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Juice Wrld - Let It Off On The Road Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Roddy Ricch]
Ride
Mello made it right (Smokin' dope)
Mello made it right (And it's potent you know), haha
(Mello made it right)
Bih'

[Pre-Chorus]
I ride to the bank then I ride back home, yeah (Skrrt, pshh)
They say they missin' me back at home, yeah (For real)
But no, this not the city I know, uh-uh
Day one's hatin' on the low, yeah
Make me not wanna go there

[Chorus]
Oh, counting the racks up with my bros, yeah
Rich nigga, totin' them poles, yeah
AP wrist, leave 'em froze, yeah
Let it off, then I reload, yеah (Okay)
Let it off, then I reload, yеah (Okay)
Let it off, then I reload, yeah (Okay)
Let it off, then I reload (Let's go)

[Verse 1]
Let it off, let it off, let it off (Uh)
He put the clip to the sawed-off (Uh-huh)
Pass the glizzy to bro, that's a handoff (Off)
Make him sing like Luther Vandross (Uh)
Securin' the bag, hands on (Uh-huh)
Louis Vuitton pants on (Uh-huh)
With my Louis Vuitton pants on, okay (Uh-huh)
Uh-huh, moonwalk, Michael, I'm geeking, oh (Moonwalk, yeah)
Michael Jackson when I'm totin' my heater (Yeah)
Pull up on him, make it sing, hee-hee him (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
Michael Jackson, I'm totin' that Kel-Tec (Yeah)
Pull up on a nigga block and beat it (Beat it), just beat it (Grrt)
Make a horror scene like Thriller, then leave it (Yeah)
No survivors on the scene, I overachieved it (Yeah)
Damn, Chicago real life CoD, no Xbox achievements (Uh)
Don't matter if he think that he hard
I'll make him kiss the cement (Pussy)
Uh, don't step to my squad, they a bunch of demons (Err)
Ironic, they'll send you to God, if you wanna meet him (Bih', Amen)
[Pre-Chorus]
I ride to the bank then I ride back home, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
They say they missin' me back at home, yeah (But do you for real?)
But no, this not the city I know, uh-uh
Day one's hatin' on the low, yeah
Make me not wanna go there (Not at all)

[Chorus]
Oh, counting the racks up with my bros, yeah (Grrt, pshh)
Rich nigga, totin' them poles, yeah (Baow)
AP wrist, leave 'em froze, yeah (Gling)
Let it off, then I reload, yeah (Okay)
Let it off, then I reload, yeah (Okay)
Let it off, then I reload, yeah (Okay)
Let it off, then I reload (Let's go)

[Verse 2]
Uh, smokin' on Doja (Doj'), yeah
High as a bitch, losin' my composure
(My name is my name), yeah (Is it?)
Invited her over (Come here)
Slumped her over (Come here)
And fucked her over and over (Get outta here)
Haha, runnin' that bitch like a motor (Nyoom)
Money all over my mind (Uh-huh)
I just need her mouth on my scrotum (Come here)
Rich as a bitch, yeah, I know I'm the shit
I remember when I was lookin' for the change in the couches (Uh-huh)
I live in a five million dollar house (Uh-huh)
Rockin' Givenchy that hasn't come out yet (Uh-huh)
Baby, come here, let me break on yo' jaw (Yeah)
You got that A1, they can’t beat that (Uh-huh)
No wonder why I be hitting it raw (Yeah)
We have a lil' one, we can keep that (Uh-huh)
I woke up feelin' above the law (Yeah)
I get so high, I'm above it all (Oh yeah)
She wanna ride, I'ma buckle up (Oh yeah)
Five, four, three, two, one, blastin' off (Okay, oh yeah, bih')
[Pre-Chorus]
I ride to the bank then I ride back home, yeah (Skrrt, I ride, I ride)
They say they missin' me back at home, yeah (They lyin', they lyin')
But no, this is not the city I know, uh-uh
Day one's hatin' on the low, yeah
Make me not wanna go there (Not at all)

[Chorus]
Oh, counting the racks up with my bros, yeah
Rich nigga, totin' them poles, yeah
AP wrist, leave 'em froze, yeah
Let it off, then I reload, yeah
Let it off, then I reload, yeah
Let it off, then I reload, yeah
Let it off then I reload