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?)
Home (KOD) lyrics - Playboi Carti
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home
She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those
She a spoiled little bitch, I bought her all her clothes
You know I treat you good, I don't wanna meet your hoes
I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows
We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals
We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes
You changing mood swings, you got me, I don't know
We getting back in, walked through the back door
You had some surgeries, but it's still fat, though
You like the cash, girl, you helped the cash grow
You drive a Lambo' with some leg room
Girl, I'm waiting on you, bring that bag home, ooh
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home
She don't play with bitches, she don't play with hoes
Yeah, she with the shits, she might kill a ho, yeah
If it's 'bout Yung Carti, yeah, my bitch on go
When she on that molly, anything goes
She was in Miami on a fucking boat
With some ball players, she left them niggas broke
She just text my phone, told me, "I'm alone"
I respond back, "When you coming home?"
She respond back, "I was in my zone"
The money counter on, the money counter on
Uh, hold up, what you talking 'bout? Come here
Girl, I'm waiting on you, bring that bag home, ooh
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it
Bring that money home
Fell In Luv lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Bryson Tiller)
[Playboi Carti:]
I fell in love, fell in love
But that's okay 'cause we in love
Oh my God, I fell in love
I fell in love with the love
Show me love, I give you love
Fell in love, I fell in love
I want in for the love
Just show me love, just show me love
I fell in love, I fell in love
And that's okay 'cause I'm in love
We in that bed, give me head
I want that just to stay
Close your eye, don't shed no tear
Keep it dark, close the shade
I'm off the pills, you on that lean
You fuck me slowly, uh, girl, do your thing
Let's take some pictures, let's take some scenes, huh
Playboy, huh, magazine, huh
She got her panties off with no T, huh
She got her titties out, she wanna tease, huh
She tatted up now, I see you see, huh
I know you see, I know you see I see
You know I want that bitch, I wanna eat, I eat
I wanna lick it up, I wanna fucking eat
I wanna freeze you up, I want them diamonds blinging
I want it all on you, I want you all on me, ooh
I fell in love, fell in love
But that's okay 'cause we in love
Oh my God, I fell in love
I fell in love with the love
Show me love, I give you love
Fell in love, I fell in love
I want in for the love
Just show me love, just show me love
[Bryson Tiller:]
Lil' ma fly, she got a flock now
Got a squad now, got a drop now
She club hop, ay, jewelry shopping
Girl, you shining, girl, you fine, and yeah, you
Fine as wine, you ten like diamonds (Dime piece)
I treat you like my last dime
Go broke, uh, no joke, uh
I cut these hoes off, I kill the roll call
I put the doors up, she like to show off
Them bitches sleepy, them bitches dozed off
I put a ring on it, name got a ring to it
On my knees for you, watch me do it how he ain't do it
I cannot speak for you, but I know that he ain't fluent
I speak your language, he don't tell you things, do he?
Like girl, you dangerous, girl, I ain't seen beauty
Not 'til I seen you, gon' treat you like queen do
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me sing to you, let this be the theme music, girl, I fell in love
[Playboi Carti:]
I fell in love, fell in love
But that's okay 'cause we in love
Oh my God, I fell in love
I fell in love with the love
Show me love, I give you love
Fell in love, I fell in love
I want in for the love
Just show me love, just show me love
I fell in love, I fell in love
And that's okay 'cause I'm in love
Foreign lyrics - Playboi Carti
You know what I'm saying, man?
Still drinking lean and shit
Ooh, hop in that motherfucking foreign
And that motherfucker be roaring (Ooh)
Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em
City to city, I'm touring (Ooh)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour
All of my diamonds, they glowing
Fuck on your bitch, yeah
She left in the morning (Ooh)
Diamonds, they skating on ice, huh
Run it up, bitch, Jerry Rice, hey, ay
Hurt your feelings with the price, ay
Everything come with a price, ay
Everything come with a price, ay
Hundred thousand, yeah, my price (Ooh)
Too many rings like I'm Mike (Ooh)
I got the motherfucking mic (Ooh)
I got the motherfucking Ike, huh
I told your bitch to come trike, uh
Pass me the motherfucking mic, uh
I'm in the lobby, I'm piped, ooh
I told that bitch to come pipe, ooh
Shawty wan' fuck on the pipe, ooh, uh, ooh, what? Ooh
Shawty gon' lick on the pipe, ooh
I got the strap like a dyke, ooh
I got the strap, I don't fight, ooh
My diamonds, they icy ice, ooh
My diamonds, they ice, they bite, ooh
Your diamonds they 'ight, a'ight, ooh
Ask that little bitch what's her type? (Ooh, ay, what? Ay)
Ooh, hop in that motherfucking foreign
And that motherfucker be roaring (Ooh)
Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em
City to city, I'm touring (Yeah)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour
All of my diamonds, they glowing
Fuck on your bitch, yeah
She left in the morning (Ooh)
Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds
Empty your pockets and pay that little homage (What?)
I got Pirus in the lobby (Yeah)
I got Pirus right behind me (Carti)
Cranberry drip with the rag (Carti)
I might just pull up in Bompton (Carti)
Walk in the lobby like Gotti (Gotti)
You can't trust me, I'm too popping (Popping)
These niggas, they tryna 2Pac me (What? What?)
Used to be robbing (Robbing)
Molly Santana, jaw locking (Locking)
This Spanish bitch calling me Papi (Papi)
She ride me like a Bugatti ('Gatti)
Hop in the foreign, fuck the mileage (Mileage)
Pick the boof up, bitch, I'm tired (Tired)
Booted up, bitch, never tired (What? Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, hop in that motherfucking foreign (What?)
And that motherfucker be roaring (Ooh)
Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em
City to city, I'm touring (Ooh)
Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour
All of my diamonds, they glowing
Fuck on your bitch, yeah
She left in the morning (Ooh)
Pull Up lyrics - Playboi Carti
Drop top
Drop top, VLONE, drop top (You know what I'm sayin'?)
Drop top, drop top (I got niggas out here killin' each other for VLONE hoodies, you dig?)
Drop top, VLONE, drop top
Drop top, VLONE, drop top
Drop top, wild on wide top (Slatt)
Drop top, VLONE, drop top
Drop top, VLONE, wide top
Drop top, VLONE, drop top
Drop top, VLONE, wide top
Drop top, VLONE, drop top
Pull up (What?)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, huh, uh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep (Uh, uh, uh)
Beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep (Uh, what? Uh)
Beep (Uh, what? Yeah)
Pull up (Uh, what?)
Pull up (Uh, what? Uh)
Check it out (Uh, what? Yeah)
Pull up (Uh, skrrt)
All of these niggas, they talk (Talk)
All of these niggas, they talk (Talk)
All of my choppers, they talk (Talk)
All of my choppers, they talk (Huh?)
Check it out (Check it out)
Forty-five clip in the SAW (SAW)
All of these niggas, they soft (Soft)
All of these niggas, they soft
Forty-five clip with the beam (Bam)
Hit a lil' boy from the far (Yeah)
Forty-five niggas with me, huh
All of my niggas, they boss (Woah)
Suck on my dick soft, ooh
Suck on my dick raw, ooh
Suck on my dick, mop, ooh
Fuckin' that bitch row, raw (Bitch)
Had to go cop an AP, yeah
Had to go cop me some rocks (Ice)
Had to go cop me some lean, ooh
I poured the lean on the rocks, ooh
Suck on my dick, uh
She suck my dick with her jaw
Lean, ooh, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, uh
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, bitch, PE, huh
I got a crib, MTV (Talk to 'em)
Yeah, come see (What?)
Pull up (Uh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep, beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep, beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, huh, uh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep, beep (Uh, uh, uh)
Beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep, beep (Uh, what? Uh)
Beep (Uh, what?)
Pull up (Talk to 'em, skrrt)
'Giela, Margiela
Ooh, sweater, uh
Change the weather, ooh
Damn, ooh, Cash Carti
Woah (Woah), off the Molly
Actavis (Yeah)
I'm coppin' it (Yeah, what?)
Shopping bags, hey
Full of shit (Talk to 'em)
Come and kick it (Yeah)
Come in Lenox (Lenox)
We be ballin' (Talk to 'em)
Money spendin' (Ayy, Pi'erre)
Pull up (Pull up)
Drop top, ooh, ooh
Bad bitch, ooh, what?
Pull up, ooh, what?
Gucci, ooh, ooh
Flip flops, ooh, uh
Come spit, ooh, ooh
Lockjaw, ooh
Backflip (Backflip, what?)
Oh yeah (Ooh, what?)
Big bag (Ooh, what?)
Goyard (Ooh, what?)
Playboi (Uh, what?)
Oh yeah (Talk to 'em)
Bad bitch, uh, yeah
Pull up, ooh
Pull up (Uh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep, beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, huh, uh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep, beep (Uh, uh, uh)
Beep (Uh, what? Huh)
Beep (Uh, what? Uh)
Beep (Uh, what?)
Drop top, pull up
Rockstar, popstar, drop top, pull up
Rockstar, popstar, Wockstar
Drop top, popstar, popstar, pull up
Mileage lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Chief Keef)
[Chief Keef:]
Yeah, let's get it, bitch
[Playboi Carti {Chief Keef}:]
Miley Cyrus (Miley Cyrus), catching bodies
Don't care if that pussy got some mileage, mileage (Mileage)
Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Huh?}
Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Huh?}
Miley Cyrus (Huh?), catching bodies (Huh?)
Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Nah}
Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Huh?}
Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Nah}
Ooh, ooh, Miley Cyrus {What?}
Ooh, yeah, Miley, Miley {Huh?}
Ooh, yeah, Miley Cyrus {Huh?}
Ooh, yeah, Miley, Miley {Let's get it}
Ooh, yeah, Wayne's World
Ooh, yeah, Carti, Carti
Ooh, yeah, Calabasas {Are you coming?}
Ooh, yeah, Kendall, Kylie {Huh?}
Ooh, ooh, Adidas deal {Huh?}
Ooh, yeah, shout-out Kanye
Ooh, yeah, crazy girls
Ooh, yeah, every Friday
Miley Cyrus (Miley Cyrus), catching bodies (Bang)
Don't care if that pussy got some mileage, mileage (Mileage)
Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Huh?}
Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Huh?}
Miley Cyrus {Huh?}, catching bodies {Yeah, ay}
Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Nah}
Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Huh?}
Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Nah}
[Chief Keef:]
Malibu, that's casual
Got the McAdoo, fill you with gratitude
I'm with them animals, it's a real nigga annual
Your ho on automatic, put her on manual
She gimme-imme head, Betty Boop (Top)
If you're looking for me, I'm in Saks Fifth Avenue (Yeah)
I just went and bought me some flash bangs (Huh?)
You can disappear, disrespecting that gang (Hahaha, ay)
Chopper go ra-ta-ta, ah
You talking rarara
Hmm, she got more mileage than a car
And she just pulled up to the spot, spot, spot
[Playboi Carti:]
Miley Cyrus, catching bodies
Don't care if that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus (Miley Cyrus), catching bodies
Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don't care if that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage
FlatBed Freestyle lyrics - Playboi Carti
In Atlanta with some organic, uh, hold up
Pussy mad, I smoke that organic, uh, hold up, yeah
Fendi'd down, I'm smoking organic, uh, uh
And it's Die Lit, uh, uh
F&N, I'm smoking, uh, what? Uh, yeah
F&N, I smoke on organic, uh, yeah (Organic)
She bend down, she need some more breath, uh, yeah, yeah
I got smoke all in the air, uh, yeah (I got smoke all in this ho)
Fuck this up and you get left (What? Fuck this up and you get left, yeah)
AP on my fucking left (Uh, yeah, hold up)
Stack it up right on the shelf, uh (Stack it up like, stack it up)
Your bitch look familiar (Your bitch, your bitch, uh, bitch)
I got drip all everywhere (Your bitch, yeah)
I got cash all everywhere (Hold up, your bitch, beep)
I'ma do this by myself, uh, yeah (I'ma do this by, ooh)
On the jet by, by myself, uh, yeah
And I touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh, yeah (Hold up)
I touch down and get my fingers wet, uh, yeah, uh (I touch down and get my fingers wet)
My bitch got that G.O.A.T. head (My bitch got that G.O.A.T. head)
Riding 'round on moped, uh (Pop that bean and count them deads)
My bitch off the Percocet (My bitch off the Percocet)
Pop that bean and count them deads, uh (Pop that bean and count them deads)
Yeah, she suck me, I can't feel my legs, yeah (Pop that bean and count them deads)
My bitch yucky, she don't use no hands, hold up (My bitch yucky, she don't use no hands)
Dance floor with the diamonds dancing, uh, yeah, uh (Dance floor with the diamonds dancing)
Dance floor with the diamonds dancing, uh, yeah, yeah (Dance floor with the diamonds dancing)
That's why you cop by them bags, uh (Yeah, yeah)
In L.A. I smoke that gas, uh
In L.A. I link with slatt (And I)
That bitch with you, she gave you back (Uh)
I fucked that bitch, then gave her back, uh (I fucked that bitch then, yeah)
I nut on her, she make me 'lax (Yeah)
That gun on me, I cannot lack (That gun on me, yeah)
Your bitch right, she got it clapped (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can die 'bout yours, boy, you get clapped
I took that lil' boy right off of the map (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We killed them boys right here, right in the trap
I love my lean, I fucked around, relapsed (Yeah)
I fucked that bitch, he running 'round in laps
You touch down in my city, you better tap
That bitch 'round here, she know she gotta tap (Yeah, uh)
I seen that bitch riding 'round in Nudy 'Cat, huh (Nat-nat)
That bitch with me and now she on that pack (Nat-nat, nat-nat, nat-nat)
I'm on Southside and I'm weighing the crack (I'm on Southside and I'm weighing the crack)
I'm on Southside, yeah, hand on the gat (Southside, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on Southside every day with blatt, uh (Uh)
I'm on Southside, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Too much lean, yeah, uh, too much ice, hold up (whoa)
One more pint, hold up, uh, one more pint, uh, yeah
Too much lean, yeah, uh, too much ice, hold up, uh
One more pint, yeah, uh, one more pint, uh, yeah
One more pint, uh, yeah, one more pint, uh, yeah
One more pint, yeah, yeah, one more pint, yeah, yeah
Too much lean, uh, yeah, too much ice, hold up, yeah
One more pint, uh, yeah, one more pint
No Time lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Gunna)
[Playboi Carti:]
Check it out
Wake up in the morning and know I gotta do this shit
Ay, let's do it
(Cannon)
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off, clear my mind
Riding 'round town with a bad ass bitch, she a dime (Hold up)
All these niggas, they cap 'round here, they stay lying (Hold up)
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off (Yeah), clear my mind
Riding 'round town with a bad ass bitch (Yeah), she a dime (Hold up)
All these niggas, they cap 'round here (Yeah), they stay lying (Hold up)
[Gunna:]
Four, five, six, seven bitches keep calling my line (My line)
You cap like Mitchell & Ness, little nigga, stop lying (No cap, nah)
Chop that top on my Lam', I'm living my life (Living my life, nah)
Chopped-up chicken and shrimp cut in my rice (Uh)
Spanish bitch call me papi, I can make her my wife (Make her my wife)
She want new Versace, put Medusa on her eyes (Medusa on her eyes)
Me and Cash Carti got them sisters, 'bout to put 'em on a flight (Put 'em on a flight)
Diamonds in the Cartier lenses, you can see 'em in the night (See 'em in the night)
Call Balmain, ask 'em why my jeans so tight? (Jeans so tight)
No, traffic in all lanes, I don't think you really wanna ride (Really wanna ride)
Young GunWun one up, you not my kind (Not my kind)
Five, six, seven, eight watches, I ain't wasting my time (Wasting my time)
[Playboi Carti:]
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off, clear my mind
Riding 'round town with a bad ass bitch, she a dime (Hold up)
All these niggas, they cap 'round here, they stay lying (Hold up)
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off (Yeah), clear my mind
Riding 'round town with a bad ass bitch (Yeah), she a dime (Hold up)
All these niggas, they cap 'round here (Yeah), they stay lying (Hold up)
My bitch fine, huh
You don't wanna lie, hold up
My bitch biting, hold up
These niggas been biting, yeah
But my diamonds keep biting, uh
These hoes be biting, hold up
These niggas be biting, hold up, hold up
Bitch, I'm the bomb, yeah, Bin Laden
Got a bitch hitting the line right now, yeah, say she got molly, uh, yeah
Sour, yeah, I don't do sour (Nah, yeah)
OG, you know me, yeah
It's cold outside, I need a long sleeve, yeah
Balling on your ho like Kobe, uh (Balling)
Dunking on your ho like no B
Bald head like Ginóbili
Piru, watch my nose bleed
That boy dead
Arm and a leg, hold up, yeah
Head and chest
Turning your head
Take your bread
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off, clear my mind
Riding 'round town with a bad ass bitch, she a dime (Hold up)
All these niggas, they cap 'round here, they stay lying (Hold up)
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off (Yeah), clear my mind
Riding 'round town with a bad ass bitch (Yeah), she a dime (Hold up)
All these niggas, they cap 'round here (Yeah), they stay lying (Hold up)
Middle Of The Summer lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Red Coldhearted)
[Playboi Carti:]
Hold up
You know what I'm sayin'? Kesha and them back there
Yeah, Kesha
You know what I'm sayin'? Got motherfuckin' Redd in this bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Real player shit
Me and my bitch, nigga
Yeah, me and my ho, nigga (Yeah)
We do this shit with my bitch, nigga (Yeah)
You know what I'm sayin'? We do this shit for my bitch, nigga, Tony
Walk in that shit, take over that bitch
I'm in a hood where niggas don't bother me (Check it out)
Thirty-five hundred my cardigan (Check it out)
Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me (Check it out)
Shawty gon' get on top of me (What? What? What? What?)
All of this ice in the summertime
Ain't no boy fucking with Carti, nah
[Redd Coldhearted (Playboi Carti):]
I'm in this bitch with Yung Carti (Carti)
Riding 'round with the top down (What?)
All these bitches so naughty (What?)
They tryna fuck on us right now (Uh)
If Carti with it, then I'm ridin' (Yeah)
Got a hundred on the neck (What?)
Ain't no stoppin', bitch, I'm poppin'
You see this Rollie and this chain
Bitch, I'm so icy, I'm cocky
Just dropped a fifty on my jeweler
And told him make sure it's shiny
It's Coldhearted and she got a stick
Right beside me, I'ma let it hit
I ain't really with the sucker shit
These niggas around me, you know they with it, yeah
These niggas around me you know they with it, yeah
They toting them Glocks and them dirty sticks, yeah
About Coldhearted, they gon' pull up quick, yeah
They ready for war, yeah, you know they with it, yeah
[Playboi Carti:]
Yeah, me and my ho, nigga (Yeah)
We do this shit with my bitch, nigga (Yeah)
You know what I'm sayin'? I can't really complain 'bout shit, man
Everything good, you know what I'm sayin'?
Walk in that shit, take over that bitch
Fuck nigga don't want no problem
I'm in a hood where niggas don't bother me (Check it out)
Thirty-five hundred my cardigan (Check it out)
Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me (Check it out)
Shawty gon' get on top of me (What? What? What? What?)
All of this ice in the summertime
Ain't no boy fucking with Carti, nah
I'm in a hood where niggas don't bother me
Thirty-five hundred my cardigan (Cardigan)
Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me
Shawty gon' get on top of me
I'm in a hood where niggas don't bother me
Thirty-five hundred my cardigan (Cardigan)
Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me
Shawty gon' get on top of me
I'm in a hood where niggas don't bother me
Thirty-five hundred my cardigan (Cardigan)
Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me
Shawty gon' get on top of me (Top of me)
Choppa Won't Miss lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Young Thug)
[Young Thug:]
Yeah, we ain't wasting no time
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Slatt, slatt, slatt, woo
[Playboi Carti {Young Thug}:]
Chopper won't miss a nigga {Chopper won't miss a nigga}
Chopper won't miss a nigga {Chopper won't miss a nigga}
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Yeah)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Red dot)
Chopper won't miss a nigga
[Young Thug {Playboi Carti}:]
Chopper won't, hold on
(Red dot)
(Beep, beep, beep, beep)
Rrah, yeah
(Yeah)
Hold on, hold on, hold on (Yeah, yeah)
[Playboi Carti:]
She hop on the dick and she split, huh
Hop on the dick like a bitch, huh
Suck on my dick like a tick, huh (What? What? Uh)
You a copier, yeah, you like to copy shit (Carti)
You wasn't even on the style until Yung Carti popped this shit, bitch
I got hella hoes (whoa)
On some popping shit (whoa, whoa)
Need a popping bitch (whoa)
Need a solid bitch (whoa)
Harder than a brick (Beep, beep)
Choppers on the counter, pints all in the fridge
[Playboi Carti {Young Thug}:]
Chopper won't miss a nigga {Hold on, hold on}
Chopper won't miss a nigga {Chopper won't miss a nigga}
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Yeah)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Red dot)
Chopper won't miss a nigga
Always running with my gun
Young nigga shoot for fun
Put some money on your head
I serve your ass for ten
I got ice to match the ice, ice to match the 'fit
I got bitches on top of bitches, ay, and all my bitches tens
I still don't dance, no Milly Rock (Rock)
Just hide it in my sock (Sock)
I got bitches in the lot (Lot)
Pouring up the pop (Pop)
{yeah}
{Straight savage, slatt}
{Hold on, hold on, hold on, woo}
Chopper won't miss a nigga {Chopper won't miss a nigga}
Chopper won't miss a nigga {Grrah, grrah)}
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Yeah)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Red dot)
Chopper won't miss a nigga {Grrah, Jeffery}
[Young Thug:]
Thirty-round drum in the jean jacket (Thirty-round drum in the jacket)
None of my jeans come in baggy
I never go for a chain snatch (I never go for a chain snatch)
I been hit that, that's the same, jack (Hah, yeah, hold on, yeah)
Three-twenty on the dash (Skrrt, hold on)
A Bentley truck is my G-Wagen (Huh, huh, yeah)
Me and the dawgs smoking nothing but nasty (Dawg)
Fuck the law and whoever asking (Yeah, yeah)
Cheated on my bitch with a bitch, so you know she was lit (Yeah)
Cheated on my bitch with a bitch with bigger titties (Yeah)
'Bout to cheat on my bitch with a motherfucking midget (Yeah)
Bank with my card, I go hard in every city (Go hard in every city)
Every one of the dawgs got some hoes in every city (Hoes in every city)
Every one of these hoes 'round this bitch say that we litty (We litty)
Ran over the law if I tell 'em, "ay, let's get it" (Let's get it)
Platinum Wraith, let's get it (Skrrt)
Diamonds in the face, let's get it
I got diamonds in my face, they half a carat, ay
[Playboi Carti:]
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Chopper won't miss a nigga)
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Chopper won't miss a nigga)
Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Yeah)
Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Red dot)
Chopper won't miss a nigga
[Young Thug:]
Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew
Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew
Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew
Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew
Pew
R.I.P. Fredo (Notice Me) lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Young Nudy)
[Playboi Carti:]
Hitting that bitch from the far, uh (Slatt)
Uh, notice me, yeah
Hitting that boy with that fire, ooh
Nigga didn't notice me, yeah
I'm hitting that bitch with some fire, ooh
He ain't even notice me, yeah
Hitting that bitch with that fire, uh
A nigga didn't notice me
Hitting that boy with that fire, uh
They ain't even know it's me, uh
They ain't even notice me, huh
They ain't even know it's me, ooh
They ain't even notice me, huh
They ain't even know it's me, huh
Hitting that boy with that fire (Slatt)
Nigga didn't notice me
Hold up, little bitch, I got bags (Slatt, slatt)
You talking to mans (Slime)
Hold up, little bitch I got bags (Slime, slime)
You talking to me (Slime)
Hitting that boy with that fire (Fire)
Nigga didn't know it was me (Nigga didn't know)
Nigga be dead to me (Yeah)
Nigga be dead meat
Hitting that bitch from the side (Side)
I wanna have a ménage
I wanna have a good time (What?)
I wanna fuck up your life (Yeah)
She wanna play with that fire (Fire)
Shawty gon' play with that fire (Fire)
These niggas ain't ready for slime
They ain't even ready for slime (Yeah)
Hitting that bitch from the far, uh (Slatt)
Uh, notice me, yeah
Hitting that boy with that fire, ooh
Nigga didn't notice me, yeah
I'm hitting that bitch with some fire, ooh
He ain't even notice me, yeah
Hitting that bitch with that fire, uh
A nigga didn't notice me
[Playboi Carti (Young Nudy):]
Hitting that boy with that fire, uh
They ain't even know it's me, uh
They ain't even notice me, huh
They ain't even know it's me, ooh
They ain't even notice me, huh
They ain't even know it's me, huh
Hitting that boy with that fire (Yeah)
Nigga didn't notice me
[Young Nudy {Playboi Carti}:]
Hitting that boy with the fire (What up?)
Wish a motherfucker try (Uh-huh)
Know Slime gonna fire (Slime)
I been firing all the shots (You know it)
Since I was a little nigga (You know it)
little nigga having pistols (What?)
Pistols never was a issue (Never)
Getting money since a younging (Younging)
Been having hoes coming (Cut it up)
Lot of niggas out here fronting (Fronts)
Know them pussy niggas bluffing (Nah)
These niggas wasn't shooting (Nah)
Slime ball been packing (Gats)
Slime ball 'bout that action (Slime)
And you know what's happening (What's happening?)
Yeah, bitch {Yeah, bitch}
[Playboi Carti (Young Nudy):]
Hitting that bitch from the far, uh (Yeah)
Uh, notice me, yeah (Fah-fah-fah; bitch)
Hitting that boy with that fire, ooh
Nigga didn't notice me, yeah (Pow-pow)
I'm hitting that bitch with some fire, ooh
He ain't even notice me, yeah (Brrt)
Hitting that bitch with that fire, uh
A nigga didn't notice me (Brrt)
[Playboi Carti:]
Hitting that boy with that fire, uh
They ain't even know it's me, uh
They ain't even notice me, huh
They ain't even know it's me, ooh
They ain't even notice me, huh
They ain't even know it's me, huh
Hitting that boy with that fire (Fire)
Nigga didn't notice me (Uh)
Top lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Pi'erre Bourne)
What? (Fucking ice, man)
Huh? What? (Fucking ice, nigga)
Huh? What? (Fucking ice, man)
Huh? What?
What?
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)
I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)
I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)
I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)
I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)
I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)
I'm on the top of the building (Huh?)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (What? What?)
Repping that 9 'til I die (Slatt)
Made my first mil' in July
Fucked that little bitch then she cried
I'm in Miami like Plies
Eighty-one thousand left right, ooh
Eighty-one thousand that mike, yeah
Walk in that bitch and get right, yeah
I call up Elliot twice, yeah
I get that bitch and get right, yeah
I put that bitch on that dope, ooh
I get that dope that she like (Yeah, ooh, yeah)
Ride like a bike (Yeah, what? What? What?)
These niggas, they bite (Ooh)
They taking my swag, they swipe (Slatt)
VVS diamonds, I'm in this bitch with the dentist (Yeah, dentist)
Back, back like tennis, I'm in the spot like a chemist (Chemist)
I ain't going out, out sad, you a little ho, you can get it (Smash, get it)
I ain't going out, out sad, you a little ho, you can get it (What? What?)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)
I'm on the top of the building (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)
I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (Huh?)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
I'm on the top of the building (What?)
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