Don’t Fall Off (KTM Drip) Lyrics by Juice WRLD from the “The Party Never Ends” album is a Newly released English song. Don’t Fall Off (KTM Drip) Lyrics are written by DT, Nick Mira & Juice WRLD while the song is produced by DT & Nick Mira. The song was published on January 6, 2023.
Don’t Fall Off (KTM Drip) Song Details:
| Song: | Don’t Fall Off (KTM Drip) |
| Album: | The Party Never Ends |
| Singer(s): | Juice WRLD |
| Produced by: | DT & Nick Mira |
| Written by: | DT, Nick Mira & Juice WRLD |
| Label: | Grade A Productions, Interscope Records, Juice WRLD & Universal Music Group |
| Release Date: | January 6, 2023 |
Don’t Fall Off (KTM Drip) Lyrics
Perc’ me in (Uh), let me in (Woah, woah)
How the fuck you hatin’ outside the club?
Drugs knockin’ at my door
Need to let me in (Need to let me in, woah)
You can’t even get in
Fuck, yeah, uh
Pills knockin’ at my door,
I’m finna let ’em in (Yeah)
Ballin’ hard, feel like D Rose,
I need a letterman (Yeah)
I can’t fuck that bitch if she
don’t give me her consent (Yeah)
Half of these hoes don’t even give
me an erection (They don’t get me hard)
If you with that shit, then up your gat,
let it split, oh (Yeah, yeah)
I know niggas bangin’ they flags
like Confederate, oh (Slatt)
Brand new house, it’s on the hills,
just got the settlements off (Rich)
Lately I been ridin’ dirt bikes, G-Money told me,
“Don’t fall off” (Yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)
That two-door with no tints, oh (No tints)
She sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh
I see all through the shade, ain’t no tints, oh
Pull up in that Beamer with the tints, oh (Skrrt)
I heard you got a new whip,
we shoot the tints off (Grrah, grrah)
I know that bitch shakin’ ass up
out the window (Yeah, yeah)
I’m takin’ W’s and her wins low
(Yeah, yeah)
I order bitches like they on the menu
(Yeah, yeah), yeah
Took that bitch to Miami (What?),
just to have a threesome (Yeah)
I got bad bitches on deck,
do you need one?
Matter of fact, I got so many hoes
I’ll sell you one, you 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
these niggas like I’m racist, ayy (Yeah)
My songs on that bad bitch playlist (Yeah)
Pills knockin’ at my door,
I’m finna let ’em in (Yeah, yeah)
Ballin’ hard, feel like D Rose,
I need a letterman (Yee-haw)
I can’t fuck that bitch if she
don’t give me her consent (Yee-haw)
Half of these hoes don’t even
give me an erection (Yeah, yeah)
If you with that shit, then up your gat,
let it split, oh (Grrah, grrah)
I know niggas bangin’ they flags
like Confederate, oh (Slatt, slatt)
Brand new house, it’s on the hills,
just got the settlements off
Lately I been ridin’ dirt bikes,
G-Money told me, “Don’t fall off”
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)
She come back home, tell me you dead,
my dick is in her jaw (Uh-huh)
I could never end up like my dad,
I’m too much of a boss (Uh-huh)
Oxycodone all up in my hand,
I’m scratchin’ through the walls (Uh-huh)
High as hell on my phone,
groupies tryna’ get in my drawers (Woah)
Foreign bitch up in my
Snapchat showin’ ass (What else?)
I know she don’t love me for real,
she just want the bag (What the fuck else?)
She gon’ do me and my team
for a Louis bag (What the fuck else?)
Grip the chopper with the beam,
this in a Louis bag (Baow, baow)
I go shoppin’ everywhere,
I don’t look at tags
Wear it once then throw it away,
I don’t take it back (Uh-huh)
Said she loved me, stupid bitch,
you should take it back
I’ma drop ya’ off wherever
the fuck I met you at (Oh)
Call a Uber for that bitch,
she gotta go, go, go (She gotta go)
Do the dash through her life,
I’m on go-go-go, uh (That bitch gotta go)
Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I’m on
Gummo mode (I’m on gun mode)
My closet like a motherfuckin’
gun show, oh (Uh)
I’ma spin her (Huh), shawty
sweeter than a bag full of
apple fritters (Yee-haw)
I told her racist ass dad that
she fucked a nigga (Yee-haw)
I also told ’em that it’s been
my pleasure fuckin’ with her
(Yee-haw, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She said she wanna have
my dick for dinner (Uh)
I’ma serve it to her like
a plate of chicken gizzards (Uh)
Grandma if you listenin’,
I’m sorry I’m a sinner (Uh)
God ain’t done with me yet,
give Him a couple winters
Uh, just became a winner (Ayy, ayy)
They wasn’t fuckin’ me
when my pockets was hurtin’ (Uh)
Now I get to pick ’em out,
freaky and nerdy (Uh-huh)
You should take your girl to
the dentist or somethin’ (Uh)
‘Cause when she come back to you,
her mouth gon’ be hurtin’ (Suck it, ouch)
Pills knockin’ at my door,
I’m finna let ’em in (I’ma let ’em in)
Ballin’ hard, feel like D Rose,
I need a letterman (I need a letterman)
I can’t fuck that bitch if she don’t give
me her consent (Give me her consent)
Half of these hoes don’t even give
me an erection (They don’t get me hard)
If you with that shit, then up your gat,
let it split, oh (Baow, baow)
I know niggas bangin’ they flags like
Confederate, oh (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Brand new house, it’s on the hills,
just got the settlements off (Rich, rich)
Lately I been ridin’ dirt bikes,
G-Money told me, “Don’t fall off” (Yee-haw)