n  That bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\n  VVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\n  Need me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\n  I don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\n  My songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat\n  Let it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\n  I been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\n  In the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR\n  Lettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\n  My lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah\n  She a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\n  Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\n  Pause, come back home, tell me you dead\n  My dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\n  I could never end up like my dad\n  I'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\n  Oxycodone all up in my head\n  I'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\n\n  High as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\n  Foreign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\n  I know she don't love me for real\n  She just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\n  She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\n  Grip the chopper with the beam, this new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\n  I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags\n  Wear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\n  Said she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\n  I'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\n  Call a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\n  Do the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh\n  (that bitch gotta go, oh)\n  Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\n  My closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\n  Uh, I'ma spin her (huh)\n  Shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\n  I told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\n  I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her\n  (yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  She said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\n  I'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\n  Grandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\n  God ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\n  Uh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\n  They wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\n  Now I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\n  You should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)\n  'Cause when she come back to you\n  Her mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. 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(Whoa)\nDrugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in (need to let me in, whoa, you can't even get in)\nSlatt, yeah, uh\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (whoa, whoa, whoa)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nHalf of these hos don't even give me erection (whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\nThat two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\nShe sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\nI see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\nPull up in that Beamer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\nI heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\nI know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\nI'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\nI order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\nTook that bitch to Miami (what?) Just to have a threesome (yeah)\nI got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\nMatter of fact, I got so many hos, I'll sell you one, you keep one\nThat bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\nVVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\nNeed me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\nI don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\nMy songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\nHalf of these hos don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\nI been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\nIn the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR, lettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\nMy lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah, she a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\nGet you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\nPause, come back home, tell me you dead, my dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\nI could never end up like my dad, I'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\nOxycodone all up in my head, I'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\nHigh as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\n\nForeign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\nI know she don't love me for real, she just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\nShe gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\nGrip the chopper with the beam, this is the new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\nI go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags (yeah)\nWear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\nSaid she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\nI'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\nCall a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\nDo the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh (that bitch gotta go, oh)\nIffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\nMy closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\nUh, I'ma spin her (huh)\nShawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\nI told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\nI also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her (yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nShe said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\nI'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\nGrandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\nGod ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\nUh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\nThey wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\nNow I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\nYou should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh-uh)\n'Cause when she come back to you, her mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (give me her consent)\nHalf of these hos don't even give me erection (they don't get me hard)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (baow, baow)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt, slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yeah, oh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.36] Perky me in (uh)\n[00:02.68] Let me in (whoa)\n[00:03.89] How the fuck you hatin' outside the club? (Whoa)\n[00:05.87] Drugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in (need to let me in, whoa, you can't even get in)\n[00:09.80] Slatt, yeah, uh\n[00:11.83] Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (whoa, whoa, whoa)\n[00:14.41] Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n[00:17.61] I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n[00:20.39] Half of these hos don't even give me erection (whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\n[00:23.60] If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\n[00:26.65] I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\n[00:29.75] Brand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich)\n[00:32.45] Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n[00:35.75] That two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\n[00:38.09] She sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\n[00:40.92] I see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\n[00:44.12] Pull up in that Beamer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\n[00:47.13] I heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\n[00:49.98] I know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\n[00:52.93] I'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\n[00:55.90] I order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n[00:59.72] Took that bitch to Miami (what?) 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(Whoa)\nDrugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in\nNeed to let me in, whoa (you can't even get in)\nSlatt, yeah, uh\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nHalf of these hoes don't even give me erection\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills\nJust got the settlements off (rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes\nG-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\nThat two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\nShe sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\nI see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\nPull up in that Bimmer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\nI heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\nI know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\nI'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\nI order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\nTook that bitch to Miami (what?), just to have a threesome (yeah)\nI got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\nMatter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one\nThat bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\nVVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\nNeed me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\nI don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\nMy songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\nHalf of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat\nLet it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills\nJust got the settlements off (rich, rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\nI been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\nIn the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR\nLettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\nMy lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah\nShe a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\nGet you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\nPause, come back home, tell me you dead\nMy dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\nI could never end up like my dad\nI'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\nOxycodone all up in my head\nI'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\n\nHigh as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\nForeign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\nI know she don't love me for real\nShe just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\nShe gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\nGrip the chopper with the beam, this new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\nI go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags\nWear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\nSaid she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\nI'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\nCall a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\nDo the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh\n(that bitch gotta go, oh)\nIffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\nMy closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\nUh, I'ma spin her (huh)\nShawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\nI told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\nI also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her\n(yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nShe said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\nI'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\nGrandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\nGod ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\nUh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\nThey wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\nNow I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\nYou should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)\n'Cause when she come back to you\nHer mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose\nI need a letterman (yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)\nI can't fuck that bitch\nIf she don't give me her consent (give me her consent)\nHalf of these hoes don't even give me erection\n(they don't get me hard)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh\n(baow, baow)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh\n(slatt, slatt, slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills\nJust got the settlements off (rich, rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me\n\"Don't fall off\" (yeah, oh)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: KTM Drip\n  artist: Juice WRLD\n  album: The Party Never Ends\n  duration_ms: 263429\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Perky me in (uh)\n  Let me in (whoa)\n  How the fuck you hatin' outside the club? (Whoa)\n  Drugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in\n  Need to let me in, whoa (you can't even get in)\n  Slatt, yeah, uh\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes\n  G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\n  That two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\n  She sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\n  I see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\n  Pull up in that Bimmer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\n  I heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\n  I know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\n  I'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\n  I order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\n  Took that bitch to Miami (what?), just to have a threesome (yeah)\n  I got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\n  Matter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one\n  That bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\n  VVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\n  Need me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\n  I don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\n  My songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat\n  Let it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\n  I been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\n  In the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR\n  Lettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\n  My lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah\n  She a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\n  Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\n  Pause, come back home, tell me you dead\n  My dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\n  I could never end up like my dad\n  I'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\n  Oxycodone all up in my head\n  I'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\n\n  High as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\n  Foreign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\n  I know she don't love me for real\n  She just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\n  She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\n  Grip the chopper with the beam, this new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\n  I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags\n  Wear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\n  Said she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\n  I'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\n  Call a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\n  Do the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh\n  (that bitch gotta go, oh)\n  Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\n  My closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\n  Uh, I'ma spin her (huh)\n  Shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\n  I told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\n  I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her\n  (yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  She said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\n  I'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\n  Grandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\n  God ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\n  Uh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\n  They wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\n  Now I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\n  You should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)\n  'Cause when she come back to you\n  Her mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. 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(Whoa)\nDrugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in\nNeed to let me in, whoa (you can't even get in)\nSlatt, yeah, uh\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\nHalf of these hoes don't even give me erection\n(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills\nJust got the settlements off (rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes\nG-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\nThat two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\nShe sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\nI see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\nPull up in that Bimmer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\nI heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\nI know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\nI'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\nI order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\nTook that bitch to Miami (what?), just to have a threesome (yeah)\nI got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\nMatter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one\nThat bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\nVVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\nNeed me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\nI don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\nMy songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\nI can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\nHalf of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat\nLet it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills\nJust got the settlements off (rich, rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\nI been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\nIn the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR\nLettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\nMy lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah\nShe a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\nGet you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\nPause, come back home, tell me you dead\nMy dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\nI could never end up like my dad\nI'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\nOxycodone all up in my head\nI'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\n\nHigh as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\nForeign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\nI know she don't love me for real\nShe just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\nShe gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\nGrip the chopper with the beam, this new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\nI go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags\nWear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\nSaid she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\nI'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\nCall a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\nDo the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh\n(that bitch gotta go, oh)\nIffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\nMy closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\nUh, I'ma spin her (huh)\nShawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\nI told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\nI also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her\n(yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nShe said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\nI'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\nGrandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\nGod ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\nUh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\nThey wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\nNow I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\nYou should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)\n'Cause when she come back to you\nHer mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\nPills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\nBallin' hard, feel like D. Rose\nI need a letterman (yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)\nI can't fuck that bitch\nIf she don't give me her consent (give me her consent)\nHalf of these hoes don't even give me erection\n(they don't get me hard)\nIf you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh\n(baow, baow)\nI know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh\n(slatt, slatt, slatt)\nBrand-new house, it's on the Hills\nJust got the settlements off (rich, rich)\nLately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me\n\"Don't fall off\" (yeah, oh)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: KTM Drip\n  artist: Juice WRLD\n  album: Unreleased\n  duration_ms: 255086\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Perky me in (uh)\n  Let me in (whoa)\n  How the fuck you hatin' outside the club? (Whoa)\n  Drugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in\n  Need to let me in, whoa (you can't even get in)\n  Slatt, yeah, uh\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection\n  (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, they don't get me hard)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes\n  G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)\n\n  That two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)\n  She sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh\n  I see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh\n  Pull up in that Bimmer with the tints, oh (skrrt)\n  I heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)\n  I know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)\n  I'm takin' W's and her win's low (yeah, yeah)\n  I order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah\n\n  Took that bitch to Miami (what?), just to have a threesome (yeah)\n  I got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?\n  Matter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one\n  That bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ay\n  VVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ay\n  Need me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ay\n  I don't fuck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ay (yeah)\n  My songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)\n  I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat\n  Let it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, \"Don't fall off\"\n\n  I been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)\n  In the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR\n  Lettin' it all off (whoa, whoa, grrah)\n  My lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah\n  She a dog, oh (whoa, whoa, she a dog)\n  Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off\n  Pause, come back home, tell me you dead\n  My dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)\n  I could never end up like my dad\n  I'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)\n  Oxycodone all up in my head\n  I'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)\n\n  High as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (whoa)\n  Foreign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the fuck else?)\n  I know she don't love me for real\n  She just want the bag (what the fuck else?)\n  She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the fuck else?)\n  Grip the chopper with the beam, this new Louis bag (Louis bag, oh)\n  I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags\n  Wear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)\n  Said she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)\n  I'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at (oh)\n\n  Call a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)\n  Do the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh\n  (that bitch gotta go, oh)\n  Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on Gummo mode (I'm on Gummo mode)\n  My closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)\n  Uh, I'ma spin her (huh)\n  Shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)\n  I told her racist ass dad that she fucked a nigga (yeah, oh)\n  I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her\n  (yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  She said she wanna have my dick for dinner (uh)\n  I'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)\n  Grandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)\n  God ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters\n  Uh, just became a winner (ay, ay)\n  They wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)\n  Now I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)\n  You should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)\n  'Cause when she come back to you\n  Her mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)\n\n  Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)\n  Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose\n  I need a letterman (yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)\n  I can't fuck that bitch\n  If she don't give me her consent (give me her consent)\n  Half of these hoes don't even give me erection\n  (they don't get me hard)\n  If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh\n  (baow, baow)\n  I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh\n  (slatt, slatt, slatt)\n  Brand-new house, it's on the Hills\n  Just got the settlements off (rich, rich)\n  Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me\n  \"Don't fall off\" (yeah, oh)\n"}]