Talk lyrics - Playboi Carti

Hol'up, who that bangin' on my door?

If a nigga try to rob me, I'm a blow him in the throat

Hold up, don't be blowin' up my phone

Sounding like a little hoe, about some coke you fucking hoe

It's Cartier, these diamonds let you niggas know

You see these 100's, these 100's, nigga we blow

Fuck her under covers, my nigga until the morn'

She say, Carti why you actin' funny?

Ever since you got some money, you been frontin' on me

Say no more!

The new cars, the new broads, you so bright but you so lost

Damn! You let the lean get you so gone

Don't let the drugs get you so gone

Don't let the drugs get you so gone

You so bright but you so lost!

Sippen' on this act, don't know how to act

My little whoadie got my back, he'll blow you back!

My little whoadie got the strap, he'll blow you back!

So fuckin' Lost

Lost

Lost

So, so fuckin' lost

Lost