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Location lyrics - Playboi Carti
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, what? What?
You cannot hop in my car (Yeah, yeah)
Bentley coupe riding with stars (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, what? What? (Yeah, yeah)
I keep a Glock like a cop (Yeah, yeah), uh, ay, yeah (Yeah)
She give the top in the drop (What?)
Yeah, ay (Yeah)
Diamonds, they wet on my arm (Diamonds, they wet on my arm, what?)
Tats on my neck and my arm (Tats on my neck and my arm)
Tats on my neck and my arm (Tats on my neck and my arm, yeah)
Diamonds, they wet on my arm (Diamonds, they wet on my arm, yeah)
Tats on my neck and my arm (Tats on my neck and my arm, yeah, what?)
Diamonds, they wet on my arm (Diamonds, they wet on my arm, yeah, yeah)
Tats on my neck and my arm (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
What? Yeah, what? (Yeah)
What? Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (What?)
Yeah, yeah (What?)
Tats on my neck and my arm, uh
Tats on my neck and my, uh (Yeah)
Uh, ooh (Huh?)
In this bitch going crazy (Huh?)
Uh, yeah (Who?)
I'm with this shit like a baby (Yeah)
Uh, yeah, yeah
I fuck your bitch, she my baby, uh, yeah, yeah (What?)
I treat your bitch like my lady, yeah, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Shorty bend back like the Matrix, uh (Shorty bend back like the Matrix)
Curge whip it up like the '80s, uh (Curge whip it up like the '80s)
I'm in the kitchen, go crazy, uh (I'm in the kitchen, go crazy)
I just want me a Mercedes, uh (I just want me a Mercedes)
Pull up, we toting .380s, uh (Pull up, we toting .380s)
Pull up, I sent the __cpLocation, uh (Pull up, I sent the __cpLocation)
Pull up, I sent the __cpLocation, uh (Pull up, I sent the __cpLocation)
What? What?
You cannot hop in my car (You cannot hop in my car, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bentley coupe riding with stars (Bentley coupe riding with stars, what?)
Yeah, yeah, what? What? (Yeah, yeah)
I keep a Glock like a cop (I keep a Glock like a cop)
Uh, ay, yeah (What? Yeah)
She give the top in the drop (She give the top in the drop, yeah, drop, drop, drop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
Diamonds, they wet on my arm (Diamonds, they wet on my arm)
Tats on my neck and my arm (Tats on my neck and my arm)
Tats on my neck and my arm (Tats on my neck and my arm)
Diamonds, they wet on my arm (Diamonds, they wet on my arm)
Tats on my neck and my arm (Tats on my neck and my arm)
Diamonds, they wet on my arm (Diamonds, they wet on my arm)
Tats on my neck and my arm (Yeah, what?)
Tats on my neck and my arm
Tats on my neck and my arm, yeah, ay (Yeah, yeah)
Tats on my neck and my arm
Tats on my neck and my arm, yeah, yeah
Check, yeah, ay, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, yeah (Yeah)
Tats on my neck and my arm (Yeah)
Magnolia lyrics - Playboi Carti
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Uh
In New York I Milly Rock (Rock)
Hide it in my sock (Sock)
Running from an opp (Opp)
And I shoot at opp (Opp), uh, uh (What?)
And I'm on the block (What?), uh, uh (What? What?)
And I'm on the block (What?)
In New York I Milly Rock (Hello?)
Hide it in my sock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (What?)
Selling that rerock (What? Whoa, what? What? Uh, what? What?)
In New York I Milly Rock (Ooh)
Hide it in my sock (Whoa)
Used to sell rerock (What?)
Running from the cops (Whoa)
Shooting at these opps (Whoa)
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? (Whoa)
Shooting at these opps (What?)
'Cause I run they block (What?), uh
Give me top (Top), uh, in my drop-top
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock)
When I drop, yeah (Drop, drop)
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock)
When I drop, yeah (Drop, drop)
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock)
When I drop, uh (Drop, drop)
Woo, woo, woo, woo (Beep)
Woo, woo (Beep), woo, woo (Beep)
All these hoes want cash (Cash)
All these hoes want bags, uh
Fucking on your bitch (Beep), uh
I'm her dad (Yeah), uh
All these niggas sound like Cash, sound like Cash (Blah)
I'm a soldier, ooh (What?)
Damn, I thought I told you, ooh (What?)
Shooting like a soldier, ooh (Beep)
Like I'm from Magnolia, ooh (What?)
All these niggas (What? What?) always fold (What? What?)
Big bank (What? What?) never fold (What?)
I'm sipping Act' (What?), fill that shit slowly (Hello?)
Bitches on me (What? Beep) say she like my clothing (Yeah)
I'm in London (What?) Yung Carti global (What?)
Designer is on me (Phew) call it dirty laundry (Phew)
All these bitches want Yung Carti (What?), Yung Carti (Yeah)
Ay, Yung Carti, Yung Carti, what? (Hop in the bit', hop in the bit')
Yung Carti, Yung Carti (What? What? Hold on), yeah
All of your bitches, they loose, hold on
All of your bitches, they loose, hold on (Yeah)
All of my bitches, they rich, hold on
And they stay rocking that Rick, hold on
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, what? What? Hold on, what? What? Uh (Yeah)
Rich, rich (Rich)
Cash Carti, bitch (Bitch)
Rich, bitch (Hold on)
Got a rich clique (Hold on)
I'm sucking on the clit (Hold on)
She sucking on the dick (Yeah)
Give that ho a tip (Yeah)
Told her, "Buy some kicks" (Kicks)
Ooh, then I brush my teeth (What?)
Hop up in the whip
Glocky in the whip (Skrrt; Glocky)
Glocky in the whip (Yeah)
And I'm cocky, fucking on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can't stop me (Stop me)
I'm riding in a Masi (What? Masi)
This ain't even my Masi (Nah)
Hope that's not your thotty (What?)
Your bitch look like a auntie (What?)
Walked in with Ashanti (What?)
Damn, that look like 'Shanti (What?)
Damn, that look like Carti (Yeah-yeah)
I think that be Yung Carti
Heard he spent a hundred on a fucking watch piece, that's filthy (Phew, what? Whoa, whoa)
In New York I Milly Rock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (What? What?)
Running from an opp (What? What?)
And I shoot at opp (What? What?), uh, uh (Phew)
And I'm on the block (Phew), uh, uh (Hello?)
And I'm on the block (What?)
In New York I Milly Rock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (Sock)
Selling that rerock (Rerock)
What? What? (What?)
What? Uh, what?
In New York I Milly Rock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (What?)
Use to sell rerock, uh
Running from the cops, uh
Shooting at these opps
You know what I'm saying?
Yo (Yeah), Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga, man
Lookin' lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
[Playboi Carti:]
Woop (Phew)
Yeah (Phew-phew)
Look at these niggas (Phew-phew)
Uh, look at these (Phew-phew, what?)
Blaow, blaow, blaow (Yeah)
(Ooh)
[Playboi Carti {Lil Uzi Vert}:]
Look at these niggas, what? {Uh}
Look at these niggas, ooh {What?}
Look at these niggas, what? {Yeah}
Look at these niggas, what? {ay}
Fuck these niggas, yeah, ooh (little bitch, little bitch)
Fuck these niggas, yeah, uh {ay}
Fuck these niggas, uh, uh
Fuck these niggas, uh {Yeah}
Yeah, little bitch
Fuck these niggas, yeah, uh (Woo)
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Woo)
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Woo)
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Woo)
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Woo)
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Woo)
Yeah, yeah, what? (Uh)
[Playboi Carti:]
Aude' on my wrist, yeah
Might just take your bitch, ooh
Might just take that risk, yeah
Take her on a trip, ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lay it on her tongue, ooh (Yeah)
Put her right to bed, ooh (Yeah)
Hit 'em with the drum, ooh (Brrt)
They gon' feel this shit, ooh (Brrt-brrt, yeah, yeah)
Driving like I'm drunk, ooh (Skrrt)
But I'm off that lean (Lean, yeah)
Bitches wanna fuck, ooh (Yeah)
Ho, come lean on me, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, Promethazine, ooh (Mud)
I can't even see, ooh (I can't even see)
Niggas envy me, ooh (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm MVP, ooh (Yeah)
[Playboi Carti {Lil Uzi Vert}:]
Ooh, yeah, shit, yeah {Yeah, yeah}
Man, it's something, I f—
What the fuck you...?
Oh, I forgot, I forgot, I forgot, I forgot, I forgot
I don't fuck with these niggas
Look at these niggas, uh, uh
Look at these, uh, what? Blatt, blatt {Yeah}
Look at these niggas, what? {Uh}
Look at these niggas, ooh {What?}
Look at these niggas, what? {Yeah}
Look at these niggas, what? {ay}
Uh, fuck these niggas, yeah, ooh (Bitch-ass nigga)
Fuck these niggas, yeah, uh {ay}
Fuck these niggas, uh (little bitch)
Fuck these niggas, uh (little bitch, little bitch)
Yeah (What?), little bitch
Fuck these niggas, yeah, uh (little snitch)
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Snitch)
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Go)
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (What's up?)
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, what? (Uh), {alright}, (I'm good)
[Lil Uzi Vert (Playboi Carti):]
Chopper with the stick (Stick)
And it got the kick
(Ay, Uzi, where my gun at, bruh?)
Got a lot of kick, make you do a backflip, yeah
(Stop, stop playing with me)
I'm a walking lick
Woo, lick, lick, lick, lick
Told that girl that I don't wanna fuck, told her, "Just lick" (Taking your bitch)
Lick (Hey), lick (Ooh), lick (Ooh, ooh)
I cannot fuck you, no, bitch, get the fuck out my whip (Ooh, ooh, skrrt, vroom)
Walk with your shorty, that 40, that's all on my hip
Pull up them Forgis, that's all of my VIP
I ain't got time to be calling no bitch
That's why I always be stalling a bitch
Don't want her no more, I'm passing assists
(Ay, stop, stop playing with me, stop fucking playing with me)
(You know what I'm saying? I'm here fucking with Carti and Uzi)
Jump on a bike, run from the pigs
Smoking that gas, you smoke that mid
Fucked at my crib, met her at LIV
Laugh at these niggas, look at these bitches (What? Blatt, blatt, blatt)
(Cash Carti shit, bitch)
[Playboi Carti:]
Look at these niggas, what? (Beep, yeah)
Look at these niggas, ooh (Carti)
Look at these niggas, what? (What? What?)
Look at these niggas, what? (What? Uh)
Fuck these niggas, yeah, ooh (Bitch-ass nigga)
Fuck these niggas, yeah, uh (Bitch-ass nigga)
Fuck these niggas, uh (little bitch)
Fuck these niggas, uh (little bitch, little bitch)
Yeah, little bitch
Fuck these niggas, yeah, uh (little snitch)
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (little snitch)
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Go)
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (What's up?)
Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (What's up?)
Yeah, yeah, what? (Uh)
Little snitch-ass nigga
I don't fuck with these niggas, I forgot, nigga
I think they forgot
Wokeuplikethis* lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Know I got a lot, lot
I'm a rock star
I'm a rock star (Know I got a lot, lot)
I'm a rock star
I'm a rock star
[Playboi Carti:]
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk
I woke up to niggas soundin' like me
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me
Oh, I think they like me, yeah, they like me
Diamonds on me, ice cream, ho, that slightly
My Draco bitch a Spike Lee, diamonds on me biting
I heard these niggas wanna fight me
Meet me at my next show but you better bring a pipe, B
We ain't fighting
I think she like me, exciting, ooh, so exciting
Fuck me, Bentley coupe I'm riding with a thottie, fuck
I just spent a hundred on my watch piece, fuck
I done fell in love with a thottie, fuck
She just wanna fuck me for my clout, fuck
Bitch, I'm off the lean I crash the Audi, fuck
Might just spend 200 on this Audi, truck
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk
I woke up to niggas soundin' like me
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me
[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Oh, I think they like me, yeah, in my white tee
Oh, no, no, no, baby, smoke so much dope need some Visine
These young nigga don't like me, but act just like me (Why?)
Fucked all of y'all bitches so they parties don't invite me
That bitch, that's your wifey, she so triflin'
I been gettin' money so don't nothin' really excite me
Carti poured a six in the four of the right lean
Damn, that boy askin' for some more like the Sprite clean
Yeah, that's that dirty, that's that dirty
That girl all up in my face like she ain't tried to swerve me
These boys all up in my lane, I swear they keep on merging
No, I cannot see a lame 'cause my Rolls-Royce got curtains
[Playboi Carti:]
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk
I woke up to niggas soundin' like me
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me
Oh, I think they like me, think she like me
The bitch want to indict me, she can't find me
I'm like dirty up the Sprite please, with some ice please
We pop beans and like to sip lean, oh oh
Xans, Percs, molly, we got hella things
I'm in love with the guap, gave it a wedding ring
And I swear I had these thots before I got the fame
And I swear I had the Glock before I got the chain
I'm in Bompton with Pirus and I don't even bang, yeah (Slatt)
Shoutout G Weed and Yung L, yeah, ho, that the gang
Shoutout GiGi that's my boo, she know that I claim
Shootin' at these niggas like I'm in the paint
Woke up like this
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk
I woke up to niggas soundin' like me
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me
I woke up to niggas soundin' like me
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me
Let It Go lyrics - Playboi Carti
(We lit, bruh)
Yeah (Hello?)
I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (whoa, hello?)
(I wake up to bad bitches, know what I'm sayin'? 2900 shit)
What? What? Uh (Cash, cash), huh? (Cash, cash)
(Blood Gang)
I think the Xans' tryna tell me something (Cash, what?)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I came in with a cool hundred (Huh? Came in with a cool hundred)
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
And I got some bitches comin' (Yeah, and I got some bitches comin')
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
And I got some bitches callin' (What?)
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
Uh, yeah (Yeah)
I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (whoa, for the low, blatt)
Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (For the low, go)
If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (I'm in love, blatt)
Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (Let it go)
Let it go on your block, I'ma do a show (Blatt, blatt, yeah)
He a pussy, he a opp, he gon' call the po' (Yeah)
All my niggas, they on go, they on fuckin' go (What?)
Got the pole with the scope, know I keep a pole (Wow)
Why these niggas, why these mans actin' like some hoes? (Yeah)
In my Ksubi jeans (Fuck these niggas)
Uh, bankroll, bankroll, bankroll (Fuck these niggas, yeah)
That bitch all on me (What? Go)
TerRio, TerRio, TerRio (What?)
Got a stripper bitch that bend on me (Cash, cash)
J. Lo, J. Lo, J. Lo
(Came in, what? What?)
(I think the Xans tryna tell me something)
I came in with a cool hundred (I came in with a cool hundred)
And I got some bitches comin' (And I got some bitches callin')
And I got some bitches callin' (And I got some bitches callin'. Huh? Ooh, what? What?)
Yeah (Yeah)
I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (For the low, blatt)
Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (Yeah, blatt)
If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (Blatt, blatt)
Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (Do a show, uh, ooh)
Fuck that bitch, I go too dumb (Blatt)
Rick Owens on top of ones
We don't do no one-on-ones (Blatt)
Put that Xanny on your tongue
Rock the show out like a punk
She the type of bitch that love to fuck (Blatt)
Baby, you the chosen one
And, baby, I don't fuck with none
Fell asleep in LA, woke up to the sun, ooh
Fuck my PO, he know I got hella guns (Yeah)
Ooh, and shoutout my OG, he know he keep in one, uh
Fuck that SGP, he know I brung the phonk (Cash, Cash, what?)
Hit him with the pump, leave him in the trunk (Cash)
Uh, would have fucked your baby mama but it stunk (Yeah)
Uh, beat a nigga ass, leave a nigga lumped (whoa, what? What? What?)
I came in with a cool hundred (Blatt, what? What?)
And I got some bitches comin' (Blatt, what? What?)
And I got some bitches callin' (Blatt, ooh, beep, beep, what? What?)
Uh, yeah (Yeah)
I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (I'm with Dro, blatt)
Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (For the low, blatt)
If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (I'm in love, blatt)
Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (whoa)
Ooh (Beep)
Half & Half lyrics - Playboi Carti
Rock out
Yeah, yeah, rock out
Shout-out 8—808
808
Yeah
This is not pop, this some rock, ay (Rock out)
This is not pop, this some rock, ay (This is not pop, this some rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, ay (This is not pop, this some rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, ay (This is not pop, this some rock)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the Glock)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Glocky)
Came in that bitch with the Glock, yeah (What? Yeah)
Came in that bitch with the mob, yeah (What? What?)
This is not pop, this some rock, yeah
This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, ooh (Came in that bitch with the squad)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the mob)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the, uh)
Came in that bitch with the mob (Came in that bitch with a, what?)
Came in that bitch with the Glock, yeah
Came in that bitch with the mob, ay (Glocky)
I poured the lean on the rocks, ay (What?)
I put the crack in the drop, yeah, ooh (I put the crack in the drop)
Who that little boy on the block? Hey (Block)
Up in the trap in the spot, yeah (Spot)
I might go cook in the pot, ay (Pot)
I might go spit in the pot, yeah (Blatt)
All of these bitches, they wanna fuck Carti 'cause Carti, he got a little guap, ooh (All of these bitches, they want to fuck Carti)
Fuck the little bitch in my loft, ooh (Loft)
Little bitch lost in my loft, ooh (Little bitch lost in the loft)
Count up three hundred, I'm boss, ooh (Count up three hundred, I'm boss)
I spent the guap on my watch (What?)
Bitch, I'm a boss, call the shots (Shots)
Yeah, hop on the track, change the charts (Charts)
Rock this shit, out no guitar ('Tar)
Hop on the plane on a bar (Rock out, beep)
You bitch, you fucking a star (Beep, bitch you fucking a star)
Little bitch, can't hop in the car (Bitch, can't hop in the car)
Little bitch can't be my little broad (Broad)
Fuck that little bitch, fuck that little bitch, pass that little bitch to my boy, ooh (What?)
Rocking that Gucci decor, ooh (Yeah)
This is not pop, this some rock, ay (Rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, ay (This is not pop, this some rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, ay (This is not pop, this some rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, ayo (This is not pop, this some rock)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with a Glock)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the mob, Glocky)
Came in that bitch with the Glock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)
Came in that bitch with the mob, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock, Glocky)
This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, ooh (Came in that bitch with the squad)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the mob)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the, uh)
Came in that bitch with the mob (Came in that bitch with a, what?)
Came in that bitch with the Glock with the mob
All of my niggas, they shoot all the time
Came in that bitch but I came with a .9
2900, my niggas, they fire
All of my bitches, they looking too fine
All of these bitches, they came and they mine
All of my niggas, they shoot and they fire
If you not right then a nigga get fired
She can come kick just for the night
I'ma go fuck just for the night
Gucci my kicks, came with the spike
Shooting that shit, feeling like Spike
Fendi my clothes, Fendi my ho
Fendi my clothes, Fendi my ho
Walk in that bitch feeling like Dro (Beep)
Walk in that bitch, I just want more, switch it up, uh
I fucked that bitch right 'fore the show, right 'fore the shot, switch it up, uh
I pour a four right 'fore the show, right 'fore the shot, switch it up, uh
I fuck that bitch, I fuck that bitch, pass to my bro, switch it up, uh (Switch it Up)
Count it up, count it up, uh (Yung Carti)
Run it up, run it up, uh (Yung Carti), switch it up
This is not pop, this some rock, ay (Rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, ay (This is not pop, this some rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, ay (This is not pop, this some rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, ayo (This is not pop, this some rock)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with a Glock)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the mob, Glocky)
Came in that bitch with the Glock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)
Came in that bitch with the mob, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)
This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock, Glocky)
This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, ooh (Came in that bitch with the squad)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the mob)
Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the, uh)
Came in that bitch with the mob (Came in that bitch with a, what?)
This is not pop, this some rock (Glocky)
This is not pop, this some rock (What?)
I poured the lean on the rocks (What? Glocky)
I poured the lean on the rocks (Beep)
I poured the lean on the rocks (What? What? Beep, yeah, yeah)
(I poured the lean on the...)
New Choppa lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. A$ap Rocky)
[Playboi Carti (A$AP Rocky):]
What? Yeah, shit, yeah, woo
(Uh-huh, mm-hmm, yeah, yeah)
[Playboi Carti {A$AP Rocky}:]
New choppa, new choppa, it came with the beam (Yeah)
Actavis, pouring up lean (Yeah)
Got Flacko, yeah, Rocky, he pass me the beam (Yeah)
I shoot like Hakeem (What?) {LeBron}
All of these knots in my jeans (Yeah)
Alexander of McQueen (Yeah, yeah)
{Uh-huh, uh-huh, mm-hmm, yeah, yeah}
Diamonds, they lookin' like ice (Yeah)
I whip the ho like I'm Ike (Yeah)
Stack up my cash, I got height (Yeah)
Take advantage of the Sprite (Yeah)
Take the bando, bring the hype (Yeah)
We just go hard in the kitchen {Yeah}
{Uh-huh, uh-huh, mm-hmm, yeah, yeah}
Had to catch up with my bitches (Yeah)
They know that young nigga be living (Yeah), {what?}
{Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, mm-hmm, yeah, yeah}
[Playboi Carti {A$AP Rocky}:]
Run it up, run it up, run it up (Beep)
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa (Yeah)
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, mm-hmm, yeah, yeah)
New chopper, new chopper, new chopper
Run it up, run it up, run it up
{I ain't hearing what you say}
(New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa)
{I ain't listening to what you say}
(Run it up, run it up, run it up)
{Get the fuck up out the way}
(New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa)
Go on, let a player play
(New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa)
Run it up
[A$AP Rocky:]
I roll up an L in the lobby
My partner's got wops and it's probably a Glock or a Tommy
From H to the E double hockey sticks
Keep a choppa, chop you if you try me, bitch
Let's see who next on my homi' list
Carti like, "Rocky, you bodied this"
That's my prerogative
Shit on them, that's on my potty list
Accused of being bougie by a snobby bitch
Cops want to ID us
Hope they as fast as my Adidas
She say I'm special, that's obvious
Rich 'cause my ideas
Run up the racks
"For the most part I rap," when they ask what my hobby is
Run it up, not one of them
Rich as fuck, I'm a hundred up
Swipe, swipe, like I'm on a bus
It's A$AP and I ain't one to rush
[Playboi Carti {A$AP Rocky}:]
Run it up, run it up, run it up (Yeah)
{Uh-huh, uh-huh, mm-hmm, yeah, yeah}
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa (Yeah)
{Uh-huh, uh-huh, mm-hmm, yeah, yeah}
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
{I ain't hearing what you say}
(New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa)
{I ain't listening to what you say}
(Run it up, run it up, run it up)
{Get the fuck up out the way}
(New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa)
{Go on, let a player play}
(Run it up)
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa (Run it up, run it up)
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa (What? Chop, bitch)
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
(New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa)
Other Shit lyrics - Playboi Carti
Yeah, tripping, yeah
You on some other shit, uh (You tripping)
You on some other shit, uh (You tripping)
I be on other shit, what?
You on some other shit (What?)
The clip, it came with a clip (What?)
My bitch, she came with a bitch, yeah (What?)
Whip, it came with the whip, what? (What?)
You on some other shit, yeah, what? What? (Wow)
I be on other shit, what? What? What? (Wow)
I be on other shit, yeah, what? What? (Wow)
You on some other shit, yeah, ooh, what? (Wow)
You on some other shit
Ay, the clip came with a clip, uh (What?)
Your bitch came with a bitch
Sagging my jeans in this bitch, yeah, yeah (Sagging my jeans in this bitch)
Walk with a limp, ay (Walk with a limp)
All of them dig on the squad, ooh, yeah, ay (Counting that cash on a bitch)
Look at the squad
All of my niggas got cash, ooh, yeah, ay. (Counting that cash on a bitch)
Dealing that hard
All of my niggas got Rollies, ooh, yeah, ay. (What? What?)
Looking like frauds
Look at that bag of that cash, ooh, yeah, ay (Look at that bag of that cash)
Ain't looking at y'all, ooh, uh (Look at that bag of that cash), what?
Getting it in, sending it out, uh, uh, uh (What? What?)
Cooking that shit, the In & Out, uh (Wow, wow, wait, wait, wait, wait)
(Yeah, tripping, yeah)
You on some other shit, uh
You on some other shit, uh
I be on other shit, uh
You on some other shit, uh (Yeah)
You on some other shit, yeah, what? What? (Wow)
I be on other shit, what? What? What? (Wow)
I be on other shit, uh, what? What? (Wow)
You on some other shit, yeah, uh, what? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
You on some other shit
Ooh, I'm on some other shit, uh (You tripping)
Taking my time and shit, ooh (You tripping)
Got money for bond and shit, ooh (What?)
Toting my 9 and shit, ooh (What?)
Walk in designer, bitch, yeah
Walk in and trying on shit, ooh
I walked then I walked to the bitch, uh
Walked in and bought the whole kit, uh
I'm on some other shit (Shit)
You on some other shit (Shit)
You on some other shit, uh (Yeah)
You on some other shit, uh
I be on other shit, uh
You on some other shit, uh
You on some other shit, yeah, what? What? (What? Wow)
I be on other shit, what? What? What? (I been, wow)
I be on other shit, uh, what? What? (Wow)
You on some other shit, yeah, uh, what? (Yeah, yeah)
You on some other shit
No. 9 lyrics - Playboi Carti
(Yeah)
Oxycontin
Xans (Xans), Molly (Lean)
Carti (Yeah), Carti, ooh (Cash)
Carti (Cash), Carti (Yeah)
Gang (Gang), with me (With me)
Flacko (Flacko), Bari (Bari)
Switch (Switch), lanes (Lanes, skrrt)
Bentley, 'Rari ('Rari)
(Damn, J Stew, you made this one too?)
(Bih', bih')
(Bih', bih')
Uh (Yeah)
Lil' nigga countin' up (Up)
Big guap (Guap), Carti up (Up)
Lil' shawty wanna fuck (Fuck)
I'm in Lenox countin' up (Up)
Fuck a bitch, tell her fuck (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Number 9 (What?), keep it tucked (Yeah)
Number (N)ine jeans, yeah (Yeah)
Got a bitch fiendin', yeah (Uh)
Fendi, Prada
Look, shawty (Shawty)
Spend a quarter million on some molly (Molly)
Might just fuck me a model (Model)
Poppin' bottles all the time (Ooh)
Little nigga, stop whinin' (Yeah)
I just fucked his bitch, yeah, yeah
We just got some new shit
We gon' hit 'em with that stick (Yeah, shit)
Pull up on your block quick (Quick)
QuikTrip, how I keep a zip (Zip)
I got all the gas (Gas)
I got all the pills (Pills)
Niggas simp (Simp)
Carti pimp (Pimp)
Big guap (Guap), Carti up (Up)
Lil' shawty wanna fuck (Fuck)
I'm in Lenox countin' up (Up)
Fuck a bitch, tell her fuck (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Number 9 (What?), keep it tucked (Yeah)
Number (N)ine jeans, yeah (Yeah)
Got a bitch fiendin', yeah (Uh)
Oxycontin
Xans (Xans), Molly (Lean)
Carti (Yeah), Carti, ooh (Cash)
Carti (Cash), Carti (Yeah)
Gang (Gang), with me (With me)
Flacko (Flacko), Bari (Bari)
Switch (Switch), lanes (Lanes)
Bentley (Skrrt), 'Rari, ooh ('Rari)
Poppin' painkillers, yeah, yeah
I just poured a four inside the liter, yeah, yeah
And your bitch just said she need a real nigga, yeah, yeah
Raf Simons that's on me, bitch, no Hilfiger, yeah, yeah
I was on the block 'til I got up, nigga ('Til I got up), yeah
If your bitch gon' fuck she gon' get stuck, nigga, yeah, yeah
Told her hurry up, we gotta rush, nigga (Gotta rush)
'Cause these niggas snitchin' on the up niggas (On the up), yeah, yeah (Up)
Big guap (Guap), Carti (Carti), up (Up)
Lil' shawty (Shawty), wanna fuck (Fuck)
I'm in Lenox (Lenox), countin' up (Up)
Fuck a bitch (Bitch), tell her fuck (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Number 9 (What?), keep it tucked (Yeah)
Number (N)ine ((N)ine), jeans, yeah (Yeah)
Got a bitch (Bitch), fiendin', yeah (Uh)
Dothatshit! lyrics - Playboi Carti
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ay, turn me all the way up (I'm in this motherfucker)
Turn that, take the Auto-Tune off
I don't need no fucking Auto-Tune
Fuck the Auto-Tune (Fuck that Auto-Tune shit)
Beep (What?)
Beep (Yeah)
Beep (Talk to 'em, Yung Carti)
Beep, beep, beep
What?
Yeah, yeah
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit
Got these bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit"
Got these bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit," uh
Got these niggas saying, "Yeah, he do that shit," ooh, uh
Sucking on my dick like she new to this, yeah, ooh
Blowing through the check, yeah, we new to this
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit, uh
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Beep, what?)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (What?)
Got them bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit," (Yeah, he do that shit), ooh, ooh
Sucking on my dick like she new to this (Like she new to this), uh, what?
Blowing through the check, yeah, I'm new to this (Way I do this shit), uh, what?
Running shit back like a Frisbee, bitch, uh, uh (Run that shit, yeah)
Bring that shit back like a Frisbee, bitch, uh (Like a Frisbee, bitch)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just live this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it just shoot the shit, yeah, ooh
Got these niggas saying, "Yeah, he do that shit"
And he'd rather go talk about it than do this shit
Pull up on your block and we shooting shit (And we shooting shit, ay Pi'erre)
Pull up on your bitch and I'm hitting it (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, oh yeah)
Hitting on your bitch, yeah, I'm killing it (On your bitch, yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do it (little talking bitch)
Hit a little nigga with the Ruger (Watch me shoot a bitch)
Hit a little nigga with the Ruger (What? What? What?)
Little nigga, I'm that nigga, yeah (What? What?)
I'm fucking on your little biddie, yeah (What? What?)
I wear Raf Simons, never Hilfiger, yeah (At all, what?)
South Atlanta, yeah, we coming up, uh, ooh, ooh (What?)
Put your middle fingers up, ooh, ooh
Pour it in my double cup (Lean, lean)
Extendo clip, double up (Beep)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just shoot it up (What? What?)
Fuck that little nigga, fuck a nigga up (Yeah)
Fuck the cash up, fuck the cash up, I fuck the cash up
Fuck the cash up, get the math up, math up
(What? What? What? What?)
Oh yeah, yeah, hey (What? What?)
Pi'erre, hold up (What?)
Oh yeah, yeah, hold up (What?)
Pi'erre (What?), cash
Oh yeah, yeah (What?)
Pi'erre (What?)
Oh yeah, yeah (What?)
Pi'erre (What? What?)
And I'd rather not talk about it, nigga, uh (Beep, what?)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do this shit (Yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it (Talk about it)
Got these niggas saying, "Yeah, he do that shit" (What?)
Got these bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit" (What? What?)
Got these niggas saying, "Yeah, he do that shit" (Carti do that shit)
Got these bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit" (Carti do that shit, what? What?)
Got these, uh (What? What? Oh yeah, do that shit)
And I'd rather not talk about it just do that shit
Carti do that shit (What? What? What?)
Carti do that shit (What?)
Let's do this shit
Yo, Pi'erre
Lame Niggaz lyrics - Playboi Carti
I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (What? Uh, what?)
I heard you talkin' to them lame niggas (What? What? What? What? Woo)
I see you walkin' with that lame nigga (What? What? What? Lame)
I heard you stallin' with a lame nigga (What? What? What? What? Lame)
I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (What? What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, hello? What? What?)
I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (What? What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo, what?)
I see you stallin' with a lame nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what? What?)
Ho, stop callin' up them lame niggas
Ho, stop chillin' with them lame niggas
Kickin' it with them lame niggas (Lames)
Fuckin' with them lame bitches (Lame)
Tryna fuck for fame bitches (What? What? Woo, ooh)
Tryna fuck for fame bitches (Ayy, what?)
Tryna fuck Carti 'cause he famous (Uh, ooh, yeah, ooh)
She in love with the dick too (Too, oh)
Bitch, I got a ruler, feel like Uzi (Uzi, oh)
And I bought a Uzi (Ooh), boy, don't lose it (Lose it, ooh)
Bitch, I'm off the Xanny (Ooh), I just lose it (Ooh)
Bitch, my pockets stupid thick (Ooh)
Pockets thicker than my bitch (Ooh)
Pockets thicker than your bitch, ooh, ooh
That's your bih' (Come here, yeah, ooh)
You sure that's your bih'? (Huh, yeah)
I fucked that bih' (Come here, yeah, yeah, come here, uh, yeah)
I fucked that bih' (Bih', yeah, what? What?)
I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (What? Uh, woo)
I heard you talkin' to them lame niggas (What? What? What? What?)
I see you walkin' with that lame nigga (What? Seen you walkin', what? What? Hello?)
I heard you stallin' with a lame nigga (What? What? Heard you stallin' with a lame nigga, what? What?)
I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (What? What? I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas What? What?)
I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (What? What? What? What? Ooh)
I see you stallin' with a lame nigga (See you stallin' with a lame nigga, what? What?)
Ho, stop callin' up them lame niggas
Ho, stop chillin' with them lame bitches (What? What?)
Tryna fuck for fame bitches (Fame)
I swear to God, I keep fuckin' the same bitches
Fuck all of these rapper hoes
Fuck all of these rappers though
Robbed a nigga for rapper dough (What?)
Then I count some rapper dough
Uh, I don't want to fuck these hoes
I don't even want to fuck these hoes
Damn, this shit so radical
Damn, my shit so radical
Ray Allen, I shoot at you (What?)
Ray Allen, she down to stroke (Uh, What? What?)
Used to rock them ballies though (Uh, What? What? Ooh)
House up in the Cali, ho (What? What? What?)
Fuckin' on a Cali ho (Yeah, what? Yeah, Ooh)
Bitch, just check the saly', ho (Uh, what? What? What?)
Eatin' good, that salad, ho (Yeah, yeah, what? What? What?)
I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (What? What? What?)
I heard you talkin' to them lame niggas (What? What? Woo)
I see you walkin' with that lame nigga (Seen you walkin', what? Hello?)
I heard you stallin' with a lame nigga (Heard you stallin' with a lame nigga)
I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (Hello?)
I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (Woo)
I see you stallin' with a lame nigga (What? What? What?)
Ho, stop callin' up them lame niggas (What? What? What?)
Yah Mean lyrics - Playboi Carti
You know what I'm saying
Young pretty-ass nigga, you know
Young handsome ass nigga, you know
Pretty nigga, you dig?
Shawty wanna ball with the team (Team, what? What?)
Money sitting tall, Yao Ming (What? Beep)
Shawty wanna kick it with the team (What? What?)
I got all this guap on me (Guap, guap, guap, guap)
Shawty wanna ball with the team (Team, guap, guap)
Money sitting tall, Yao Ming (What?)
Guap, guap (What?)
Guap, guap (What?)
Guap, guap (What?)
Guap, guap (What? What? What?)
Guap, guap (What?)
Guap, guap (What?)
Guap, guap (What?)
Guap, guap (What? What? What? What? What?)
Uh, shawty wanna ball with the team (Team, what?)
Money sitting tall, Yao Ming (What? What?)
I'm counting all this guap on me (What? What?)
Counting all this guap, you know what I mean? (You know what I mean, nigga, check it, what?)
Sipping on that motherfucking lean (What? What?)
Promethazine, motherfucking lean (Purple, motherfucking 'Tech, Actavis)
Niggas watered down like some fucking chlorine (What? What?)
Bitch, it's Lord of the Rings (Beep, ice, ice)
Diamonds looking like summertime (Look at the ice, look at the ice, ice)
Tryna bite my flow and my rhymes (Look at the ice, ice, you got that shit, you got that shit)
I thought I told that ho the world is mines (Look at the ice, ice, what? What?)
I just took his bitch like a crime (Look at the ice, what? What? What? What?)
Shawty wanna ball with the team (Team, ball with the team, ball with the)
Money sitting tall, Yao Ming (What? Money sitting tall, Yao Ming)
Shawty wanna kick it with the team (What? Team, what?)
I got all this guap on me (Guap, guap)
Shawty wanna ball with the team (Team, Guap, guap, guap, guap)
Money sitting tall, Yao Ming (What? Guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, beep)
(Fucking on that swoop, fucking on that ho)
Ooh, fucking on that swoop, fucking on that ho (What?)
Fucked her in the coupe (Yeah), then she popped the blue (Yeah-yeah)
Whoa, ooh (Yeah), South Atlanta goon (Yeah)
RIP Troup (What? What? What? What? Beep)
At the Citgo (What?), you know how it go (Gas)
Count them big bankrolls (What?), and she on the pole
And she came a long way from the stripper pole, that my ho (Yeah)
And I came a long way from kicking doors, that's on bro (What? Look at the ice)
Shawty wanna ball with the team (Ball with the team, ball with the)
Money sitting tall, Yao Ming (Money sitting tall, Yao Ming)
Shawty wanna kick it with the team (What? Team)
I got all this guap on me (Guap, guap)
Shawty wanna ball with the team (Team)
Money sitting tall, Yao Ming (What? What? What? What?)
Fucking on that swoop, fucking on that ho
Fucking on that swoop, fucking on that ho
Fucking on that swoop, fucking on that ho
Fucking on that swoop, fucking on that ho
Fucking on that swoop, fucking on that ho
Flex lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Leven Kali)
100% Juice
KasimGotJuice
Uh (J. Cash Beats), ooh, ooh
[Playboi Carti:]
All of these bitches, they mad, ooh
All of these niggas, they mad, ooh
All of these bitches, they mad, ooh
All of these niggas, they mad, ooh
I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be bad)
I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be mad)
I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be bad)
Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag, ooh (Shawty be mad)
Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad, ooh (Shawty be bad)
All of these niggas, they mad, ooh (Shawty be mad)
All of these niggas, they mad, ooh (Shawty be bad)
Walk in the building, I flex on that boy (Shawty be mad)
I flex on that boy with the bag, ooh (Shawty be bad)
Ice on my neck and my mama like:
"Boy, where you get all of that cash?" (Shawty be bad)
I got the bag (Ooh), ice on my wrist
Mama like, "Where you get this?"
I got her sad (Ooh), gave her a brick
Then I gave her a lil' kiss (Ooh)
Yeah, I rock out in the six (Six)
But nigga, we fire, we split
I'm taking your shit, you college kid (Ooh)
We really be popping shit (Ooh)
I hit a lick, no kid (Ooh)
I had a lick but no bih' (Ooh)
She suck me up like a tick (Ooh)
Damn my weed smell like a pit (Ooh)
He do that talking, he simp (Ooh)
Damn, that bitch got a lil' thick (Ooh)
I told that bitch to come in (Ooh)
I told that bitch to come in (Ooh)
All of these bitches, they mad (Ooh)
All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh)
All of these bitches, they mad (Ooh)
All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh, shawty be bad)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh, shawty be mad)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh, shawty be bad)
Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag (Ooh, shawty be mad)
Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad (Ooh, shawty be bad)
All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh, shawty be mad)
All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh, shawty be bad)
Walk in the building, I flex on that boy (Shawty be mad)
I flex on that boy with the bag (Ooh, shawty be bad)
Ice on my neck and my mama like: (Shawty be mad)
"Boy, where you get all of that cash?" (ay, shawty be bad)
[Rubi Rose (Playboi Carti):]
Yeah, who the fuck is you talking to, nigga?
The fuck you think this is?
You think 'cause you got a couple dollars you a fucking playboy? Nigga, you ain't no fucking playboy, nigga
You ain't nothing, nigga
Fuck outta here, Carti
Fuck outta here with the bullshit, dog (J. Cash on the beat)
Don't call my phone with that shit, my nigga (You sound real mad right now)
Real mad? (You sound real mad right now)
Nigga, I don't ever get mad (Is you mad or what?)
This nigga tripping
(Is you mad or what?)
(Is you mad or what?)
[Leven Kali (Playboi Carti):]
Girl, that's bad for us (Is you mad or what?)
Say you mad for once (Is you mad or what?)
Said she had enough (Is you mad or what?)
Girl, that's bad for us (Is you mad or what?)
She came back for once (Is you mad or what?)
Yeah it's probably done (Is you mad or what?)
She gon' back that ass (Is you mad or what?)
I'm gonna spaz for us (Yeah, yeah, uh) (Is you mad or what?)
Girl, that's bad for us (Yeah-yeah) (Is you mad or what?)
Say you mad for once (Just say you're mad girl) (Is you mad or what?)
Said she had enough (Yeah) (Is you mad or what? What, what)
Girl, that's bad for us (Is you mad or what? Watch)
[Playboi Carti:]
I guess you're not feeling me, uh (What?)
Not feeling the energy
Baby girl, we can do plan A (Is you mad or what?)
Baby girl, we can do plan B (Bleh)
I walk in that bitch, they playing my shit (Is you mad or what? Bleh)
Walk in that bitch, eyes on the kicks (Bleh)
Walk in that bitch, eyes on the fit (Is you mad or what?)
I look at your bitch, then blow her a kiss, muah, ooh (Wow, wow)
I got that deuce in the coupe, huh (Wow, ooh)
Got a white bitch like YesJulz, huh (Is you mad or what?)
All of my niggas, they fool, huh (Mad or what? Yeah, what? Yeah)
Look at that boy, look at his jewels (What? What?)
All of my niggas, they bool, huh (Mad or what? Yeah, what?)
Louboutins bleed in the booth, ooh (Is you mad? What? What?)
These niggas, they looking like who? Cash, Cash, Cash
My outfit just made the front page
Hop off the plane, I run to the stage, yeah, ooh
Your hoe getting laid, Yeah, ay
She might come in late (Yeah)
I heard that your nigga Atlanta (I heard that your nigga Atlanta)
I heard that your nigga LA (I heard that your nigga LA)
I heard that your nigga a lame (I heard that your nigga a lame, JCash)
[Playboi Carti {Leven Kali}:]
Might sing on a bitch (ay)
Might sing on this shit
Might sing on a bitch
I might just sing on this shit
I might just sing on this shit
I might sing on this shit {Oh, whoa}
I might just sing on this shit (I might just sing on this shit, yeah, what?)
Kelly K lyrics - Playboi Carti
And I only fuck with thick hoes
White ho, let's go, ay, that's my type, though (That's my type)
Yeah, white ho, yeah, yeah, let's go, (What? What?)
White ho, yeah, yeah, let's go
(And I only fuck with)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)
And I only fuck with rich hoes (And I only fuck with, yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I only fuck with)
White ho, yeah ooh, uh
Let's go, ooh, yeah
White ho, yeah, ooh
Let's go, ooh, yeah (Yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I only fuck with, yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I, yeah, yeah)
Black ho, ooh, yeah
Let's go, ooh, what? (Let's go)
Black ho, yeah, yeah
Let's go
Ooh, she just need a nigga, uh, with a check, though, ooh, yeah
Moving too slow, move to the left, ho, ooh
Moving too slow, move to the left, ho, ooh, yeah
Hurry up, we hopping on this jet though, ooh, ooh
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, uh (And I only fuck with)
I'm a skinny nigga, you see these tight clothes, ooh, ooh
Piped up, yeah, I'm piped, ho (Piped up), ooh
Come and get piped for the night, ho, ooh, ooh (For the night ho)
Designer drugs and I need some ice, ho, ooh, ooh
A lot of hoes, yeah, I need some condoms, ooh, ooh
Fucking with Yung Carti, you'll get high, ho, ooh, ooh (You get high)
(808 Mafia)
You riding too slow, are you high, ho? (Are you high ho? Skrrt)
Ooh, ooh, uh (Slow, yeah)
Are you high, ho?
Come and sip some drank, pop some pills
Come get high, ho (Are you high?)
We be on a jet, we so high
We on fly mode (We so high)
I be flexing on these niggas, pop
But they pop mode
Ooh, what? Yeah, uh, uh
With my eyes closed
Ooh, what? Ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm on Bang Bros
Ooh, what? Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got hella hoes
I got hella hoes, ooh, yeah (Hella hoes)
Got that nasty flow (Yeah, yeah)
She get nasty though
And I only fuck with rich hoes (And I only fuck with, yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I only fuck with)
White ho, yeah ooh, uh
Let's go, ooh, yeah
White ho, yeah, ooh
Let's go, ooh, yeah (Yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I only fuck with, yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I, yeah, yeah)
Black ho, ooh, yeah
Let's go, ooh, what? (Let's go)
Black ho, yeah, yeah
Let's go
Yeah, yeah (Let's go), uh, uh
Ho, I'm flexed up
Looking like who next up, uh (Like who next up)
Hold your face up (Hold your face up)
I just got my check up, uh (Got my check up)
Got my cash up (Got my cash up)
You can't get no check, cuz, uh (No check, cuz)
Get your bands up (Get your bands up, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Face down, ass up, yeah, yeah
Walk around the club with your hands up, yeah, yeah (I walk around that shit)
Walk around the club, I'm no dancer, uh, uh (I walk around that bitch)
Keep that pole on me, I might just blam ya, uh, uh (Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)
Keep that pole on me, I told him man up, ooh, ooh (Blatt-blatt-blatt)
Walk inside that bitch, I made them stand up, ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I'm a walking lick, bitch, where your camera? Uh, ooh (Where your camera?)
(808 Mafia)
If she want that whole thing, I gave her sample, ooh (I gave her a little though)
The way I stole that bitch like where your man go? Ooh, ooh (I took your little ho)
Fucking on this bitch inside the bando, ooh, ooh
Sucking on this dick, they use no hands though, ooh, ooh
I just turned this bitch into my main ho, ooh, yeah
And I only fuck with rich hoes (What? And I only fuck with, yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah
White ho, ooh, uh
Let's go, ooh, yeah
White ho, yeah, ooh
Let's go, ooh, yeah
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (Yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I only fuck with)
Black ho, ooh, yeah
Let's go, ooh, what?
Black ho, yeah, yeah
Let's go, ooh, uh (Let's go)
And I only fuck with rich hoes, ooh, what?
And I only fuck with thick hoes, uh, yeah
White ho, ooh, uh (White ho)
Let's go, ooh, yeah (Let's go)
White ho, yeah, ooh (White ho)
Let's go, ooh, yeah (Let's go)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I only fuck with thick hoes)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I only fuck with thick hoes)
Black ho, ooh, yeah
Let's go, ooh, what?
(808 Mafia)
Black ho, yeah, yeah
Let's go
Ooh, ooh, yeah, my main ho
Take that dirty money, ho (Uh, yeah)
To the bank, ho (Yeah, yeah)
First you flip a birdie, ho (Flip a birdie, bitch)
Make a name, ho (Yeah)
I go 730, ho (730, bitch)
On the drank, ho (Yeah, ooh, lean, on me)
Like what you drank, ho? (Yeah)
I pour up that pink, ho, ooh (Up that pink)
Easter pink, though (Ooh, yeah, yeah)
All up in my Styrofoam, ooh (Yeah)
I'm on lean, ho (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
She say she so lonely though, ooh (So lonely)
Lean on me, ho (Lean on me)
I might give your bitch the bone, ooh (Bone)
Not no leash, ho (Not no leash)
I just want a little dome, ooh (Dome)
From a freak ho (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't with the cuffing, ho, ooh (Yeah)
That ain't me, ho (That ain't me)
I just like to press a ho, ooh (Press)
Like that me, ho (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Feel it in your chest, ho, ooh
That's OG, ho (Yeah, yeah)
Think I need a G4, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
This for me, ho (Yeah, yeah)
Designer shit, no cheap clothes, ooh (Yeah)
You a thief, ho (Yeah, yeah)
I throw out the bankroll, ooh (Yeah)
Then that thing go (Yeah, yeah)
Had 2 lyrics - Playboi Carti
Plug
Bitch
Boss up on these niggas (Yeah)
Boss up on these niggas (Yeah)
Boss up on these niggas (Yeah)
Boss up on these niggas (Yeah, yeah)
Boss up on these niggas (Yeah)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Ay, ooh (Boss up)
(Bitch)
I was brought up different, uh (Let's go)
So my vision different, uh (Let's go)
Yeah, my bitches different, uh (I was brought up different)
Riding 'round in tinted, uh (So my vision different)
I can't fuck with niggas, ooh (Yeah, my bitches different)
I go get it, nigga, ooh (Riding 'round in tinted)
How I live it, nigga, ooh (I don't fuck with niggas)
I can't kick it with you, ooh (I go get it, nigga)
They say that I changed, ooh (Let's go)
Went and copped a chain, ooh (Let's go)
Went and copped them things, ooh (They say that I changed)
Weight all in my name, ooh (Went and copped a chain)
Fuck me for my fame, ooh (Went and copped them things)
Fuck me for the fame, ooh (Weight all in my name)
Weight all in my name, ooh (Weight all in my name)
Weight all in my name, ooh (Let's go, what? What?)
Boss up
Boss up on these niggas
(Plug)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa)
Boss up on these niggas
(Plug)
Boss up on these niggas (Yeah, boss up, boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up, boss up, boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up, boss up, boss up)
Boss up on these niggas
(Bitch)
Ooh, I can't kick it with you, I be with the Mob
All we do is ball, we don't give a fuck
All these niggas want our swag 'cause we go too hard
Swag surfing on these niggas, you can't be a part
And I'm Rickied down to my toes and heart
(Plug)
Goyard 'round my waist and it hold the Glock, ooh
Popping tags, popping bags, it ain't hard, ooh (And you know this shit)
I got vibes, I got thots in the lot (What? What? Yeah)
Boss up on these niggas
(Plug)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa)
Boss up on these niggas
(Plug)
Boss up on these niggas (Yeah, boss up, boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up, boss up, boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)
Boss up on these niggas (Boss up, boss up, boss up)
Boss up on these niggas
(Plug)
36 Villianz lyrics - Playboi Carti
(performed as $ir Cartier)
[Girl:]
"You'd be very foolish to not to understand that because demons are real and people are influenced by bad spirits"
[Carti:]
Yeah, yeah
Carti, yeah
Southside nigga, flat ninja
My niggas take time off yo' clock with the Glock
Purple killing that fool, I smoke dolo by two
Got me high to the roof, got ya' bitch getting loose
Carti that dude, it's blue in the jewels
[?] comes on, three G's one blunt just me three cunts come feel with me drink up
(Uh Damn)
I'm off the green gas, going [?]
I'm high way, lay my ass with you
This the truth bitch, this is what I do bitch, this is what I do bitch
Nigga fuck you (Carti)
Fuck em all get this cake that's how I piss them off
I got work that's gon' be gone tomorrow
Ship it off state to state, nigga don't hate
Cartier with your bitch on the interstate, foreign whip she love this shit she ridin' it rollin' that glass roll that gas bitch I'm the man
(All of these bitches) [x4]
(I'm gon fuck all of these bitches) [x3]
(Fuck what you think, Carti)
[Crying and screaming]
(Noooo nooo noooo, stop it ahhhhhh)
[Heavy breathing]
(Nooo stop it, you murderer!)
ZOMBIE$ lyrics - Playboi Carti
(performed as $ir Cartier)
Coke in the lip, gettin' head in the whip
No average, bad bitch, ass thick
Fat tits, she a dime, fuckin' with a dime, dollar bill
State of mind, TMZ, fuck enemies, I skateboard with Zombies
My niggas blow good, got them palm trees on the palm trees
When the shark speak, I'm a showboat
On a jet ski rockin' SBs, rockin' Tommy
Fendi belt, where the 9 be?
Blowin' hella smoke, where your soul go?
Where your spirit at?
Gettin' cash bitch, I gotta have shit
I got cheetah print on my pumas bitch
My lungs black, my brain pink
Swisher guts, leave evidence
That I've bend over and fucked your bitch
I'm an asshole, I might take your ho
So don't bring your ho in my presence
Graveyard my residence
Zombie broads give me neck and shit
Pulled off with the top off
Let the smoke clear
Cartier in here
I got a bitch in a different place
Cold weather, North Face
All black, Cartier yeah
I do what I can, I'm the fuckin' man
Man, ask your bitch, she a fuckin' fan
$kit #1 lyrics - Playboi Carti
(performed as $ir Cartier)
What is this?
You shouldn't have touched anything from that basement
Pokunda, estrada, untosei, canda
You're all going to die tonight
Blue Crystal$ lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. VoduZ)
(performed as $ir Cartier)
[Voduz:]
Yeah, uh
I got hoes in different time zones
East, west, in the middle
That's a no fly zone
'Cause we drop bombs every chance we get
Told you niggas I am floodin' yo time-lines with plenty of them dope rhymes
I put them down in no time
We drop the track
They eat it up
We hit the stage
They deep as fuck
Them lame ass niggas can't eat with us, nah
Can't smoke no tree with us, nah
Nigga, collecting all the profit
We drop a song, that's a trendin' topic
Catch me hired up with Cartier and my nigga Drew
Yeah, that's the crew
Tryna stack that cheese like Ratatouille
? through yo avenue
Levi shit, I ain't never had the Trues
No nightmares bitch, my dreams is blue
All these little niggas, they ain't got no clue
Me and Cartier like two for two
Young niggas gotta get this bread
Spittin'em dope rhyme
That's a gold mine, shit
Finna be on a no-time shit
Wack niggas get no shine
We in the club
We blow a cloud
Yo bitch in here
She break it down
Yah, we gon' smoke a pound
[Playboi Carti:]
Brand new, I put the rims on it
Bad bitch, she been on it
Bag of weed, that's THC
I smoke gasoline that's why she fuck with me
Real nigga in a fake world
Your girl on my deck
That's some skateboard shit
No magazine, but I thrash the bitch
Let's get this established bitch
Arm and hammer, fix yo manners
Disrespectful, come and fix your grammar
Blow a hole in yo fuckin' skull
I'm poppin' shells
I'm feelin' buzzed
Tripple C's on a Alpine
I'm blowin' trees, I'm feelin' fine
Life is good but
We too hood to be on some shit that we ain't about
I get cheese like a cash-cow
Oh we good now
We got money pounds in the basement
I'm spendin' this shit
I ran up for the third time this week
'Cause money don't sleep
All these diamonds on me, all these diamonds on me
Bitch freeze
(Yeah, yeah
All these diamonds on me, money don't sleep)
Diamonds
(All these diamonds on me)
Blue Crystals
Yeah
Cash
(Bitch freeze)
(All these diamonds on me)
Blue, Blue Crystals
(Bitch freeze)
Cash
Carti
VoduZ
Diamonds
$teeze lyrics - Playboi Carti
(performed as $ir Cartier)
Soft white powder clam chowder with your bitch
Snortin' up that line she tryin' to ease up her mind
2 door on that black coupe
No gold black jewels
Fuck you and yo attitude
I do what I got to
Man the pot ain't free stupid
Knots in my jeans caviar and ice cream
It seems that I like these nice things
So I'm out here for that green
Peakin' through the sunroof
Mesmerized on the clouds
I wish to be on that level
So I picked up that loud
Let yo chick roll the blunt
She made me proud
Applause
I'm tryin' to get up in them draws
Better yet I'm tryin' to get up in them draws
So stop poppin your jaws
And park the car
Carti yeah with the dollar bill
Rain, club, (yeah yeah)
Trying to get all the bitches
All the bitches
All the bitches
Check my steez bitch please
I got cheese
My whole team ill
Rick owe we blow by O's
Real cut throat
Fuck a hoe we bout that dough
Skate racks break club flow go on her jean jack
You and your crew wack
Air pack you on dat
Cash first that so I got that gold on deck
Nice coupe bad chick in the front hoe
Then the pooch
White man wealth I'm sitting tall like I hoop
Mad cheese mad steez
Dopeness in my tissue
Uh
Money ain't the issue
Uh
I thought you niggas been knew
On the hours under the influence
Nigga I am true to this
You lame niggas got me all bent
Ya'll knew to this
Talk about this money we involved in
Blow that jane then we vent nigga
Van Go lyrics - Playboi Carti
(performed as $ir Cartier)
Carti
Let it rain
She said this how she feel when she on a pill (yeah)
Once the smoke marinate, you don't feel the chill
Handsome ass nigga I got bitches cause (uh)
Fuck yo block, pistols pop, cause we don't give no fucks (no)
I swear my life is a fucking blessing
All my problems disappear when I'm in rotation
The room spinning (yeah)
I'm that situation (elevation)
I'm so motherfucking faded with your old lady
2 blunts ventilation, good brain, highly educated
Getting paid is my occupation
I don't feel safe in the streets (no, lil bitch)
My tommy is a beast, NASCAR
You never fly past a G, hoe
Carti rocking Tommy like we in the 90s (hoe)
Carti rocking Stussy
Carti get the pussy (hoe)
Lame niggas out here trying do me, salute me, or shoot me
I'm on the avenue, standing on top of my toes
Eyes closed
Selling heat, watch your nose
I got connects with the Pope (yeah)
My lookout she know (yeah, shit, uh)
Foreign car keys kick spark, please ten deep stitched
Bitch quick, don't touch my shit (yeah)
New watch on my wrist
She like, damn what happened to your wrist
Oh don't worry bitch, my diamonds cut this shit (yeah)
Hold up, let me roll up
Smoke some good stuff (okay)
Quick puff, then I start seeing stuff (Carti)
Paper Cha$in' lyrics - Playboi Carti
(performed as $ir Cartier)
Dolla bill
Yeah
Music, from the soul y'all
Yeah
I tell my niggas we gotta chase the bills
Thousands, a couple mills
Vanilla skies, nice crib
Dependin' on the weather how I choose my 'mobile
Cruise through the strip just to cop a zip
Bad chick tatted underneath her lip
Get a lift, guarantee I'm gonna hit
She love the shit I wear, sponsored by the time of year
Always prepared, dutch master
In her ear, get plastered
My crew members get hazzard
Skateboardin' fashion Nascar drivin
Your hoe love my adlibs
Dolla bill
(Dope)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Bitch I gotta get the cash [x3] (yeah yeah) (Carti [x8])
I gotta get the cash
Bitch I gotta get the cash [x3] (yeah yeah) (Carti [x8])
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the cash
All my niggas skate, all you niggas hate
This Fendi on my waist
Your chick gave me that "I can't feel my face"
I can't feel my face
I got a foreign car, foreign broad
Good head, pornstar
Cash first, fuck y'all
Creamtoppers I gotta ball
Outfit come from Montreal, make a scene when I'm in the mall
Freeze, hold up
Your girl, she gon' run up
Bitch I gotta get the cash [x3] (yeah yeah) (Carti [x8])
I gotta get the cash
Bitch I gotta get the cash [x3] (yeah yeah) (Carti [x8])
I gotta get the cash
I gotta get the cash
#PRAY #4 #ME lyrics - Playboi Carti
Uh, I got a date with the devil
I'm a rockstar, heavy metal, yeah
You see a opp car? Bitch, push the pedal (skkrt! skkrt!)
Boy, you gon' need some more tryna get on my level
Uh, I can't go to jail no more! (I can't do it!)
I put that on my grandma soul
Got a spanish bitch, she love to do the most
If my money low you know I'm kickin' doors
Jugg my lifestyle...
Your bitch get piped down
Left the block, damn, it's a drought now
Michael Phelps, I can clear the drought, wow!
Uh, Carti that be, two hoes on me, two fo's on me
You don't know me don't know shit about me!
10kk A Couple Thousand$ For The Hoe$ lyrics - Playboi Carti
Cartier
Sir Cartier
Slowed up, I'm fucked up
Off that two cup sensation
I'm racing, in my mind (skrt)
Tokyo drift, aye Tokyo pimp
I'm talking to steez, I'm talking to limp
These hoes on my dick
Snort white powder, clam chowder with the bitch
(Gotcha bitch)
Made my block proud but I still can't trust em
Gotcha baby mama on hold like fuck it
Let me take a stroll told my home boy to tuck it
Seen a pussy nigga then my niggas started bustin
[Gunshots]
Aye, Monkeys on my draws
She think I'm the man
10 for a verse, I don't say nothing
Smokin' on this kush, word to my man
Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)
Pimp game I got pimp game
Watch me switch lanes in that new thing
Got a bopper bitch with a pussy ring
She like to hold the work for Yung Carti
I just throw it all in my apartment
Thirsty bitch be quiet
Thirsty bitch be quiet
Nigga's tryna be Yung Carti
Mad cause I gave yo bitch molly
Nigga I ain't spot yo guap
Throw stacks in the back she don't mind
Hit a nigga in his brain leave him clueless
Real nigga out here I do this
I'm the rudest, should be the shooter
I got hoes, that's your hoe, yeah she know
Every I go, they know (they know)
Cartier rich nigga on the low
Cartier rich nigga on the low
I don't ever see a day that I'm poor
I got bitches, ask your hoe, yeah she know
Fuck all these niggas man
We don't give a fuck about nobody nigga
Aye, Monkeys on my draws
She think I'm the man
10 for a verse, hours ain't a thing
Smokin' on this kush, work to my man
Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)
Aye, Monkeys on my draws
She think I'm the man
10 for a verse, hours ain't a thing
Smokin' on this kush, work to my man
Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)
[Gunshots]
Aye, Monkeys on my draws
She think I'm the man
10 for a verse, hours ain't a thing
Smokin' on this kush, work to my man
Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)
Aye, Monkeys on my draws
She think I'm the man
10 for a verse, hours ain't a thing
Smokin' on this kush, work to my man
Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)
2024 lyrics - Playboi Carti
Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh
Second place, can't be in my face, oh, nah
Thick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel
Fat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here
Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel
Done grew me some horns, baby, I'm from hell
Southside, I was in Riverdale
Off molly, that two-tone pill
Rich nigga with all these fuckin' girls
He next, I put him on the mural
She's next, I told her she my girl
Oh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)
Ahahahaha (Oh, you like that?), yeah (Oh, you like that?)
(Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)
Oh
Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)
Put 'em on the news (Ha, sa)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)
Put 'em on the news (Sa, sa), yeah
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)
Put 'em on the news, yeah (Sa)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)
Put 'em on the news, yeah (Ah)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)
Put 'em on the news ('Sup)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)
Put 'em on the news ('Sup)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)
Put 'em on the news (Let's go)
2024, Music
Oh, oh (Hm)
Put 'em on the news or somethin'
I'm evil like Luci' son
A whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the buns
Had to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time
I'm travelin' the world like the Pope, bringin' the presidents right to my son
Shawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way
And no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh
I'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale
Uh, I'ma keep killin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' on Bombay
Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie
Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry
I'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)
I told her, "The glove don't fit," I'm feelin' like O.J., ooh
The racks in my pocket and I link with Oji
Ooh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin' like Kobe, R.I.P., uh
All my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit
Walk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists
Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)
Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah
(Oh, you like that?) Oh
Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin'
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up
Put 'em on the news, gang, ha
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news, ha
Oh, hahaha, schyeah
3 Chains lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Rich The Kid)
[Playboi Carti:]
I got 3 chains on, 3 chains on
I got 3 chains on, 3 chains on
I got 3 chains on, 3 chains on
Uh
It ain't nothin' to cut that bitch off
I spend a lotta guap when I'm pissed off
I got ice all on my shit might cut my wrist off
Then I pour it in her water to end it all
Drip drop, pussy pop, Yeah she on top
I love the top, I love that your hoe gimme top
And my big homie abroad yeah he serving rock
Early in the morning hoes on the clock
I'm on the block it's two, ya
Still with the hot chef fool, ya
Then I'm hiding in her courtyard
Your bitch tryna call me boo, ya
Might just stop at Keisha spot
Might just stop at Brittany spot
They in love with my diamonds
I'm like hoe wait, stop
Might just stop at Keisha spot
Might just stop at Brittany spot
They in love with my diamonds
They gon' fuck me for my rocks
Yeah, yeah fuck me for my rocks, I got rocks
In the trap with rocks we sell rocks, yeah
Fuck me for my rocks, for my rocks, yeah
For my rocks, for my rocks
I got 3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
(Ooh, ooh)
Uh, uh
She gon' fuck me for my rocks
She gon' fuck me for my rocks
She gon fuck my for my yacht
Tell these fucking bitches stop
She gon fuck my for my diamond's
Tell these bitches fucking stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop
Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (ye-yeah)
[Rich The Kid:]
3 chains on (ice!), I'm flexing (flex!)
Shawty wanna fuck me cause my necklace (fuck me)
She sucking on me we don't do no texting (no texting)
I walk in with the salad but no dressing (cash)
Thugging bitch I came up from finessing (finesse)
Look at the water it's real deal (real deal)
Pour a 4, pop a seal (seal)
Diamonds cold catch a chill (chill)
50 thousand for a grill (Fifty!)
I got 3 chains, 3 chains
I got a Bugatti no Mustang (Skrrrt!)
Fucking that bitch and she never complained
I love her, bought her a range (Woop!)
I can't keep it take it back (take it back)
Fuck love chase the sack (fuck it!)
Got a uzi in the Mac (Blrrrrt!)
3 chains hunnid racks
[Playboi Carti:]
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
(Ooh, ooh)
Uh, uh
She gon' fuck me for my rocks
She gon' fuck me for my rocks
She gon fuck my for my yacht
Tell these fucking bitches stop
She gon fuck my for my diamond's
Tell these bitches fucking stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop
Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (ye-yeah)
Back Up lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Offset)
Listen
What's brackin'? You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, real nigga, whole lot of money
Haha, what you think got—
Nigga, hold on, hold up, hey
Hahaha
I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Slatt)
Smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
Smokin' dope, bitch
I'm from South Atlanta, ho
I got money then I went West Coast (Hol' up, what? What? What? What?)
Uh, I'm like 2Pac
Nigga, I got two Glocks (Buh-buh)
You want what? Hol' up
You want what? What?
Bentley coupe, yeah
Shawty gon' fuck 'cause she know she cool (Smash)
Got the cash like, ooh
I could buy your bitch, I could buy her a coupe (What?)
I could buy them blocks (Yeah)
I could buy them blocks, I could buy your goons (Skrrt-skrrt)
I'm in Westside (Yeah)
With Big P, bitch, some big Pirus
Hahaha
Quarter mil', what's brackin', nigga?
Tryna—fuck you talkin' 'bout?
You know what I'm sayin'
29 shit, nigga, Flame Gang for real, nigga
29, bitch (And she cold)
Turn up, hol' up
(And she cold)
Check it out
Back up (What?)
Back up
Back up (What?)
Back up (What?)
Back up
Back up (Beep, what?)
Back up (Yeah)
Back up
Back up
Back up (And she cold, hold on)
Back up
Back up (Back up)
Back up (Woo, woo, woo)
Back up (Offset)
Racks up (Racks)
Chopper back up
There go 12, stashin' the dope, go put the pack up (Stash the dope)
Diamonds act up (Ice)
Pull up in the spot in the tarantula (Skrrt-skrrt)
Dirty my Fanta up
Sold-out dates on the calendar (Hey, hey)
Two doors, two seats (Two, two)
Up my status, elite (Up my status)
My drip unique (Drip)
Over a quarter in the Brinks (Over a quarter)
My gang, they shoot, they eat (Grrah)
She gon' fuck on the gang for free (Gang)
I'ma blow out the brain then breathe (Blow it)
I got drip, the sauce, the seasoning (Sauce)
Smokin' on cook', I'm wheezin' (Woo)
Hop out the drop, creatures (Drop)
Whitestone, I'll bleach you (White)
Saint Laurent, I'll teach you (Hey)
Chopper bite, it eat you (Bite)
Double on my Wraith (Wraith)
It got the stars with the features (Stars)
See it with the beam
It hit you far, make it reach you (Where you goin'?)
Hold the stick like a guitar and it's lethal
Back up (What? And she cold), back up
Back up (What?), back up (What?)
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up (And she cold, hold on)
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Slatt)
Smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
Smokin' dope bitch
I'm from South Atlanta, ho
I got money, then I went west coast (Hol' up)
I'm from South Atlanta, ho
I got money, then I went west coast (Hol' up)
BACKR00MS lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Travis Scott)
[Playboi Carti:]
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I'm throwin' that bih' like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Ice on my face, woah, bitches tryna chase, woah
I ain't ever flake, woah, tell me, what it take? Woah
Tell me what it takes, woah, grab the duct tape, huh
We not the same gang, woah, ho, I bang, bang, woah
I'm with La Flame, gang, woah, we too insane on these hoes
I took off my mask, you know, they mad, I don't see below
And the hoes, they fuckin' the hoes, big rocks on me, so cold
If you know what I know, hide your ho, big cups, I'm sippin' flamingo
I was in the spot yesterday with my pops, my grandma still play bingo
Niggas want a problem with the gang, man, I don't know why but we goin' dumb, ho'
Shakin' my dreads in her face, this bitch a lil' vibe, put her in my Demmo
Fuck how they talkin', we poppin' this shit right now, yeah, huh, huh
Uh, I'm off the za and the Wock', can't feel myself, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, she's a trendin' topic so I'm tryna pipe, oh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, hit it one time, then I'm out, hit it one time, then you out
Uh, fuck all these bitches and bops, all of these hoes are hot
Ooh, I'm walkin' around with a lot, pockets is filled with them knots
Bitch tryna sneak pictures, I don't give a fuck 'bout much
I think I need me a Ice Spice, yeah, I want me a munch
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I'm throwin' that bih' like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah
Throw it like 12 (Yeah), just so you know we don't fuck with 12 (Fuck with 12)
Not in this bitch by myself, but I'm by myself (By myself)
They got money on your top, who say you can't buy help? (Tell the tale)
I'm feelin' like Joe or somethin', like Terror Squad, we blowin' somethin' (Hah)
She poppin' them 30s, thinkin' they workin', but they ain't doin' nothin' (Woo)
She doin' Ozempic, tryna be different, tryna be a newer woman (Nah)
That shit a look iffy, need her thick, he need her to move somethin' (Iffy)
Like it prove somethin', just don't you remove nothin' (Don't you do it)
Crib like a zoo, jumpin', we got reggaeton bumpin' (Ha)
I need me two cummin', double-double, quick Drummond (It's-)
I keep a full drum and never know what fool's comin' (Yeah)
[Playboi Carti:]
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I'm throwin' that bih' like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
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