Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice WRLD
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Dorien Theus
Songwriter
Nicholas Mira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Mira
Producer
benny blanco
Recording Engineer
Cashmere Cat
Recording Engineer
Chris Sclafani
Recording Engineer
Max Lord
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
DT
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Perc' me in, let me in
How the fuck you hatin' outside the club?
Drugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in (Need to let me in)
You can't even get in
Fuck, yeah
[Chorus]
Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in
Ballin' hard, feel like D Rose, I need a Letterman
I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent
Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (They don't get me hard)
If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it split, oh
I know **** bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (Slatt, slatt)
Brand new house, it's on the hills, just got the settlements off (Rich, rich)
Lately I been riding dirt bikes, G Money told me, "Don't fall off" (Yee-haw)
[Verse 1]
That two-door with no tints, oh
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
I'm takin' Ws, and her wins low
I order bitches like they on a menu, yeah
Took that bitch to Miami just to have a threesome (What?)
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, aye
VVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, aye
Need me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, aye
I don't fuck with none of these **** like I'm racist, aye
My songs on that bad bitch playlist
[Chorus]
Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in
Ballin' hard, feel like D Rose, I need a Letterman (Yee-haw)
I can't fuck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (Yee-haw)
Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (They don't get me hard)
If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it split, oh (Grrah, grrah)
I know **** bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (Slatt, slatt)
Brand new house, it's on the hills, just got the settlements off (Rich, rich)
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 (Skrrt)
In the desert on a dirt bike with a AR, lettin' it all off (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
I could never end up like my dad, I'm too much of a boss
Oxycodone all up in my head, I'm scratchin' through the walls
High as hell on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers
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
Said she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back
I'ma drop you off wherever the fuck I met you at
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 (Bitch gotta go)
Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on gummo mode
My closet like a motherfuckin' gun show, oh, uh
I'ma spin her, shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (Yee-haw)
I told her racist-ass dad that she fucked a **** (Yee-haw)
I also told him that it's been my pleasure fuckin' with her (Yee-haw)
She said she wanna have my dick for dinner
I'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards
Grandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry I'm a sinner
God ain't done with me yet, give him a couple winters
Uh, just became a winner
They wasn't fuckin' me when my pockets was hurtin'
Now I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy
You should take your girl to the dentist or somethin'
'Cause when she come back to you, her mouth gon' be hurtin' (Suck it, ouch)
[Chorus]
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 erection (They don't get me hard)
If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it split, oh (Baow, baow)
I know **** 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 riding dirt bikes, G Money told me, "Don't fall off" (Yee-haw)
Written by: Dorien Theus, Jarad Higgins, Magnus August Høiberg, Nicholas Mira, benny blanco