Ribbit Juice WRLD

[Intro]
(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
(Dougie on the beat)
Uh, uh, oh oh (Oh, oh)
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah (Let's go, let's go)

[Chorus]
Blowin' that gas, nigga (Uh-huh, bitch), bitch, I'm a cash getter (Uh-huh, lil' bitch)
I'm with countin' figures (Let's get it, bitch), whatchu' about, nigga? (Let's get it, stupid bitch)
You just a clout getter, uh (Uh, lil' bitch)
Rockin' my Ricks, I rip it, uh (Woah, that what?)
Hop on my dick, bitch, ribbit, uh (Woah, that dick)
Dick in that pussy, no divot, uh (Oh woah, dick)
I'ma be real with you (Be real, I'ma be real, uh)
Bitch, I don't want to deal with you (Uh-uh, bitch, I don't wanna deal, uh)
So, I'm gon' .30 clip you (Oh yeah, grahh, I'm gon' .30 uh)
After that, fuck your sister (Skrt-skrrt, I'ma fuck your sister haha)

[Verse 1]
T-Minus playing, NASA E Minor (Lift off, T-Minus)
That means I'm blasting off on all these fuckin' old timers (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
So many drugs, don't remember shit no more, got Alzheimer's (Yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah, Percocet, Pеrcocet)
But I always remember my bank account go up, pluses, no minus (What, uh, brr-brr-brr, bih)
Percocet sex, break her back like a laws (Uh, Percocet)
Birkin bag my bitch, she badder than y’all (Uh-oh, let's get it)
Louis rag, my bitch, Simon Raf, my bitch (Oh oh oh, yeah)
Foreign swag, my bitch is better than y'all (Uh uh uh, woo)
She love when I hit her from the back and shit (Uh-huh, she does)
When I walk out the house with my strap and shit (Uh-huh, grahh)
Got the gun on my lap, her in my lap
Benjamin in my lap, and they all fit (Let's go let's—, let's go)
Take Percocets to the max, they run me like track (Uh)
You could say I’m off it (Uh, let's try it)
They want me to sell my soul (Bah bah bah)
I won’t take no offers (Nah bitch)
Nigga, I’m your father (Uh-huh, I am)
Maury said I’m father (Uh, huh, I am)
Chanel shades give me magic fashion, Harry Potter (Yeah, yeah, yeah, got that drip)
Haha
I'm stylish (Yo), without a stylist (Uh, let's go)
Bitch, I be fly without tryin’, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Huh, fashion autopilot, uh (Uh-huh)
Shh, that’s a silence on my gun (Shh), .45 on me, with another one (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Used to have a Ruger, baked potato barrel (Brah brah brah, I did), like who left the oven on? (Yeah, I shot that nigga)
Used to rob niggas, feelin’ like Jack Sparrow (Yeah, arrr), I was gettin’ my pirate on (Used to rob mob niggas, uh-huh)
Bitch, you gon’ miss me (You will, for real) when I’m gone (Bitch, lil' bitch)
Her boyfriend like McDonald's ice cream machine, never on (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's funny)