I Promise You lyrics - Playboi Carti

I, you already, you know 16 ran it up (Yeah)

I got your back, slatt, I promise you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ooh, yeah (Ha)

You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah

What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh)

Yeah, hold up (Uh)

([?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?)

What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up)

Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah)

Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)

Yeah, hol' up, uh

Talkin' 'bout, ooh

Ooh, uh, ooh

Hermes link, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Ride around, bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Ride on my dick, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Keep a bad bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh (Slatt)

Keep this bitch lit, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Smoke a whole pound, what you talkin' 'bout?

Been playin' with' your bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Bag in the brief, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Carti got six, what you talkin' 'bout? (Blatt)

Nigga got rich, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Bentleys and Lambs, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh

I'm with my bitch and we vibin' out (Skrr)

Rockin' Vlone when I'm poppin' out, ah

Blingin' my ice, I'm just showin' out

I'm fuckin' your bitch, the new word of mouth

All of these eaters gon' find it out

I'm in this bitch and I'm vibin' out

I'm in this bitch, fuck he talkin' 'bout?

Yeah, spray this bitch up, yeah, bitch, nobody can leave, hol' up (Blatt-blatt-blatt)

Yeah, me and my niggas been geeked up, we was just teens, hol' up (Blicky)

Ayy, I got some niggas that rockin' with me (Ha)

You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah

What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh)

Yeah, hold up (Uh)

([?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?)

What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up)

Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah)

Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)

Yeah, hol' up, uh

Talkin' 'bout, ooh

I'm a young OG, bitch, yeah, ayy

Young nigga don't know me, bitch, yeah

I don't even owe you shit, yeah

I pull up, too much drip, yeah

I pull up, too many bitches, yeah

Iced-out Patek, bitch, yeah (Patek)

I ain't even pay for shit, yeah

Heard you wanna geek 'bout a bitch, yeah ('Bout a bitch)

Put a red dot on your head, yeah

Cut a bitch off, no legs

And the girl stay red on red, yeah

And the juice stay red on red, yeah

In the back room suckin', talkin' 'bout

Southside, nigga, we talkin' 'bout, yeah

We don't do sets, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

We don't do that, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh

We spend racks, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Too many beans, I'ma pass out, yeah (Pass out)

I'm on that lean with the TEC out (TEC out)

Call up Young Nudy, East Paradise, yeah

We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah

We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah (What?)

We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah (Ooh, ha)

You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah

What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh)

Yeah, hold up (Uh)

([?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?)

What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up)

Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah)

Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)

Yeah, hol' up, uh (Uh)

Talkin' 'bout, ooh