Rockstar Made lyrics - Playboi Carti
(Wake up, F1lthy)
Fuck you doing? I told you to stop hanging 'round here, opp ass bitch
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
Never too much (Uh), never too much (Yeah, uh)
Never too much (Yeah, uh), never too much (Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Bih)
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (What?)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch)
I got some racks, yeah (Bitch)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch, yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (What? Yeah)
She sucking my dick (What?), she eat it for lunch (What? Uh)
Yeah, I hit it from the back (What?), yeah, I'm beating it up (Slatt)
I'm beating it up (What?), yeah, I'm beating it up (What?)
I'm in love with them drugs (What?), yeah, I'm kissing the cup (What?)
She in love with the thot (What?), yeah, I don't give no fuck (What?)
I won't stress about a bitch (What?), that's not my slut (What?)
These niggas beefing over hoes (What?), so I keep it up (What?)
Even when I'm at my fucking show (Bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (Yeah)
(What?)
Rock-star made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rock-star made (What? Yeah)
Rock-star made (What? Ay)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rock-star made (What? What? Yeah)
Rock-star made (What? What?)
Rock-star made (What? What?)
I fuck that bitch in the back seat
I fuck that bitch in a wagon (What?)
I fuck that bitch in the back seat (What?)
Now, that bitch bragging (What? Yeah)
Bragging (What?), bragging (What?), got the bitch bragging (Slatt)
Took the bitch to L.A., now the bitch bragging (What? What? What? Yeah)
I just killed an opp, yeah, I swear I'm counting caskets
I could make an opp disappear like magic (Yeah)
Send my niggas to your mama house, it get tragic (What?)
Standing on the block right now (What?), I'm on the backstreet (What?)
Forty-five hundred for the drink, yeah, we taxing (Yeah)
I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston (Yeah)
Dope boys outside, nigga, yeah, we having (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, I don't believe in average, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rock-star made (What? What? Yeah)
Rock-star made (What? What?)
Rock-star made (What? What?)
Go2DaMoon lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Kanye West)
[Kanye West:]
Do it...
Bunch of...
Do it how...
Bunch of...
She ugly hot, like a chick that call you to borrow
Five hundred, then promise she gon' pay you back tomorrow
Then left with a scammer with a Gucci hat from Marshalls
Slept with him, then woke up, saw his watch was a Fossil
Everybody wear a costume, spray a little extra perfume
YEEZYs in the stock room, that's the name, make the stock boom
Hit the club with at least ten, you in a 500, that's a cheap Benz
I promised Playboi we'd get the tape out 'fore the weekend is over
Too famous to sneak in
Wolverine in a sheepskin, I be goin' off the deep end
We here for a reason, boy, we got more to do
You texted like, "Yo," I'm like, "Yo, I been avoidin' you"
Ye Jesus gang, you correct
You always askin' for Buddha, you a Budapest (ay)
If they don't play this, call the DJ
This verse just shut down the freeway
Born in the A, you can't impeach Ye
The case so brief, don't bring your briefcase
[Playboi Carti:]
What?
What?
What?
What?
What? (Yeah)
What?
What?
Go, go to the Moon (Yeah, Carti)
Go to the Moon (What?)
Go to the Moon (Slatt)
Shawty tell me, "What's up?" (Yeah, slatt)
Got some drank in my cup (Yeah, yeah)
Got my opp in my blunt (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas try to keep up (Yeah, yeah)
In the car with my son (Yeah, yeah)
Get killed by a pump (What?)
I got a redhead (Yeah)
My vibe is tough (Okay)
I done been through a lot (Okay)
I done seen some stuff (Carti)
Everything dope
Shout-out to the bluff (What?)
Stop Breathing lyrics - Playboi Carti
(Wake up, F1lthy)
Breathing (Blatt, yeah)
Breathing (What? Yeah)
Breathing (Ha-ha)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathing (ay, yeah)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathing (Yeah)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathing (Yeah, what? Yeah)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathing (What? Yeah, yeah, what?)
Breathing, breathing, bitches stop breathing (Yeah)
Breathing, breathing, I think that bitch not breathing (ay, what? What? What?)
Breathing, breathing, bitches stop breathing (Yeah, ay, yeah)
Breathing, breathing, I think that bitch not breathing (What? Yeah, what?)
Ha, ha, ha, ha (Slatt, ay)
Ha, ha (Yeah), ha, ha (ay)
Ha, ha (Yeah), ha (Oh my), ha (Yeah)
Ha, ha (What?), ha (What?), ha (What? Damn)
Ever since my brother died (What? Died, what?)
Ever since my brother died (Died, what? What? Yeah)
I've been thinking 'bout homicide (What? What? What? What?)
I've been thinking 'bout homicide (What? What? What? What?)
Free Lil' Tip (What? Ooh), free Migo Bliff (What? Ah)
Free all my guys (What?), free Problem Child (What?)
I been with lil' Demon and lil' Beno and R5 (What? What? Demon in that)
Riding in a tank on 285 (Five, what? What?)
On the way to Front Street, who say we ain't outside? (Yeah)
Smoking on the Henchmen (What?), got a nigga fried
I'm hanging with the Pirus (What? What?), hanging with the Fives (Yeah)
I got mob ties, I got fucking mob ties (Yeah)
I got niggas in chain gang on my side (What? What? What? What? Chain gang)
I got niggas in chain gang on my side (What? What? What? What?)
I had the niggas shank Ola for a pie (What? What? What? What?)
I had the niggas shank Ola for a pie (What? What? What? What?)
I'm on demon time (What? What?), I'm on demon time (What? What? Tell 'em)
Bitch, I'm out my body (What? What?), I done lost my mind (What? What? Yeah)
I'm a young bitch (What? What? Bitch), but I'm in my prime (What? What? Yeah)
I'm a young bitch (What? What? Go), but I'm in my prime (What? What? Yeah)
Pussy-ass niggas can't hang 'round me (What? What? What?)
All these pussy-ass niggas liabilities (What? What? What?)
I'm too shiesty, I ain't got no OG (What? Woo)
I keep the blicky, blicky just in case they try me (What? Blicky, blicky, what?)
Kill me a opp (What? Slatt), kill me a opp (Ooh, what? Okay)
Carry a mop (Yeah, what?), carry a mop (Yeah, what?)
The chopper won't stop (Choppa, choppa, what?)
The chopper won't stop (Choppa, choppa, what?)
I fuck on your thot (Choppa, choppa, what?)
I fuck on your thot
You fuck with my opps? (Opps, woo)
You fuck with my opps? (Yeah, yeah)
You fuck with my opps? (What? Yeah, yeah)
You fuck with the cops (What? What?)
Brand-new 'ventador, I drove that bitch right to the moon (Moon, what?)
I just hit a lick with a mask, MF DOOM (Woo, woo, what? Woo, woo)
I just rocked the show on some motherfucking 'shrooms (God, woo)
I fucked my biggest fan in the fucking green room (God, yeah)
I gave that ho a band and told her, "Go and buy some shoes" (Ah, what?)
I've been winning all day, bitch, I can't lose (Woo, what?)
I got the people going crazy (What?), watching all my moves (Yeah)
My bitch said I dress real nice, dress cool (ay)
If Rick don't cut you a check (What?), you better sue (What? What?)
Yeah, what? What? Ha, what?
Ha, what? (Yeah, yeah), ha (Tilt, yeah)
Ha (What? What? What?), ay
Yeah, what? What?
Yeah, what? (Bitch) Yeah, what? Yeah
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathing (ay)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathing (Yeah, what? Red)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathing (Yeah, what? What? What? Red)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathing (What? What? Hold up)
Breathing, breathing, bitches stop breathing (Yeah)
Breathing, breathing, I think that bitch not breathing (ay, what? Yeah, what? What?)
Breathing, breathing, bitches stop breathing (Yeah, ay, what?)
Breathing, breathing, I think that bitch not breathing (ay, what? What?)
Beno! lyrics - Playboi Carti
(808 Mafia)
Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep (What?)
Can't fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don't give a fuck about me (What?)
All black 2-3, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls-Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls-Royce, geeked)
Lil' Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (Yeah)
I'm in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherfucking niggas (Yeah)
We got them motherfucking choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don't fuck with these niggas (Yeah)
We see 'em, we punching them niggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)
Whole lotta bands in this bitch (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta cash in this bitch (Yeah)
Hop on the motherfucking plane (Yeah)
I just popped me a G6 (Yeah)
You know that I love to stay high (Yeah)
My shawty just said that she bi (Yeah)
She carry that shit, she gon' ride (Yeah)
I fucked her then told her she mine (Yeah)
I'm really not with telling lies (Yeah)
I really don't hang around guys (Yeah)
The streets treat me like a god (Yeah)
My bitch treat me like a god (Yeah)
Got a main and a side (Yeah, side)
Fuck fame, I ride with the fire
Blow out the brain in the ride (Ugh)
Blow out the brain in the ride (Yeah)
I'm riding 'round town with a ratchet bitch (Ay)
She say, "Carti, you back on your ratchet shit" (Ay)
I rock diamonds, the Patek from Eliantte (What?)
Show me something that Carti not better than
If a nigga keep talking, we running in (Yeah)
Get that nigga kicked out like I'm punting it (Yeah)
On the block rolling dice and I'm going in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep (What?)
Can't fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don't give a fuck about me (What?)
All black 2-3, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls-Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls-Royce, geeked)
Lil' Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (Yeah)
I'm in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherfucking niggas (Yeah)
We got them motherfucking choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don't fuck with these niggas (Yeah)
We see 'em, we punching them niggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)
JumpOutTheHouse lyrics - Playboi Carti
What? What?
Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)
Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)
Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)
Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)
Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)
Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)
Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)
Jump out the house
Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch (What?)
Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch (What?)
Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch (I jump out that bitch)
Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch
Yeah, racks, I'm talkin' 'bout my motherfuckin' bitch (What?)
Racks, I'm talkin' 'bout my motherfuckin' bitch (What?)
Racks, I'm talkin' 'bout my motherfuckin' bitch (What?)
Racks, I'm talkin' 'bout my motherfuckin' bitch (What?)
Bags, I got them bags, bitch (What?)
Bags, I got them bags, bitch (What?)
Bags, I got a fast car
Bags, I ain't even drive it
Fit, I ain't even drive it (What?)
Fit, I ain't even drive it (What?)
Fit, I ain't even drive it (What?)
I ain't even drive it
SRT, with no mileage
SRT, it's not silent (Yeah)
Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)
Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)
Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)
Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)
Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)
Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)
Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)
Jump out the house
Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch (What?)
Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch (What?)
Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch (I jump out that bitch)
Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch
M3tamorphosis lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Kid Cudi)
[Playboi Carti {Kid Cudi}:]
Yeah
Shit, oh my God, shit (Yeah, what?)
Shit, oh my God, shit (What? What? What? Yeah)
Oh my God, shit (What? Yeah)
What? What? What? (Yeah)
Oh my God (Slatt, yeah)
{Mm} (What? Yeah, what? Yeah)
Slatt, yeah, Slatt (What? Yeah)
[Playboi Carti:]
When you feel like this (What?)
Can't nobody tell you shit (What? Yeah)
When you feel like this (What? What? Yeah)
Can't nobody tell you shit (What? What? What?)
When you feel like this
Can't nobody tell you shit (What? What? What? Feel it)
When you feel like this
Can't nobody tell you shit
Can't nobody tell you shit
Can't nobody tell me shit (Playboi Carti, go)
Yeah, yeah, I feel like God, yeah (Oh my God)
Yeah, I feel like God, yeah (Feel like God)
I feel like God (Slatt, slatt, slatt, go)
Put my glasses on, I can't see these bitches (What? Slatt)
Put my glasses on, I can't see these bitches (Yeah)
I'm in the twilight zone, nowhere near these niggas
I'm in the twilight zone, nowhere near these niggas
They can't understand me, I'm talking hieroglyphics (Yeah)
They can't understand me, I'm talking hieroglyphics
I feel like Morpheus (What, what?), I feel like Morpheus (What, what?)
I got my whole gang on some other shit
I done changed my swag (Swag, swag, what? What?)
Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis (Yeah), metamorphosis (Oh yeah)
Metamorphosis (Oh yeah), metamorphosis (Oh yeah)
Metamorphosis, metamorphosis
I had to change my whole swag, I'm on some other shit (Okay)
I got me a new bitch, she on other shit (What else?)
And if that bitch go out bad, she on punishment (Let's go)
Why the fuck I gotta remind you that I run this shit? (Why?)
Why the fuck I gotta remind you that I run this shit? (Why?)
Why the fuck I gotta remind you that I run this shit? (What?)
I thought I'd been told you that I run this shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Slatt)
Yeah (Slatt), yeah
When you feel like this (Yeah)
Can't nobody tell you shit (Let's go)
When you feel like this (Let's go)
Can't nobody tell you shit (Let's go, what? Yeah)
When you feel like this (Let's go)
Can't nobody tell you shit (Let's go, yeah)
When you feel like this (Slatt)
Can't nobody tell you shit (Okay)
Can't nobody tell you shit (What? Yeah, yeah)
Can't nobody tell me shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Playboi Carti {Kid Cudi}:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah I feel like God, yeah {Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah}
Yeah, I feel like God, yeah {Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah}
I feel like God (Carti), {yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah}
[Kid Cudi:]
Uh, as the king and the queens gather the cheese
No fees, you count the bodies
Jeez, running the streets
Told all my opps, "All my life, it's been troublesome things"
We can go faster, chapters, won't hold back
Niggas see where we at
All of my shooters, my goonies a team
Some shit always seem, I'm ready for action (Yeah)
Keep it going (Watch me blow it)
Can we, can we keep it, keep it going? It's live, ya bitch (Yeah)
Fuck them niggas, they annoying (They annoying), get it
Tell them pussies we ain't slowing, nah, nah, no flex, hah (Nah)
Get some relief (Hey), spark up the leaf
Call up my niggas, we live out our dreams, hey
God got his hands on me, believe
Rumors are cheap (Hey, hey), do it for V
All of them days that I couldn't eat
Brodie keep watching, I know that I'll reach, reach, reach (Reach)
When the Vamps get on the scene
When I whip the X I'm on a winning streak
Step in Nikes you've never seen
I feel filthy, on the run, it's a movie
[Playboi Carti {Kid Cudi}:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When you feel like this {Yeah}
Can't nobody tell you shit {Can't nobody tell you shit, yeah}
When you feel like this
Can't nobody tell you shit {Can't nobody tell you shit, yeah}
When you feel like this
Can't nobody tell you shit {Can't nobody tell you shit, yeah}
When you feel like this {Yeah}
Can't nobody tell you shit {Uh-huh}
Can't nobody tell you shit (Yah)
Can't nobody tell me shit {Uh-huh, nigga}
Yeah, yeah, I feel like God, yeah (Opium)
Yeah, I feel like God, yeah (Opium, he's alive)
I feel like God (Opium)
[Kid Cudi:]
(Bat Gang)
Yeah, nigga, nigga (Opium)
Yeah, nigga, nigga (Bat Gang, yeah)
Yeah, nigga, nigga (Opium)
Yeah, woo, woo, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Willy (Ha-ha)
Slay3r lyrics - Playboi Carti
Everywhere I go, I get paper (What?)
Everywhere I go, I get paper (What? Slatt, slatt)
I'm a rock star, I could've joined Slayer (Rock star, rock star, rock star)
Got the drum in the car, that bitch a slayer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get put in a box for fuckin' with a player (What? Yeah, yeah)
AR in the box and it came with a laser (What? Yeah)
I go cook a opp, yeah, just like I cater, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I fuck on my thot, yeah, we met in Decatur (Yeah)
I go ball on that bitch, yeah, just like a Blazer (What? Yeah)
Can't start with the bitch, I link another one later (What?)
I gotta get it together (You dig?)
I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?)
Slide through the hood, yeah (What?)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
What? What?
Whole lotta mob shit
What? Let's go, let's go
Whole lotta mob shit
What? Let's go, let's go
Whole lotta mob shit
Whole lotta mob shit
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
I got these bitches goin' crazy (Yeah)
I got these bitches goin' crazy (Yeah)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I drive a coupe, you know it's the latest
Sellin' cocaine just like the '80s
I caught a body and went on vacation
She suckin' my dick, I was on the PlayStation (Woo, woo)
I ride in a Demon, I took off, I'm racin'
I ride in a Demon, I feel like I'm Satan (Woo, woo)
I'm fuckin' these bitches, I'm fuckin' these bitches
I gave her some money to put in her savings (Woo, woo)
I popped me a molly and now I feel faded
Muhammad Ali, I feel like the greatest (Slatt, woo)
This nigga tried me and I left him hazy (Yeah, yeah)
I fucked on this bitch, but she cannot date me (Woo, woo)
I gotta get it together (You dig?)
I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?)
Slide through the hood, yeah (What?)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
What? What? (What?)
Whole lotta mob shit (Woo, woo)
What? Let's go, let's go
Whole lotta mob shit
What? Let's go, let's go
Whole lotta mob shit
Whole lotta mob shit
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? What?)
No Sl33p lyrics - Playboi Carti
Bah, bah, bah (What?)
Bah, bah, bah (Go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder
I can't go nowhere without my Drac (Yeah, yeah)
I can't go nowhere without my Drac (What? What? Slatt)
I stay inside posted with my Drac (Homicide, yeah)
I stay inside posted with my Drac (Slatt, bah, bah, bah)
Gotta stay on point, can't make mistakes (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
Can't fuck with nobody, these niggas fake (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
Got hoes in the lobby, I'm finna take (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Got to pop outside, they want the TEC (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, bah, bah, bah, bah)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, what? What?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, bah, bah, bah, bah, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, bah, bah, bah, bah, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Yeah, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah)
Bah, bah, bah, bah
New Tank lyrics - Playboi Carti
(Wake up, F1lthy)
Yeah, I'm in the coupe with a cutter, yeah, sippin' on Wock' (What?)
Yeah, posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (What? Yeah)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (What? Yeah)
Posted with my brother (Brother), yeah, he got a mop (What? Slatt)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop
I'm robbin' the bank (Bank, yeah)
I'm robbin' the bank (Bank, yeah)
I ride in the tank (Tank, yeah)
I ride in the tank (Tank, yeah)
My bitch, she got cake (Cake, what?)
My bitch, she got cake (Cake, what?)
We stay in the house, uh
Can't leave out the place (Slatt, slatt)
I just caught a case (Slatt, what?)
Got dirt on my face (Slatt)
Got tats on my face (Slatt, slatt)
I'm servin' that base (Yeah)
I'm servin' that base (Base, yeah)
I'm servin' that base (Base, yeah)
I got me some thots (Thots, thots)
They thought I was gay (Slatt, woah)
Lamborghini parked outside, it's purple like lean (Woah, woah)
Lamborghini parked outside, it's purple like lean (Woah, yeah)
I'm tryna fuck on a thot and sip on some lean (Lean, blatt, what?)
I'm tryna fuck on a thot and sip on some lean (What?)
I love all my thots and codeine (Thots, codeine)
I love all my thots and codeine (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a rockstar, bitch, this what I bleed
Nigga tryna play me, I'ma make him bleed
Yeah, I'm in the coupe with a cutter, yeah, sippin' on Wock' (What?)
Yeah, posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (What?)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (What?)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (What? Slatt)
Teen X lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Future)
Pluto
We on the X, we on the codeine (Pluto)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Pluto)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Pluto)
We on the X, we on the codeine
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Woo, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Hold up, talking 'bout)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Yeah, talking 'bout)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo, woo)
We on the X, we on the codeine
I just broke up with my bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I done fell in love with Act (Yeah, yeah, whoa, yeah)
And I pulled up with them sticks (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He gon' lose his last breath (Yeah, woo, woo, woo)
Racks on my baby (Hold on, hold on)
200K Mercedes (Woo, woo, woo)
I just smashed on my bitch (Yeah, yeah, woo)
Now I got her on some other shit (Yeah, woo, woo, woo)
'Bout to pop these Percs and chop this molly, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm gon' be leaning right in the lobby (Woo)
I just seen that bitch at the airport (Yeah)
I smoked that bitch just like a Newport (Yeah, yeah, yeah, got money)
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Cough syrup; yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Crazy, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, woo, talking 'bout)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo)
Spent a hundred fifty thousand on the nose ring (ay, ay)
I been on X, I been on codeine
Spent a hundred fifty thousand on the nose ring (Find me, nigga)
I been on X, I been on codeine (Talking 'bout, ay)
Draco loaded, ooh, Swiss cheese (Draco, brrt)
Don't fuck the bitch, she the police (Fuck that bitch)
Bitch tryna lie on the pussy, ho, please (Talking 'bout)
I popped the X pill, drank gon' ruin me (Talking 'bout)
Rocking this shit better than Billie Jean
Popped some X, drank some codeine (I'm getting high tonight)
Put her on the Percocet, bitch, I can't feel my knees (Woo, shit)
I'm starting to feel like a rich dope fiend (Shit)
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the coco
Codeine, uh (Yeah, yeah), codeine, uh (Yeah)
Codeine, uh (Yeah), codeine, uh (Yeah)
I got a lean gut, I got some money up (Yeah)
I got the cocaine (Uh), codeine up (Yeah, ah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo, ooh)
We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, ooh)
Meh lyrics - Playboi Carti
What? What?
What?
Fuck a opp, fuck a opp (Yeah)
Fuck a opp (Yeah), fuck a opp (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck a opp, fuck a opp
Fuck a opp, fuck a opp
All these niggas talking 'bout me (Me)
All these niggas dressing like me (Me), uh
Niggas tryna disrespect me (Me)
Bitch, that's gon' come with a fee (What?)
I got a bitch I fuck on for free (Bitch, yeah)
I got a bitch I fuck on, she a freak (What?)
I got this Rick Owens, yeah, for free (Bitch, yeah)
I got this Bottega, yeah, for free (Yeah)
I'm rocking on Givenchy, yeah, for free (Givenchy)
This shit not on sale, I'm not cheap (What?)
Got a brand new Aventador (What?)
And it's not leased (Yeah)
Rock star shit but I'm not Machine Gun (What?)
And I feel like I'm the only rock star, the only one (What? What?)
The only one (What? What?)
The only one (What? What?)
The chosen one (What? What?)
The chosen one (What? What?)
My bitch got her nails done, uh (What? What?)
My bitch got her hair laid (What? Slatt)
But I only take her to tour dates (Bitch)
I'm a rock star, bitch, I can't date (What?)
I can't tell if I love her (What?)
Johnny Cage, beat it up under covers (Slatt, what?)
Gotta have a rubber (What? What?)
Or I'm in trouble (What? What? Slatt)
Heard you had a bag, but you fumbled (Yeah)
All my opps dead (What? What? What?)
But I'ma continue to be humble (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Oh yeah (Slatt)
What? (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
What? (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
What? (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
What? (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Vamp Anthem lyrics - Playboi Carti
When them vamps outside, little bitch, you better be ready
When them guns outside, little bitch, you better be ready
When the stars align, little bitch, you better be ready
I won't take my time, little bitch, you know I'm ready
I want it right now, little bitch, you know I'm ready (Go, yeah)
My flag the same color as cranberry (Cranberry)
You come 'round by my gang, it's Hail Mary
Them niggas not no thugs, they some fairies (Yeah, yeah)
I'm playing with them birds like I'm Larry (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We pop right by the curb, they can't tell it (Yeah)
I'm smoking on them herbs, you can smell it (Yeah)
This bag I got all orange like a felon (Yeah)
My bitch, she say she want me, niggas telling
We caught him on the block, we topped his melon (Top, yeah)
We push up to your spot like it's nothing (Yeah)
Free all them young niggas, free Young Melvin (Yeah)
Free all them young niggas, free my cousin (Okay, yeah)
Pussy-ass niggas always bluffing
Pump fake, nigga, you ain't tough (Yeah, tough)
I swear to God if I tote that bitch I'ma hit that boy (Baow, baow)
I swear to God, I just play with the pussy, I don't play with boys (Baow, baow)
You come 'round by my gang, we gon' let them bullets fly (Baow, yeah)
I been sipping on codeine, I got pink eyes (Yeah)
.223 gon' hit him up, he done got hypnotized (Baow)
I done made a mil' in a white tee, but I ain't Franchize (Baow)
These niggas be the new bitches, they just dickride (Slatt)
I done called up to the hotel, she left me paralyzed (Uh)
Vamp anthem, vamp anthem
Vamp anthem, vamp anthem (Yeah)
Vamp anthem, vamp anthem (Yeah)
Vamp anthem, vamp anthem (Yeah)
Vamp, uh, vamp, uh
Vamp, yeah, vamp, uh
Vamp, uh, vamp, yeah
Vamp, vamp
Vamp, uh, vamp, uh
Vamp, uh, vamp, uh
Vamp, vamp, uh
Vamp
New N3on lyrics - Playboi Carti
(That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)
(Flat, yeah, I'm from the Flat)
Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (Whole lotta flex, slatt)
Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (Slatt, slatt)
Young nigga got swag, hold up (Got swag)
Gotta wave my flag, hold up (Wave my flag)
Got a bitch in the back, yeah (Bitch in the back)
Play with them racks, yeah (Slatt)
Iced-out plaque, yeah (Slatt)
Heart attack, yeah, yeah (Heart attack)
Clapped his bitch, hold up, uh (Hold up)
AP wrist, hold up, uh (Hold up)
Too much gas, hold up, uh
Take this pic, yeah (Take this pic)
Swag for days, hold up (Days, ayy)
Plays on plays, hold up, uh (Yeah)
J's on J's, hold up (Ayy, ayy)
Bag full of haze, hold up (Blatt, blatt)
In the back with your bitch, hold up (Back with your bitch)
In a drop-top Benz, hold up (Skrrt)
You gotta let shawty in (Slatt, slatt)
Make shawty top-ten, hold up (Top ten)
I made a bitch count ten, hold up (What?)
I met a bitch through a DM (Slatt, slatt)
On the block with the D on (D on, D on)
Hellcat look neon (Hellcat)
Tryna see what we on (Hold up, yeah)
Told that bitch to put the V on (V on)
Dripped down, got the flee on (Flee on)
I got these hoes on VLONE (VLONE, slatt)
Got a girl with the neon, huh (VLONE, Tech)
Everything all neon (Yeah, yeah)
And she rockin' all neon (Slatt, slatt)
And she wearin' all neon (Slatt)
Run it up like Deion
Sippin' Tech, eating key lime (Tech, Tech)
And my swag so beyond
Put the bag on a peon (Slatt, slime)
(Flat, yeah, I'm from the Flat)
Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (Whole lotta flex, slatt)
Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (Slatt, slatt)
Young nigga got swag, hold up (Got swag)
Gotta wave my flag, hold up (Wave my flag)
Got a bitch in the back, yeah (Bitch in the back)
Play with them racks, yeah (Yeah)
Iced-out plaque, yeah (Slatt)
Heart attack, yeah, yeah (Heart attack)
Clapped his bitch, hold up, uh (Hold up)
AP wrist, hold up, uh
Too much gas, hold up, uh
Take this pic, yeah (Take this pic)
Control lyrics - Playboi Carti
Where my Carti fans at?
One of the most loyal, most dedicated fanbases I've seen in a while
They wait patiently, patiently, patiently, patiently
I had to damn near sell my soul for this information
The Illuminati owns part of me
What I also found out, Kanye West is the executive producer
Along with Matthew Williams who work at Givenchy
So maybe that will make sense, some of the pictures he been posting recently
That's reason why he said he got a gift for y'all
Nigga, he's Santa
That's the gift, nigga
Okay? This year been horrible
And to be honest, from what I'm hearing
Expect a classic (Yeah)
Ha (What? What? Ay)
Ooh (What? What? Slatt)
Ha (What? What? What? What? What? Yeah)
Ooh (What? What? What? What? What?)
Ever since I met you, ooh (What? What? What? Oh yeah)
Ever since I met you, ooh (What? What? What?)
Girl, I been losing control (What?)
Girl, I been losing control (What?)
Girl, I been losing control (What?)
Girl, I been losing control (What?)
Girl, I been losing control (What?)
Girl, I been losing control (What?)
Girl, I been losing control (What?)
Girl, I been losing control (What?)
Bitch, I'm not a stalker (Oh, slatt)
But baby, I always watch you (What? Ooh)
I only want the best for you (What? What?)
I cure your love like a doctor
Tell me what you want me to do (whoa, yeah)
Tell me what you want me to do (Slatt)
I can wear a business suit and speak proper (Proper)
Or I can put a hundred niggas on and buy them choppers (Choppers)
See, 'round my parts of town, that's how we get down (What?)
I'm from Fulton County, little bitch, that's no cap now (Yeah)
I went to school with some robbers and some killers
And half of them niggas dead or in jail, but fuck it, they my niggas (Yeah)
Basically, what I'm saying is, I can't change, but
But for you, I would do things and
Maybe one day I'd get on my knees and give you a diamond ring, uh
All sorts of things, yeah (Yeah)
All sorts of things, yeah (Oh)
I'll sort some things out (Ooh)
You got me turned up
Ha (What? What? Ay)
Ooh (What? What? Slatt)
Ha (What? What? What? What? What? Ay)
Ooh (What? What? What? What? What? What?)
Ever since I met you, ooh (What? What? What? Oh yeah)
Ever since I met you, ooh (What? What? What?)
Girl, I been losing control (ay)
Girl, I been losing control (What?)
Girl, I been losing control (What?)
Girl, I been losing control (For you)
Girl, I been losing control (What?)
Girl, I been losing control (For you)
Girl, I been losing control (What?)
Girl, I been losing control (What?)
Punk Monk lyrics - Playboi Carti
Ay, punk monk
Ay, yeah
What?
Know your gang, know your gang (What? What?)
Know your gang, know your gang (What? Ay, what?)
Know your gang, know your gang (What? What?)
Know your gang, know your gang (What?)
One thing I hate the most (Slatt)
One thing I hate the most (Oh yeah)
Is some friendly-ass niggas (Yeah)
Some friendly-ass niggas (What?)
Some friendly-ass niggas (whoa)
Some friendly-ass niggas (whoa)
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (Yeah)
Don't talk to me (ay)
Don't talk to me
Them niggas not with us (Us, what?)
Them niggas not with us (What? What?)
Them niggas not with us (What? What? What?)
I told my brother yesterday, uh (Uh)
I had every chance to sign all the young niggas
But I was in my bag (Bag, bag)
Really, I don't wanna worry about these niggas (What? No)
I was tryna sign Trippie Redd before they knew about Trippie
I was fucking with Lil Keed when he made little "Blicky" (Blicky)
And I thought I had Pi'erre, but the label tricked me (What?)
They tried to turn me into a white boy, but I'm not Lil Dicky
I remember I used to follow KEY! and ManMan Savage
Riding 'round the hood, I was riding with the ratchet (What?)
Lil TJ was my shooter, but they turned that boy against me (What?)
But OG said, "Hold that shit down," so I ain't tripping (Yeah)
I was in Paris when Offset and Uzi started hitting
And I had to stay out that shit because that ain't none my business (Yeah)
I just worry 'bout me (Uh, me)
I just worry 'bout me (What? What?)
I gotta worry 'bout me (What? What? What? What?)
I gotta worry 'bout me (What? What? What? What?)
Why? (Why? Yeah, yeah, yeah), oh
I'm not friendly at all (What?)
I don't even want these niggas on my song (No)
I don't even need these niggas on my song (No doubt)
I don't rap, I write poems (What?)
If you think you an ape, bitch, then I'm King Kong (whoa)
If you know you great, bitch, then this your song (What? What?)
We are great (Yeah, what? What? Yeah)
The greatest, yeah (What? Uh, what?)
We are great (What? What?)
The greatest (Yeah, what? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you not gang
You turn into a hater
Know your gang, know your gang (Pussy)
Know your gang, know your gang (Pussy bitch, ay)
Know your gang, know your gang (What? What?)
Know your gang, know your gang (What? What? What? God, yeah)
One thing I hate the most (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
One thing I hate the most (Oh yeah)
Is some friendly-ass niggas (Yeah)
Some friendly-ass niggas (What?)
Some friendly-ass niggas (What?)
Some friendly-ass niggas (What?)
Don't talk to me (Don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't talk to me (Don't talk, ay, yeah)
Don't talk to me (ay, ay, yeah)
Them niggas not with us (What? Us, us, what?)
Them niggas not with us (What? What?)
Them niggas not with us (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, what?)
On That Time lyrics - Playboi Carti
(What?)
(What? What? What?)
Push up (What? What?)
Push up (Woo)
Push up, yeah (Woo)
Push up (What? Woo)
Push (Yeah)
Push (Slatt)
Push (Blatt)
Ride 'round town with the Draco, bih
D-R-A-C-O, yeah (Woo, woo)
Ride 'round town with the Draco, bih
D-R-A-C-O, yeah
D-R-A-C-O (Yeah), D-R-A-C-O (Yeah)
D-R-A-C-O (Yeah), D-R-A-C-O
I got a Draco in my bookbag, little bitch (Go, yeah, woo)
That motherfucker got a kickback on it (Yeah, woo)
That motherfucker got a kickback on it (Yeah, woo)
And I put this on Onyx, I'ma leave my opp in the cement
Lay that bitch down in the yard like a picnic
He even ain't got no gun, how the fuck he flexing?
We gon' push up, bitch, little bitch
We gon' push up, bitch, little bitch (Pull up)
And I'm taking shit (Pull up)
Ain't no reasoning (Huh), ain't no fixing shit
Every day my birthday, so I made a wish
Every day my birthday, so she suck my dick (Woo, woo)
Right now (What? What?), right now (Woo, woo)
Hold this shit down, hold this shit down
Bitch, I'm a king, but I'm tryna put on my crown
Hold this shit down
Push up
Push up (Hold this)
Push up, yeah (Woo, woo)
Push up (What?)
Push (Woo, woo)
Push (Slatt)
Push (Slatt)
Ride 'round town with the Draco, bih
D-R-A-C-O, yeah (Wah)
Ride 'round town with the Draco, bih (Draco, Draco)
D-R-A-C-O, yeah
D-R-A-C-O (Riding 'round), D-R-A-C-O (What? What?)
D-R-A-C-O (Woo, woo), D-R-A-C-O (Woo, woo)
King Vamp lyrics - Playboi Carti
Slatt, slatt
Yeah (Open that shit up, slatt)
Rock star bitch, you already know that
Yeah (Slatt), ay, what?
Slatt, slatt (Yeah), slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt (Yeah), slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah), yeah
What? What? (Whole Lotta Red)
Yeah
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P
Yeah, that's me
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P
Yeah, that's me
I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep
I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep
I fly in the sky, I got wings on my feet
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
Zombie
Uh, shawty told me that she been looking for me (Talking 'bout me, yeah talking 'bout)
Bitch, I'm in Wyoming
I been balling harder since the death of Kobe
I'm so close to the fire, I got a nosebleed
If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me (Show what?)
If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me (What? What?)
I just called my label up, I think they owe me
I just called my label up, I think they owe me
I been on the codeine (Whole lotta red)
I been moving slowly (Whole lotta red)
Can't let a nigga hold me
Bitch, I'm a OG
I got older, I got bright
I got older, I got wise
I got older, I got wise
I got fat pockets, but my jeans tight (Tight, tight)
Keep that gun on me, bitch, I won't fight (Pop it)
Keep that stick on me, bitch, I won't fight, yeah
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P
Yeah, that's me
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P (What? What? Go, what?)
Yeah, that's me
I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep
I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep
I fly in the sky, I got wings on my feet
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
(What? What? What? What?)
(What? What? What? What?)
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep, yeah
When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep, yeah
Place lyrics - Playboi Carti
Get shot in your head (Psh, shot, yeah, yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?, yeah)
Yeah (What? Yeah, what? What?)
It's a whole lotta red (What? Whoa)
It's a load (What? What? Yeah)
A load (Whoa, whole lot of hoes)
Whole lot of hoes, whole lotta red, whole lot of bitches (Whole lot of, yeah)
I just popped this Xan', can't feel my face (Hold up, yeah, hold up)
Hundred thousand spread all in my case, hold up (What?)
You can get shot in your head, young nigga, yeah, fuck your face (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a bad-ass bitch right now, she runnin' 'round in my place, hold up (Yeah)
Put the pussy-ass nigga right down his motherfuckin' place (Bah, bah, bah, yeah, bah, bah)
I'm in the back of the spot, yeah, in my place (Hold up, whoa)
I'ma show a nigga how to ball, show a nigga how to play (Whoa, hold up, go)
Spent a bag on my teeth, yeah (Whoa)
Got these hoes on fleek, uh (Hold up, yeah)
Got these hoes on me (Hold up, yeah)
You want Chanel (You want Chanel)
Shawty, you hell (Shawty in, whoa)
Pushin' that bitch (Hold up, wow)
Ridin' in hell (Hold up, wow)
This a 'Cat (Hold up, yeah)
Rose gold pack (Hold up, yeah)
Plaques on plaques (Hold up, whoa)
Nigga from the Flat, yeah (Yeah, wow)
Shawty pull up to the trap (Hold up, yeah)
Got a bitch in the neck, hold up
Can't thug like me, hold up (Yeah)
And the cup still lean, hold up (Yeah)
Got X and the lean
Whole lot of hoes, whole lotta red, whole lot of bitches (Whole lot of bitches, yeah)
I just popped this Xan', can't feel my face (Hold up, yeah, hold up)
I just popped this Xan', can't feel my face (Blatt-blatt, yeah)
Hundred thousand spread all in my case, hold up (Hold up, wow, hold up)
You can get shot in your head, young nigga, yeah, fuck your face (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a bad-ass bitch right now, she runnin' 'round in my place, hold up (Yeah)
Put the pussy-ass nigga right down his motherfuckin' place (What? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm in the back of the spot, yeah, in my place (I'm in the back, yeah, yeah)
I'ma show a nigga how to ball, show a nigga how to play, hold up (Whoa, whoa)
Sky lyrics - Playboi Carti
What? What? What? What?
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (What? Roll ten, what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (What? What? What? Roll ten)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothing (whoa, what? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothing (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing (What? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing (whoa, what? What? What?)
I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), whoa (High), whoa (Yeah)
I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), whoa, whoa (Yeah)
I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)
I'm way too high (Yeah, yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)
I'm way too high (Yeah, whoa)
Wake up (Wake up, wake up, whoa)
It's the first of the month (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
I brush my teeth and count up (What? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)
I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)
I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)
Pour up some lean and get stuck (Pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)
I make her scream when we fuck (Slatt, scream, suck it)
I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (Yeah, skrrt)
Can't fuck with nobody (What?), not even my shadow (Yeah, no one)
I got on Ed Hardy (What? What? What? What? What?), she got on stilettos (What?)
She my best friend (What? What?), yeah, we not a couple (What? What?)
She a rock star (What? What? What?), she a sex symbol (What? What? What? Let's go)
The way she do that shit (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?)
The way she do that shit (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?)
Baby, tell me what you wanna do (Yeah, what? Wanna do)
Baby, tell me everybody you screw (Yeah, who? Who? Yeah)
Tell me everybody you took to this room (Who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (Baby, who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Yeah, who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Bih', who?)
Can't trust no bitch (What? Bih', bih'), can't trust these niggas (Bih, bih')
Yeah, in love with my money (What? In love with my money), in love with my pistols (In love with that pistol)
In love with my bitch (Love with my bitch), I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)
I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt), I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)
I been thinking 'bout it (Been thinking 'bout it, yeah, yeah), finna cut off that bitch (Finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)
She don't cook, she don't clean (Damn, what? What?), but she want Ruth Chris (Slatt, slatt)
I don't even like to hug (To hug, hug), I don't even like to kiss (Slatt, slatt)
I just pat her on the ass (What? What?), and tell her, "Good shit" (Slatt, what?)
I just walked in my pad (Slatt), paparazzi at the fence (Slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (Red)
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (What? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (Slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (What?), and shawty gon' roll up some shit (What?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (Alright, what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (What? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothing (whoa, what? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothing (whoa, what? What? Slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing (What? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)
I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), whoa (Blatt), whoa (Yeah)
I'm way too high (Yeah, whoa), whoa, whoa, whoa (What?)
I'm way too high (Yeah, whoa), whoa, whoa, whoa (What?)
I'm way too high (Yeah, yeah, huh?), whoa, whoa, whoa (What?)
I'm way too high (What? What? What?)
What? What? What?
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
Over lyrics - Playboi Carti
What? Yeah
Like, I'm too lit, like, oh my God
Damn
How the fuck we got to where we started?
This love don't feel how it felt when we started (What?)
This love don't feel how it felt when we started (What?)
Got me thinking so deep, I'm in my conscience
Got me doing these drugs, they help me balance (Shawty, I'm geeked, yeah)
I ain't tryna blame you, but this shit a challenge (Oh, what? What?)
I live my life like a kid with allowance
My life so fast, I need me a down bitch (Fast, hold on)
Anarchy tatted under my armpit
Don't make me start a fucking riot (Anarchy, yeah)
Sometimes this shit get so exciting (What? What?)
We riding 'round, we starting riots (What? What?)
We rob the bank 'cause we want profit (Damn)
We took our share and kept it solid (What? What? What?)
We took that route 'cause we about it (Yeah)
Say you catching them bodies, I highly doubt it (Catching them bodies, what? Yeah)
My boys shot at them niggas and he rolling off molly (Catching them bodies, yeah, yeah)
We fucked up they kickbacks, fucked up they parties (Catching them bodies, yeah, yeah)
I jump off the rope, I feel like Jeff Hardy (Feel like Jeff Hardy, mm, Hardy)
Got tats on my sleeve like Ed Hardy (Ed, yeah, Hardy)
I'm smoking that weed just like I'm Marley (Just like I'm Marley, yeah)
One shot and he bleed, please don't bother me (Baow-baow-boom)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, woo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, damn)
How the fuck we got to where we started? Huh?
Your love don't feel the same like when we started (What? What?)
Shoulda known this shit was not real when it started (What? What? What?)
Yeah, everybody fake, this shit retarded (What? Damn)
My back to the wall (What? What?)
My back to the wall (What? What?)
Can't fuck with these dirty little hoes, these bitches be irking me, yup (What? What?)
Can't put my trust in no ho, hell nah, little bro (What? What?)
I pass that bitch to my boy, like, "Here, little bro" (What? What?)
I took the Phantom outside, it ride like a boat (What? What?)
And I took off with them Ms and I stuck to the code (What? What?)
Damn
Ooh, yeah
I'm too lit, oh my God, yeah
ILoveUIHateU lyrics - Playboi Carti
Yeah
What?
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
What? What?
What? What?
Yeah
Yeah
I'm thinking 'bout dying my hair red just to look like a pint of red
I like all of my cups so dirty, I been sipping that Bloody Mary
I mix all of my problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed
I mix all of my problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed
Don't get close, uh, baby, don't get too close
Don't get close, yeah, baby, don't get too close
What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know (What?)
What you don't know (Yeah), it won't hurt 'cause you don't know
I gotta eat, I gotta eat
I got some E, I got some E
I got some molly, shawty with me
Shawty come see, shawty for C
She wanna party, she want young Carti
She wanna ride, ride it and ride it (Yeah)
She wanna pipe all of these bitches
She want that action, she want young Carti
I got these diamonds they blinking, bitch
All of my phones, stay ringing, bitch (What?)
She like them niggas that really rich
My hands on my stick like a little witch
I told her, "I really don't do this shit"
That money gon' make this bitch do this shit (Go)
Codeine in my cup 'cause I do this shit (Codeine)
Codeine in my drank, bitch, I do this shit (Syrup)
You know that my body is full of it
You know that my shawty be full of it
You know that I'm hot, bitch, I'm horny
I'm taking these chances and doing it
We take off your head and remove the bitch
My shawty rock gold like a Buddha bitch
And shout-out my cousin, he cooling it
We really hot boys, we not new to this
We really hot boys, we not new to this
I'm thinking 'bout dying my hair red just to look like a pint of red
I like all of my cups so dirty, I been sipping that Bloody Mary (Yeah)
I mix all of my problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed (Yeah)
I mix all of my problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed (What?)
Don't get close, uh, baby, don't get too close (Yeah)
Don't get close, yeah, baby, don't get too close (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know
What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know
Die4Guy lyrics - Playboi Carti
Fifteen outside, baby, I was acting like a damn thug
I wanted to be just like my brother, he was selling drugs (What?)
I wanted to be just like my brother, he a damn thug (What?)
Reggie Carter, Reggie (Yeah)
That's my brother (What?)
Jordan Carter, Carti (What?)
I'm your brother
I'm gon' die by my guys, yeah (I'm gon' die)
I'm gon' die by my brother (What? Die)
I'm gon' die by my guys, yeah (What? What? Yeah)
I'm gon' die by my brother
This one for all my guys (Guys)
This one for the ride-or-dies (Yeah)
Ay, this one for all my guys (Guys)
This one for the ride-or-dies
I can't do no Instagram no more (Yeah)
All the opps looking for me (What? What?)
My brother said, "Carti, what you tweaking for?" (Yeah, yeah)
"You got a whole army 'round you" (What?)
Bitch, I got some niggas ready to crash (Yeah)
New car, yeah, I push to dash (Yeah)
Push out that bitch and I smash (What? What?)
Push out that bitch and I smash (What? What?)
I'm so fucking high, I might crash (What? Crash, yeah)
The drugs kicking in real fast (What?)
If I die, it's gon' be real sad (What?)
So I fuck on my bitch like it's our last (What?)
I'm a rock star, so I never can relax (Bitch)
We some rock stars, we the new Black Flag (Bitch)
Try this rock star, put some money on your ass (King Vamp)
Put some money on your ass (What? What? What?)
Watch this nigga spaz (Yeah, what? Yeah)
Watch this nigga spaz (Yeah, bitch, go)
Watch this nigga spaz (What? What? Go)
Watch this nigga spaz (What? What? What? Go)
Watch this nigga spaz (Go, go, go, go, what?)
Watch this nigga spaz (What? Go, what? What? What? What? Go)
(Whole Lotta Red)
Not PLaying lyrics - Playboi Carti
Out of here, outer space
Pussy all on my face
Money down for my case
I can't lie, life's great
I can't lie, life's great
Yeah, you know this shit been good
Yeah, you know I'm from the hood
But I made it out that hood
But I made it out the wood
Smokin' on dope every day as I should
Countin' up money every day as I should
Fuckin' on hoes every day as I should
I'm a big boss, yeah, I feel like Suge
Don't care 'bout the cost, I'ma make the bitch plug
I can bet, make the bitch ride on that
Her nigga walked in, had a heart attack
I'm 800, I'm part of that
We got the same opps screamin' "follow back"
We shoot at these niggas, no poppin' back
I'm hittin' the trigger, I'm off of that
They copycat see, copycat Vamp
I light the bitch up just like a lamp
I had a red flag before I was stamped
Niggas dyin' by hoes, niggas dyin' by tramp
We can shoot at the bitch, shoot at the camp
Shoot at that bitch, shoot at his camp
Shoot at that bitch, shoot at his camp
Shoot at that bitch, we shoot at his camp
My shooter gon' shoot, he gon' shoot
My shooter gon' shoot at ya
My shooter gon' shoot at…
My shooter gon' shoot you, yeah
I gotta go bananas one time
I fucked a bitch in Panama
She gonna be here tomorrow
I'm not playin' no more, yeah
I'm not playin' no more, oh yeah
I'm not playin' no more
I'm not playin', yeah, I'm not playin'
I'm not playin', I'm not playin'
I'm not playin', I'm not playin'
I'm not playin', I'm not playin', yeah
I'm not playing, I'm not playin'
I'm not playing, I'm not playin', yeah
F33l Lik3 Dyin lyrics - Playboi Carti
All my life
Ini was
Ooh, mine was a lover of a wrong kind (Boy)
Keeping what you telling me
I know mine
And I feel like dyin' if you not mine
Shawty front line, yeah, she top of the line
Yeah, she top tier, yeah, she hold it down
We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah
We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah
We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah
Yeah
If you feel like dyin'
If you feel like dyin' for love
If you feel like dyin'
(On a bright fall morning)
I done met different type of girls, yeah (Stood a little while within it)
(Man, you have to know)
I've done been all across the world
Now's the time to show 'em what I learned
Now's the time to show 'em what I learned
Before I die
Every day I'm dyin' (Woah)
Every day I'm dyin'
Uh, rockstar shit like I'm Jimi Hendrix
Popstar baby, like I'm Jimi Hendrix, yeah (All my life)
Light my cigarette up like an incense, yeah
Light my cigarette up like an incense (All my life)
And I know I'm dyin' (Woah)
This shit got me dyin' (Woah)
This shit got me dyin'
(On a bright fall morning)
My mama always knew I was a star (Stood a little while within it)
Sacrifices every day, yeah
She gave me the keys to her only car (Man, you have to know)
I took that bitch and I went far
I'm one of the greatest like an all-star
I can't fall
Gotta stand tall
Back against the wall
Fuck all of y'all
But on a bright fall morning, I'm with it
I stood a little while within it
Man, you have to know
Know the way it goes
I feel like dyin' (Woah)
I feel like dyin'
I feel like dyin'
Long Time (Intro) lyrics - Playboi Carti
Feel like, bitch, hello, check it out
(Yeah, you know what I'm saying?)
Feel like, slatt, I feel like, yeah
No cap and gown, I ain't go to class (Uh, yeah)
I'd rather die before I come in last (Yeah, VLONE thug, what?)
I ain't felt like this in a long time
(You know what I'm saying? RIP Fredo)
I ain't felt like this in a long time (I ain't feel like)
I ain't had shit in a long time (Feel like)
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)
Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)
Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt)
Hold up, I'm tryna find
Hold up, I'm tryna do something right now
Just leave me alone right now (I'd rather get caught with it than without it)
Just leave me alone
I'ma go and tell shawty, we don't do that (Uh, what?)
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, beep, beep, beep)
Ooh, yeah
Lil' black jean jacket, yeah
Got VLONE on it, yeah
Got this bad ass bitch, yeah
Wanna fuck me and my homie, yeah
Got this bad ass bitch, yeah
Tryna fuck me and my homie, yeah
Shawty gon' suck 'til the mornin', yeah
I can't wife no thot, yeah (I can't wife no thot)
Pass that bitch to the homie, yeah (I can't wife no thot)
I just fucked your thot, yeah (I just fucked your thot)
I ain't even pass her to homie, yeah, ooh (I just fucked your thot)
We might rob your homie (Rob)
We might rob your home (Rob)
We might rob your homie (Skrrt)
I'd rather get caught with it than without it
(Slatt, thot, VLONE, slatt, slatt, slatt, what? Slatt, what? Slatt, what? Slatt, what? Slatt, what?)
Wake up and smell the motherfuckin' coffee (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to break you boys in a coffin (Yeah, VLONE thug, what?)
I ain't felt like this in a long time (Slatt, slatt)
(You know what I'm saying? RIP Fredo)
I ain't felt like this in a long time (Slatt, slatt, I ain't feel like)
I ain't have shit in a long time (Feel like)
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah
You been to Atlanta?
Have I been to Atlanta?
You've most definitely been to Atlanta
With who?
No cap and gown, I ain't go to class (Slatt, slatt, yeah)
I'd rather die before I come in last
Would you just send me your address, please, send me your address?
For here?
Woah
Woah
Woah (Yeah)
I ain't had shit in a long time (What?)
I ain't felt like this in a long time (You know what I'm saying? RIP Fredo)
I ain't felt like this in a long time (I ain't feel like)
I ain't had shit in a long time (Feel like)
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)
Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)
Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah
I ain't had shit in a long time
I ain't had shit in a long time
I ain't had shit in a long time
I ain't had shit in a long time
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah
R.I.P. lyrics - Playboi Carti
Yeah
I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (Yeah)
Shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah)
That's a pull-up bitch (Yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch
I smash that thot, then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain, lil' bitch
I'm on Deebo lit (Yeah), I'm on 'migo lit (Yeah), I'm on kilo lit (Yeah)
I go psycho, bitch, watch me sock your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch, then I pass that bitch
Cop the Prada, bitch, get one for the zip
Got that Prada bag (Yeah), got one for my bitch (Yeah)
Lil' boy hit like blitz (Yeah), lil' boy, this my bitch (Yeah)
Got me mad as shit (Yeah), so I slapped the bitch (Yeah)
I ain't even hop in the coupe (Yeah), your bitch gon' star at the clique (Yeah)
I ain't even fuckin' this thot, yeah, the bitch gotta start with the clique, yeah
All of my diamonds they flawless, all of my diamonds legit (Yeah)
All of these diamonds, they costin' (Slatt, hold up)
Slatt, move like a boss, slatt, move like a boss
I get that dope, kilo, yeah, come fuck with the boss (Yeah)
Smokin' that gas, diesel, yeah, smoke like a boss, yeah
She throwin' it back like a Frisbee, yeah, hit like a boss (Yeah)
I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (Yeah)
Shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah)
That's a pull-up bitch (Yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch
I smash that thot, then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain, lil' bitch
I'm on Deebo lit (Yeah), I'm on 'migo lit (Yeah), I'm on kilo lit (Yeah)
I go psycho, bitch, watch me sock your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch, then I pass that bitch
I'm with my dawgs, fight with my dawgs, yeah, shoot with my dawgs, yeah
I want your thot, I want your broad, yeah, she all on my lot
Countin' the knots, all of my ghosts, yeah, head to the loft
I got a strap all on my dick, ain't hittin' it raw
I just left Elliot, Prada bag, ooh, it holdin' the knots, ooh
I got a bitch, Rihanna bad, ooh, the bitch got a box
Fuck that mumblin' shit (Yeah), fuck that mumblin' shit (Yeah)
Bought a crib for my mama off that mumblin' shit (Yeah)
Made a mil' off that, uh, off that mumblin' shit
Made a mil' off that, uh, off that mumblin' shit (Yeah)
Bought a crib for mama off that mumblin' shit (What?)
Fuck that ho, VH1, big ass booty bitch (Yeah)
I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (Yeah)
Shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah)
That's a pull-up bitch (Yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch
I smash that thot, then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain, lil' bitch
I'm on Deebo lit (Yeah), I'm on 'migo lit (Yeah), I'm on kilo lit (Yeah)
I go psycho, bitch, watch me sock your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch, then I pass that bitch
Lean 4 Real lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Skepta)
Run it up (Yeah, yeah)
Count it up, count it up, count it, count (Yeah, yeah, what? What? What? What? What?)
Indigo (Yeah, yeah), Indigo (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (What? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah-yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (What?)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)
That bag loaded, yeah, got it all the time (Yeah, what?)
Nickelodeon, way I got that slime (Yeah, slime)
The Dream Mode, yeah, tats showin', my teams (What?)
Keep it tucked like a T-shirt, I need that nine
Two nines in the coupe, yeah (Pew, what?)
Yeah, send a bih' to school (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah, yeah, I fucked her by the pool (What? What?)
Oh yeah, diamond wetter than your boo (What?)
Oh yeah, all that money, take your loot (Ooh, what? What? What?)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (What? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (What?)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Slatt, yeah, yeah)
That bag loaded, yeah, got it all the time (Bag)
Nickelodeon, way I got that slime (Yeah, slime)
The Dream Mode, yeah, tats showin', my teams (Ayy)
Keep it tucked like a T-shirt, I need that nine
Trust, trust (Yeah)
No, I can't dap you up (Yeah)
Super sus' (Yeah)
Better get used to us (Yeah)
Had to go Super Saiyan (Yeah)
Had to go bird's eye view (Yeah)
This a computer game (Greaze)
GTA (Yeah)
Look at us run the streets (Yeah)
Niggas is fuckin' food (Yeah)
This is a fuckin' feast (Buh-buh)
Man, I ain't throwing P's (Yeah)
I just throw up the V (Yeah)
Drink spillin' on my shoes (Yeah)
Weed spillin' on my seats (Greaze)
Niggas is talkin' greaze
Please, greaze (Greaze)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (What? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (What?)
I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)
Run it up
Yeah, yeah (What? What?)
Yeah, yeah (What? What?)
Yeah (What? What?)
Indigo (Yeah, yeah), Indigo (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Old Money lyrics - Playboi Carti
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Old money, new ho (Beep)
Old money, uh, new ho (What?)
Old money, huh, new ho (What?)
Old money, new ho (Beep, what?)
Old swag (Swag), new flow (Flow, flow)
Old swag, new flow (Flow, flow)
New flow (Flow), old flow (Old flow)
Old money (Yeah, yeah), new ho (Ho, what?)
Old money (Money), new flow (Flow, what?)
Bad bitch (Bitch), love the pole (What?)
Sip the four (What?), Actavis (Whoa)
Sip it slow (What?), kickin' shit (Lean, whoa)
Oh, Pi'erre, huh, come in here, ooh, uh
Got some hoes, they upstairs, ooh, uh
I need two hoes, need two pair, ooh, uh
My chain too cold (What?), chandelier, ooh, uh
Pretty boy, huh, manicure, ooh, what?
You need a code just to come in here (Beep, Playboi)
Only 21, feel like a bachelor (Beep, Playboi)
Pretty bitch, huh, baddest thing in here (Ooh, what?)
Old money, new ho (What?)
Old money, new ho (What?)
Old money, new ho (What?)
Old money (Money), new ho
Ooh, ooh, damn, I feel myself, uh
Left my bitch at home, uh, told her fuck herself, uh
Did it on my own, huh, made it by myself (Playboi)
And I keep a TEC, huh, boy, I keep the steel, uh
Leave a nigga wet, uh, boy, I got the well, huh
Grab it off the shelf, huh (What?)
She said she need a pair, uh, spend it on myself (Cash)
Got like three phones, ooh, Apple, not a pear, ooh
Got like three hoes, ooh, I do not compare
In the trap, we sellin' crack, come here, huh, mama shed a tear
Trap, we cookin' up the meal (Ooh), Cookies in the shelf, ooh
My diamonds talk itself, huh, diamonds Michael Phelps, uh
Old money, new ho (What?)
Old money (Beep), new ho (What?)
Old money, huh, new ho (What?)
Old money (Money), new ho
Love Hurts lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Travis Scott)
[Playboi Carti:]
Got my nigga Zorrs in this bitch
Blatt, slatt, blatt, slatt, slatt, whoa (Cash, cash)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, slatt
Uh, okay (Yeah), shawty know what's up (whoa)
Shawty want a rock star, huh (What? What?)
Shawty want a Wockstar, okay (whoa)
Shawty want a rock star
Uh, okay (whoa), shawty know what's up (Yeah)
Shawty want a rock star, huh
Shawty want a Wockstar, okay
Shawty want a rock star
Walk in that bih' with my toolie (What?)
Walk in that bih' with Lil Uzi, ooh
These bitches, they biting they lip, they choosing, ooh
Looking like groupie (What, what?)
Fucking that bih' in my coupe, ooh (Okay)
Fucking that bih' in the lot, ooh
Fucking that bih' in the spot, ooh, uh
Polka dot, ooh
All of these hoes, they mine, ooh
All of this jewelry, it mine, ooh
All of these bitches, they mine, ooh, uh, ooh, uh
Feel like Big Sean, yeah, ooh
Look like a don, yeah, ooh
Fucking this bitch (What, what?)
I swear she be lying (What, what?)
White on rice (Rice)
Diamonds ice (Ice)
Came through with the ice (Uh)
I'm Lil Boat with the Sprite (Lil Boat)
Lil Boat, dynamite (Cash)
She gon' blow tonight (Carti)
Uh, okay (Yeah), shawty know what's up (whoa)
Shawty want a rock star, huh (What? What?)
Shawty want a Wockstar, okay (whoa)
Shawty want a rock star
Uh, okay (Yeah), shawty know what's up (Yeah)
Shawty want a rock star, huh
Shawty want a Wockstar, okay
Shawty want a rock star
[Travis Scott:]
All of these flows is mine
All of these hoes is mine
Shawty want a rock star, okay
Shawty want a rock star, La Flame
I been out spending it loosely
Bigger the diamonds, I'm juicy
Fuck with the Gs, it's Gucci
I been out living unruly
Yeah, board the jet
All of them hoes is wet
Yeah, private flex, yeah
Never dip on the set
Drank, don't do wine, got two hoes in a bind, yeah
Ass on rewind, put the cash on her spine, yeah
Fill me up, double cup, yeah
Okay, shawty know what's up
Shawty want a rock star
Shawty want a rock star, okay
Shawty want a rock star, okay
Okay, shawty know what's up
Shoota lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Yeah
Now
Now is my time
Now is my time
(That-that-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)
Everybody rock with me because I'm up now
Took your girl and I'ma score like I made the touchdown
Swervin' in that Lambo', doors go up, not on a bus now
Used to want a G-Shock, now I'm walking with a bustdown
Pull up and I'm flooded with a iced out watch
Whip, it look like butter, baby, pecan drop
Pecan drop, put that four in Sun Drop
Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot
Got them rocks, diamond rocks, whip the pot
Suicide, 1600, that's the block
Hit your girl, that's check-free
She ain't used to text me
Now she wanna caress me
She keep tryna neck me
I gotta tell my bestie
Someone call my bestie
Think I found my bestie
Link up, make a check bleed
You know that I'm smokin' dope, I'll be high 'til next week
Know I had to let her go 'cause she can't arrest me
[Playboi Carti:]
Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? Huh, uh
Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh
I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah
Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh
Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let's choose, ooh
We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh
We gon' take these boys back to school, uh
Money on the floor just like some shoes
Uh, money on the floor just like some shoes, yeah
I'ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah
I'ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah
And I love my goons, yeah
And I love my tool (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
And I love my loot (What?), yeah
Fuck with me and you gon' lose (What?)
Don't talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude
Don't talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude
Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? Huh, uh
Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh
I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah
Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh
Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let's choose, ooh
We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh
We gon' take these boys back to school, uh
Money on the floor just like some shoes
Right Now lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Pi'erre Bourne)
[Playboi Carti:]
Slatt (What?)
(What? What? What?)
(What? What? What?)
Ooh, ooh
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now
I let her count it
Too much to balance, ayy
I can't even balance (Pick it up)
Got a bitch in my palace
And she work at Palace (Ooh, pick it up)
And a bitch at Magic
And she let me have it
She let me smash it
She let me pet it
Baby, no cappin'
I'm on the block, I got the Glock, I'm with the static
I got this bitch all on the pipe just like a addict
I got this bitch all on the pipe callin' me daddy
I'm with the stick, I'm in the 6, I'm in the wagon
I'm in the bitch, I'm in the bricks, I'm in the ashes
I got that white, I got that dope, I got that Asher
Sellin' that soap, sellin' that soap, sellin' that nasty
I'm on the block, just like a po', fuckin' a bandit
I'm on the block, I got them rolls, I got them Benjis
We gotta go, we gotta go (Skrr)
Hop in the Ghost, ooh, then I go ghost (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now
Ooh, ooh
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now
[Pi'erre Bourne (Playboi Carti):]
Back then to right now, hey
Back to the future, hey
Did it all off computers, hey (Yeah, yeah)
Bill Gates, ayy (Carti)
All my bills paid, ayy (Cash), for real
Got that good gas, for real
Put you on your ass, for real
Got that good gas, for real
Put you on your ass, for real
Yeah, I flex for real
Yeah, they mad for real
I got cash, for real (Cash)
Hundred dollar bills
Yeah, these all blue bills (Cash, cash, cash)
Yeah, motherfuck how you feel (Yeah)
I'm not Dr. Phil
Fresh to death, where my will?
She just got called to get killed
And she say I'm skilled
And she call me Dolittle
Yeah, I'm talkin' to my dogs
[Playboi Carti:]
Ooh, ooh
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now
Ooh, ooh
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now, right now (Right now)
Now
I got bitches wanna see Pi'erre right now
I got bitches wanna see Carti right now
All these diamonds in my teeth, I had to smile (Cash, cash)
Right now (Cash), right now (Cash)
Told that bitch to get down right now
Touch your toes, bend it over right now
All this money, all this guap, it's in the pad
Right now, right now
Now, right now
Now, right now
Now, right now
Poke It Out lyrics - Playboi Carti & Nicki Minaj
Yo, yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
[Playboi Carti:]
Iced up, ice watch, ice watch (Woah, woah)
Bad bitch, poke it out (Woah), poke it out, poke it out (Woah)
Bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out (Bitch)
Fat ass, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out
New watch, ice watch, check it out, check it out
New Glock, my Glock, poke it out, poke it out
Air it out, air it out, showin' off, showin' off
Bad bitch, bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out
Poke it out, poke it out
Poke it out, poke it out, poke it out
Bad bitch, bad bitch, ass fat (Uh, what?)
Bad bitch, bad bitch, ass fat, uh (Beep)
Poke it out (Yeah)
Poke it out
Poke it out (Poke it out, poke it out)
Poke it out (Poke it out, poke it out)
Poke it out (Poke it out, poke it out, poke it out)
Poke it out (Poke it out, poke it out)
Poke it out (Poke it out, poke it out, poke it out)
Poke it out
All of these bitches want Carti now, uh
All of my bitches, they thought it out, ooh
Walk in that bitch, then I walk it out (Walk it out)
Walk in that bitch with a thirty out
She walk in that bitch with her panties down
Ball on these niggas like Pippen now
Told the lil' bitch to come see me now (Walk it out)
All of these bitches wan' see me now (Walk it out)
Fuck that lil' bitch with her titties out (Poke it out)
I know you see me on the TV now (Poke it out)
Carti be lookin' like billionaire (Woo, beep)
I'ma go fuck on a billionaire (Slatt, poke it out)
House in the hills (Ooh, yeah)
All of my bitches, they gettin' it (Poke it out)
Pop a lil' pill (Poke it out)
Then I go get it (Poke it out)
Ice watch, ice watch (Woah, woah)
Bad bitch, poke it out (Woah), poke it out, poke it out (Woah)
Bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out (Bitch)
Fat ass, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out
New watch, ice watch, check it out, check it out
New Glock, my Glock, poke it out, poke it out
Air it out, air it out, showin' off, showin' off
Bad bitch, bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out
Poke it out (What?), poke it out
Poke it out, poke it out, poke it out
Bad bitch, bad bitch, ass fat (Uh, what?)
Bad bitch, bad bitch, ass fat
[Nicki Minaj:]
Playboi (Playboi), Playboi (Playboi), Playboi (Playboi), rrr (Rrr)
Playboi (Playboi), Playboi (Playboi), Playboi (Playboi), rrr (Rrr)
Playboi (Playboi), Playboi (Playboi), Playboi (Playboi), rrr (Rrr)
Playboi (Barbie), Playboi (Barbie), Playboi (Barbie), rrr (Rrr)
What they on? St. Laurent? Ass fat, uh, matter fact, hmm
This that here, bitch, that here, get that here, uh, uh
Double back, uh, quarterback, uh, runnin' back, uh, uh, uh
Play girl, laid back, they back, take that
All of my buddies on ten (Ten), all of my money's in Yen (Yen)
All of my work is sellin' (Sellin'), Thank you, and please come again ('Gain)
All we know here is to win (Win)
Fabulous, gone with the wind (Wind)
All of this one of a kind
But if I order it, get it again
I see all these pretend Barbies
I'm beginning to end Barbies
I am Nicki the Ninja, Harajuku
'Member, I've been Barbie (Been Barbie)
P-P-P-Playboi Barbie
Cover of Playboy, Barbie
In New York I really rock (Rocks)
Ask Playboi Carti (Carti)
All of these niggas wan' do me now (Do me now)
Sonnin' these hoes like it's gloomy out (Gloomy out)
All of my niggas on hammer time (Hammer time)
Walk in that bitch with the toolie out (Toolie out)
Walk in that bitch with the toolie out (Toolie out)
Killers and robbers, that Julia (Julia)
Walk in that bitch with my boobies out
Wife-beater torn like Natalie Imbruglia ('Bruglia)
You know that I stay with them great lines (Great lines)
End bitches' careers, cut them brake lines (Brake lines)
You gon' be an episode of Dateline (Dateline)
End-end up on the cover of L.A. Times (L.A. Times)
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck I just heard through the grapevine? (Grapevine)
These little musty bitches thinkin' they can take mine (Take mine)
You bitches' chances lookin' slimmer than my waistline (Waistline)
Man, that shit been over since Playtime (Playtime)
Watch flooded, ho, I can't even face time (Face time)
You bitches gotta face time for them hate crimes (Hate crimes)
Playboi, Playboi hit me on my FaceTime (FaceTime)
For the best feature out the Big Apple since FaceTime (FaceTime)
[Playboi Carti:]
Ice watch, ice watch (Woah, woah)
Bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out (Woah)
Bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out (Bitch)
Fat ass, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out
New watch, ice watch, check it out, check it out
New Glock, my Glock, poke it out, poke it out
Air it out, air it out, showin' off, showin' off
Bad bitch, bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out
Poke it out (What?), poke it out
Poke it out, poke it out, poke it out
Bad bitch, bad bitch, ass fat (Uh, what?)
Bad bitch, bad bitch, ass fat (Ooh, what?)
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