Holyfield lyrics - Playboi Carti

Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?

Cause he talking shit, took his bitch, with my fuckin wrist

Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up

[DJ Fade Out:]

(Bring that shit back nigga, 2 phones Carti nigga... Fuck wrong with y'all niggas... Squad nigga...)

Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious

The feds out here watchin, tryna get our profit

Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?

Cause he talking shit, took his bitch, with my fuckin wrist

Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up

Niggas say me, he ain't Carti, he ain't with the shits

Gotta brick in, got some more evicting, build a house with it

Got a bitch, then got another bitch that like to fuck and shit (glass breaks)

Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious

The feds out here watchin, tryna get our profit

Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?

Cause he talking shit, took his bitch, with my fuckin wrist

Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up

Niggas say me, he ain't Carti, he ain't with the shits

Gotta brick in, got some more evicting, build a house with it

Got a bitch, then got another bitch that like to fuck and shit

I don't tongue wrestle, with a nigga bitch I pop it off

Watch his body fall, pick him up, then we drop him off

Fuck em all, with my team, I ball, know they second aw

Fuck with me, I fuck with you, I put you on a plug or two

In the streets, they know bout me

I keep the lean I keep the heat

In the Audi, Fendi on my body, feelin' on ya shawty

Purple drank, blowin purple dank, nigga the fuck you think?

Shout out to my niggas Scoob, and shout out to my nigga Nae

Shout out to my nigga La Flare, and all these thirsty hoes out here

Flat bed, straight from hell, young nigga, can't you tell?

Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield

Enemies, who is them? Blow money... Blow money

Blow money, call me Holyfield

I throw money, call me Holyfield

I show money, call me Holyfield

I blow money, call me Holyfield

Flat bed, straight from hell, young nigga, can't you tell?

Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield

Enemies, who is them? Blow money... Holyfield

Holyfield... Holyfield... Holyfield

I blow money, call me Holyfield

I throw money, call me Holyfield