[Intro: Juice WRLD]

Thirty M's, thirty M's, thirty

Dirty soda, brand new coat

Brand new coat, brand new

Yeah, I like that shit

Uh, dirty soda, in the coat

Brand new soda

Uh, dirty soda, need a coaster

She do coke, no Coca-Cola

Dirty soda in a coaster

She do coke, no Coca-Cola

You know her?

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

I got dirty soda with no coaster

She do coke, no Coca-Cola

Where she from? She say, "The coast"

She get wetter than a boat

That lil' ho gon' do the most

In that pussy, I'ma float

I'm gon' brag, I'm gon' boast

Keep the tags on my clothes

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]

In the kitchen cooking brack in the ho

I grip the K, get it brackin' 'lil ho

You gon' need more than a napkin, ho

I'ma pull up, leave the casket closed

Actin' ratchet with a ratchet ho

I need some brain from a ratchet ho

Slurp on my dick, bitch, Danimals

Show me that you a animal

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch, Juice WRLD]

I remember days, weren't no misses

Hoppin' them fences, runnin' from jakes

I got bulletproofs on all the Cadillacs

A nigga slide through like I'm Obama

Might go in the Saint Laurent store, Louis Vuitton don

I'ma fuck up some commas

I was in the back, eating jambalya

Hop out the PJ straight in my pajamas

Gotta get a haircut for the PJ

I could show you how the fuck we do this shit

You know it's all in the game like it's EA

Have her gobbling dick before the plane land

Put her mouth on mile high mode

Couldn't let the flight attendants through the doors

Had to get a towel out the bathroom 'cause I seen the snot coming out her nose, yeah, yeah

Got some little homies, got some prodigies

And I spent five hundred on Prada tees

Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas

Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat

I make some calls, you can't cop the fleet

Gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets- motherfucking cello, yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD, Polo G]

I got dirty soda with no coaster

She do coke, no coca-cola

Where she from? she say, "The coast"

She get wetter than a boat

That lil' ho gon' do the most

In that pussy, I'ma float (uh)

I'm gon' brag, I'm gon' boast (uh, uh)

Keep the tags on my clothes

[Verse 2: Polo G]

Pull up, new coupe

Right in your hood, I cruise through

Might hit they block with a few troops

Bitch, this is a Glock not a deuce deuce

Get off his body, we nailed him

I heard that boy was a loose screw

So hot, ain't shit you could tell him

Number one trending on YouTube (uh)

My money longer like Uzi

Treat her like a groupie, I do what i want

I guarantee she wanna do me and that's 'cause I'm drippin' in new Saint-Laurent

Them snakes like to lurk in the grass so you better be careful when mowing your lawn

My homie died, I'm disrespectful might dig up they mans just to roll up this blunt

I look at the opps like a comedy

We just say less, let the choppers speak

I come from one of the hottest streets

'cause we'on abide by the policy

A bitch nigga play, he get rocked to sleep

Now I got blood on my prada sneaks

Takedown gang and this Glock was free

Reach for the chain and it's R.I.P, oh, oh

Money to make 'lotta thots with me, I told my bae it's hard not to cheat

Feel like real love an anomaly 'cause I'm used to lovin' so toxically

It's either that or I'm selfish but I only want your heart, no one elses

Knew you was gon' switch up, I felt it

Now I'm addicted to drugs, can't help it

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

I got dirty soda with no coaster

She do coke, no Coca-Cola

Where she from? She say, "The coast"

She get wetter than a boat

That lil' ho gon' do the most

In that pussy, I'ma float

I'm gon' brag, I'm gon' boast

Keep the tags on my clothes

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]

Yeah, ball like 2K, shorty

This coat, it cost two-K, shorty

Kick, push, cracked like Lupe, shorty

Spanish girl like Guadalupe, shorty

My gun bisexual, I shoot ya shorty

I'm on a pedestal, I got authority

These nigga my sons, I need Maury

Playin' with my guns, these ain't toys

All them day one homies who claim is day one, them is not your boys

I heard what they was sayin' when you wasn't in the room, they tryna plot and destroy

I go to war with the opps, I pull up on his block, and they watchin' my missiles deploy

Sippin' the syrup while I load up the gun, go berserk, make him jerk like a reject, boy

Gucci all over my V-neck, boy

My gun a thot, it'll neck that boy

F.N'll disrespect that boy

Yo, lil' bitch, erect my boys

Fuck her from the back, she makin' noise

Dick in her mouth, can't hear her voice

I got the sauce like a packet of soy

Pockets be lookin' just like a morgue

Bet you never seen me drip this fuckin' hard before

Bet you never seen me fuck twenty-three broads before

In one night

Anything is possible, off of the Molly, I put that on my life

Uh, fuck 'em, then shoot up a party

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

I got dirty soda with no coaster

She do coke, no Coca-Cola

Where she from? She say, "The coast"

She get wetter than a boat

That lil' ho gon' do the most

In that pussy, I'ma float

I'm gon' brag, I'm gon' boast

Keep the tags on my clothes

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]

In the kitchen cooking brack in the ho

I grip the K, get it brackin' 'lil ho

You gon' need more than a napkin, ho

I'ma pull up, leave the casket closed

Actin' ratchet with a ratchet ho

I need some brain from a ratchet ho

Slurp on my dick, bitch, Danimals

Show me that you a animal