Video Ribbit de Juice Wrld 2024 Rap Lyrics

Juice Wrld - Ribbit Lyrics

[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)
[Chorus]
Blowin' that gas, nigga (Uh, that gas), bitch, I'm a cash getter (Cash, bitch I'm a cash—)
I'm with countin' figures (Grrt, I'ma count), whatchu' about, nigga? (Bout, whatchu' about?)
You just a clout getter (Lil bitch, you just a clout—)
Rockin' my Ricks, I rip it, uh (Lil bitch, ride my round)
Hop on my dick, bitch, ribbit, uh (Lil bitch, ride my round)
Dick in that pussy, no divot, uh (Lil bitch, ride me round)
I'ma be real with you (I'ma be real, uh)
Bitch, I don't want to deal with you (Bitch I don't wanna deal, uh)
So, I'm gon' .30 clip you (So, I'm gon' .30, uh)
After that, fuck your sister (After that, fuck your sister)

[Verse 2]
I take the clip out the .30, uh (Uh)
Fuckin' yo' bitch, do her dirty, uh (For real)
Fuck a 30, off a 30 (For real)
Yeah, my glizzy is sturdy, uh (For real)
You don't really want no smoke at all (Uh)
Smoke a nigga, then I smoke it all (Smoke, smoke)
I can't focus bitch, I need me some Adderall (Woah, woah)
Molly in my cup, I stir it, mix it with the codeine (Wo-oh)
I'm gon' pop these Percocet, they with ibuprofen
L-O-L to the bank, nah, but I ain't never joking
Never, I ain't never loafing, always keep the toaster on me
L-O-L, I'm walking on their block, they won't never smoke me
Never, they were only joking, 'cause a nigga kept provoking
Haha, these niggas be funny
Especially when they run out of money
They act like they went retarded or sum'
They act like they music ain't garbage or sum'
They act like they ain't a target or sum'
Act like I don't be with No Limit sergeants and 'em
Act like I don't be with No Limit Maneski and 'em
Act like I don't be with No Limit Kyro and 'em
They act like I don't be with No Limit Herbo and 'em(Shh, shh)
Squeezo and 'em(Woof, shh)
Nuskii and Marley, Bibby, G-Money(Shh, shh)
Lil' Ro
Fuck it, I be with them all
[Chorus]
Blowin' that gas, nigga, bitch, I'm a cash getter
I'm with countin' figures, whatchu' about, nigga?
You just a clout getter, uh
Rockin' my Ricks, I rip it, uh
Hop on my dick, bitch, ribbit, uh
Dick in that pussy, no divot, uh
I'ma be real with you (Uh)
Bitch, I don't want to deal with you (Uh)
So, I'm gon' .30 clip you (Grrah, uh)
After that, fuck your sister (Uh-huh)