Playboi Carti Lyrics

MUSIC (2025)

POP OUT lyrics - Playboi Carti

I can't come to your party, I might go just to hurt ya (Schyeah)

Ridin' in a new body, all of my hoes are murderers (Schyeah)

I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (Yeah)

I just bought that Hublot, I ain't scratch the surface (Yeah)

Every time we pop out, got them bitches thirsty

Pop-out, pop (Yeah)

Pop-out, yeah (Yeah)

Pop-out, pop (Yeah)

Pop, pop (Schyeah)

Pop-out, pop (Yeah)

Pop-out, pop (Schyeah)

All black mask (Yeah), all black gats (Schyeah)

Break his face (Schyeah), do the dash (Yeah)

Fuck 'em all (Yeah), tat' my face (Yeah)

Eat her pussy (Yeah), say my grace (Schyeah)

In that brand new Wraith, and it's all red (Yeah)

All my bitches party, yeah, they off that (Yeah)

Off a Perc (Yeah), out my shirt (Yeah)

"He's a jerk" (Yeah), been a jerk (What?)

Model ho (Yeah), she do it in church (Yeah)

I'm a reject, but I'm still turnt (Yeah)

Push the fuckin' dash 'til I see dirt (Yeah)

I can't come to your party, I might go just to hurt ya (Schyeah)

Ridin' in a new body, all of my hoes are murderers (Schyeah)

I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (Yeah)

I just bought that Hublot, I ain't scratch the surface (Yeah)

Every time we pop out, got them bitches thirsty (Yeah)

Pop-out, pop (Yeah)

Pop-out, pop (Schyeah)

Pop-out, pop (Yeah)

Pop, pop (Schyeah)

Pop-out, pop (Yeah)

Pop-out, pop (Schyeah)

CRUSH lyrics - Playboi Carti

Yeah, yeah, uh-uh

Woo, yeah (Phew), yeah (Phew)

Woo, yeah (Carti)

Woo

Shawty gon' let me crush, let me crush her shit (Phew)

Shawty gon' let me crush, let me, let me crush (Phew)

Shawty gon' let me crush, let me crush her shit (Phew)

Shawty gon' let me crush, let me crush (Phew)

Shawty gon' let me crush

Shawty gon' let me... fucks

Give no fucks, give no fucks

Give no fucks, give no fucks (Schyeah)

Give no fucks, give no fucks (Yeah, yeah)

Shawty gon' let me crush (Crush her shit, crush it)

Shawty gon' let me crush (Crush her shit) (Shawty gon' let me crush)

Shawty gon' let me crush (Crush her shit)

Shawty gon' let me crush (Crush her shit)

Shawty gon' let me...

Shawty gon' let me crush

Let me crush, yeah

Crush it

Crush it, yeah

Crush it

Crush it

Shawty gon' let me crush

Crush it

Shawty gon' let me...

Shawty gon' let me crush

Shawty gon' let me crush

Shawty gon' let me crush (Woo)

No mercy, not us, no fuss, not us (Woo)

It's only us, in God we trust (It's lit)

Who's the best?

Straight up

Straight up

Straight up

Swamp Izzo

Crush (Phew)

He want it, yeah (Phew), he want it, yeah (Phew)

He want it, yeah (Phew), he want it, yeah (Phew)

He don't want smoke, he want it

He don't want smoke, he wanted smoke

He wanted smoke, he wanted smoke

Schyeah, schyeah

Fuckin' Felicia, I hit that bitch like a deer

Eatin' that ho, I'ma eat her

Eat it up, bitch, you an eater

Run in that bitch with Aaliyah

Run in that bitch, I was here

Eatin' that bitch like a meal

Nigga, let's talk mills'

Hundred bands for a feature

Three stripes over Adidas

Only headshots, nigga

Few checks from Adidas

Mix match designer, nigga

Backdoor type of nigga

Set you up with a bitch (Wake up, F1LTHY)

I'm in Atlanta with my blick, huh

I'm in Atlanta with my feet up

In Westside, twist my fingers, schyeah

Shawty gon' let me crush, let me crush her shit (Let me crush)

Shawty gon' let me crush (Crush), let me crush her shit (Crush her shit)

Shawty gon' let me crush, let me crush her shit

Shawty gon' let me crush, let me crush her shit

Schyeah

Give no fucks, give no fucks

Give no fucks, give no fucks

Give no fucks, yeah

Yeah

Yeah (Yeah, uh, uh)

Woah, yeah, yeah

Woah, yeah (Carti)

Yeah

Shawty gon' let me crush, let me crush

Give no fucks, give no t me crush, let me, let me crush (Schyeah)

On' let me crush...

K POP lyrics - Playboi Carti

You niggas don't love me, your bitch wanna fuck me

My t-shirt on, so I won't get ugly

She fuckin' with a dime, I'm fuckin' with a bomb

They think I'm Osama, woah, she think I'm off somethin'

I'm fuckin' with a bad lil' vibe, Molly all over her tongue

I'm 'bout to spot me a opp, I'm 'bout to spin their truck, woah

I said, "Momma, I got me a switch, we don't give a fuck 'bout luck"

Ah, hah

Ice on my body, I'm the coolest

Trampoline jump for a cougar

Jump out the jungle, go hectic

I'm leavin' that boy on his dulla

She wanna fuck for the moolah

Pussy-ass niggas get lit up

That Pelle Pelle hold the Ruger

I was just layin' with your girl, huh

She like bein' 'round my niggas

She T'd up, she not switchin'

G6 got me in here glitchin'

Hood-rich as fuck, just livin'

This bitch ain't got no vision

I'ma go ahead and give it to her

I just been feeling myself

I found Jesus, Christian Dior

Got a bitch wanna fuck on the gang

Shit, put a stain right on the floor

Got me feelin' like Jason Chase

I'm switchin' lanes on these whores

Stop all that talkin', let's do it

You on the internet, boy, stop, boy

I'm in the field with cleats, Sig in my jeans, I kill boys

Me and my niggas, we Gs, step on bitches, we kick doors

I stay runnin' up checks and holdin' the knife, it's a sport

Sittin' with my blick, I got me a gang, I can't go to court, uh

Nigga tried to pop his pain, put two in his brain, blow up the fort

EVIL J0RDAN lyrics - Playboi Carti

Begging on her knees to be popular

First, I go whip out the boat, no, I can't hit on no brakes

My life is out of control, I'm tellin' you, nobody safe

I've been livin' my life limbo, my ice, it came with a tray

I'm so high, I gotta hide my face, this not a rockstar phase

I'm a emo thug in my phase

Syrup, syrup, syrup, syrup, tell her to go change

Monkey nuts on me, baby, I got on two chains

Roll another blunt and I might motherfuckin' faint

Spin on the block, have a pussy nigga stained

I just put on my boots, I ain't worried 'bout no rain

Put a nigga down, Channel 2 front page

You was just askin' for some change, now you changed?

Yeah, I told you, yeah, about that money, shit get strange

Fully-loaded Jag, hold up, baby, Jordan paid

I put duct tape on my switch, perfect aim

They can't put me in no genre, baby, 'cause I changed the game

We fuckin' on the same ho, but we not the same

Disrespect the 5, I put your ass in the food chain (Swamp Izzo)

Bitch keep callin' my phone, she sayin' Ms. Jackson goin' through her brain (Carti)

We was just outside dancin', movin' off molly, feelin' insane (He's comin')

I fucked the bitch so nasty, we go Sephora, yeah, then we go Pink

She not so fuckin' toxic and she care 'bout what I think

She's nothin' like no other bitches, she care 'bout what I drink

I think she's a fling

I think she's a playmaker, she should be on my team

She should get her a ring

Shit, it can't be me, but she can be on the team

Diamonds, they come out the water, my sock, it come with a rink

The Wraith came with the chauffeur, the chauffeur ready to take me

I am the music

MOJO JOJO lyrics - Playboi Carti

Ayy Carti I need that back to the future Carti

I need that four Alien Carti

I need that PPPP

Extra-terrestrial Carti you know

Just like that Carti you know

Just like that Cart

Ooh, back in high school, I was wearin' Polo (I was wearin' Polo)

Uh, had a white bitch like Julz, but she ain't a model (But she a- what?)

We smashin' on all the hoes, Mojo Jojo

You play with that motherfuckin' fire, we go loco

I can't believe my eyes, so I wear a Go-Pro (Go-Pro)

Uh, I'm on 285, fuck the po-po

I told you lil' baby, I'm ready, I'm on go-go (I'm on go)

Try to play with my top, I hit your soul

Sticks out the window, woah

My arm out the window, ho, woah (You hoe)

Swaggin', lay waste, lil' ho, woah

Baby, your winds getting low

She's a different breed, made her my favorite hoe (Bitch)

I got a house everywhere, but I ain't got a favorite home

Changin' my moods all day, still tryna find my zone (My zone)

Still tryna find my home, they still tryna steal my tone (My tone)

Still tryna steal my bitches, they still tryna steal my clothes (Say what?)

I been like this, woah, since I was in the womb

Flash out, uh, oh my God, he a goon

Flash out, uh, oh my God, he a goon (Ha)

Flash out, uh, oh my God, he a goon

Stop callin' my phone like you know me

Uh, ice on my neck, two-hundred thirty

My own pace, not a hurry

She a home team type vibe, tell the bitch come and hurry

Ride the dick like a Harley, rockstar Makaveli

Bad bitch, I make her jerk me, fuck it, I'm goin' three for three

Stay with a Coco Ice-T

Bitch, I'm rich as fuck, uh, that's why everybody being nice to me

You can get next, you can get blessed, huh

Let me check sum', let me shake sum'

You can get next, you can get blessed, huh

Let me check sum', let me shake sum'

I been like this, since I was in the womb

Flash out, oh my god, he a goon

Flash out, oh my god, he a goon

Flash out, oh my god, he a goon

I been like this, since I was in the womb

Flash out, oh my god, he a goon

Flash out, oh my god, he a goon

Flash out, oh my god, he a goon

PHILLY lyrics - Playboi Carti

Brand-new ass and brand-new nose

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Wow

Brand-new ass and brand-new nose, let's go (Let's go)

Bend it over, touch your toes, that's go (Touch your toes)

Fifty big ones on the floor, that's go (Fifty-five)

Lambo' truck or SRT, that's go (Skrrt, skrrt)

Brand-new ass, brand-new nose, that's go (Let's go)

Bend it over, touch your toes, that's go (Touch your toes)

Fifty big ones on the floor, that's go (Ha, ha)

Lambo' truck or SRT, let's go (Wow)

Seein' red on my cup, I'm seein' red (It's lit)

She off that white, I'm rollin' green, let's go (Straight up)

Philly bitch, keep it a bean, let's go, uh (Let's go, uh)

Atlanta bitch, a magic sheep, that's goat (Ha)

Cali' type to give you mop, that's top (Top)

Seen her turn a bunch of rocks to snot (Scott La Rock)

Makin' hip-hop look like rock, I'm Jacques, uh (Hippy)

Blowin' gas by the crop, don't do pounds or blocks (Hippy)

Make these sneaks under my socks so I can walk the spot (Hippy)

Ice up my bitches, that's too funny 'cause I like 'em hot

Who the fuck is up? Is fuckin' with the camp (Who the f—?)

The cact', the vamp (The vamp)

I'm like a broken back (Bat), I'm back, I snap (Ha)

Ain't really goin' back and forth, that's that (Yeah)

You make my blunt canoe, can't pass to you

Sip purple with me, we screwed

Diamonds all over my body, molly all over my body

My face is all in exotics, I canceled one of my fly lists

I be geeked in the sky like a pilot

She got face card, so she got balance

I got ten cars outside the palace

And the Skeleton all white, Bentley

If you scared, go to church, lil' bitch, we outside tweakin', rollin' Margielies

Everythin' upside down, shoutout Philly, I'm talking 'bout F1LTHY

Uh, I'm in that mode, but this shit often get litty

Uh, the Benz got mold, I need a spot in the city

In the car with two blickies and they both got titties, uh

I place one in your head, I'm tryna hawk 'em

I got a Ghost on my leg, I'm ready to bop

He can't post 'cause he dead

Brand-new ass and brand-new nose, let's go (Let's go)

Bend it over, touch your toes, that's go (Touch your toes)

Fifty big ones on the floor, that's go (Fifty-five)

Lambo' truck or SRT, that's go (Skrrt, skrrt)

Brand-new ass, brand-new nose, that's go (Let's go)

Bend it over, touch your toes, that's go (Touch your toes)

Fifty big ones on the floor, that's go (Ha, ha)

Lambo' truck or SRT, let's go (Wow)

RADAR lyrics - Playboi Carti

(Metro...)

Metro

Schyeah, Benz in the backyard

So hot, hit the radar

Step in, Van Cleef, oh yeah, I got a G-Star

Woah, cash on the floor, yeah, got me all pissed off

I'm so pissed off, I'm so pissed off

It's a hundred thousand for the jet, yeah, I'm 'bout to take off (Swamp Izzo)

Bitches tryna throw me sass, I told that ho that she gotta chill out

I'm in Texas with the stick, I pray my lil' bitch, she gon' bail out (Swamp Izzo)

I'm fresh in the building, schyeah (Swamp)

She tryna wait for the deal (Swamp)

All black mask for the kill (Swamp)

I just got numb, I don't feel (Swamp)

Everybody get to live, she just said she want to live

She said my music is a gift

Bring her back, call a Lyft

Schyeah, schyeah

I just been swaggin' out

All of my bitches, they bad, they goddesses, you know that

All of my shooters are Haitian, hold up, bitch, you should know that (Carti)

Running with a whole lot of sticks (Carti), running with a whole lot of bitches (Carti)

Whole lot of bitches suck dick (Carti), whole lot of bitch suck dick, uh

Whole lot of bitches get dick (It's Carti world), whole lot of bitches hold dick (Ha, hit some)

Schyeah

I'm fresh in the building, schyeah

She tryna wait for the deal

All black mask for the kill

I just got numb, I don't feel

Everybody get to live, she just said she want to live

She said my music is a gift

Bring her back, call a Lyft

(Swamp Izzo)

(Metro...)

Metro

Carti, Carti

Carti, Carti

RATHER LIE lyrics - Playboi Carti

I'd rather lie than to lose you, girl

I'd rather lie than confuse you, girl

Truth is, we lapped them, they want us gone

Truth is, they can't handle me at the top

I'd rather spare you the details, my love

Oh, I'd rather (Wake up, F1LTHY)

I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie (Swamp Izzo, hahaha)

I'd rather, I'd rather

I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie

I'd rather, I'd rather

I'd rather lie than lose you

She wanna fuck, let's make up

Ex got a problem, tell him say somethin' (Schyeah)

House in the hills, we can lay up (Schyeah)

Bae, you could stay, we could play fun

She don't do much, just lie

Anything she want, I can get it done

Hundred thousand racks in the bando (Schyeah)

Hundred thousand racks in the bando

She want a break and I get that

She tryna leave, told me she- uh

Said that she leavin', she wanna- uh

I'm off a bean, it's gettin' me- uh

She bend right back then we bool

At the top, we could swim in the pool (Schyeah)

In the penthouse, I'm lovin' on you (Ha)

Said she fuckin', she fuckin' with me, yeah (Ha)

Oh, you know I'd lie to you than lose and break your heart

I'd rather tell you a lie than tell you the truth and leave you stuck (Schyeah)

How you gon' take it this far?

Baby, know that you fuck with a star (Yeah)

Baby, know that you fuck with a star (Yeah)

I'd rather lie than to lose you, girl

I'd rather lie than confuse you, girl

Truth is, we lapped them, they want us gone

Truth is, they can't handle me at the top

I'd rather spare you the details, my love (Hahaha)

Oh, I'd rather

I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie

I'd rather

I'm back on the track gettin' off like this

I'm back on the lean, I'ma talk like this

I'm back on that shit, I'ma walk like this

House got a view, we could fuck like this

Niggas get mad when I talk this shit

Niggas be mad 'cause I offed his bitch (Hol' on)

This nigga mad 'cause I fucked her

Bagged me a cougar, I'm younger

I'm diggin' deep like a plunger

I took her panties up off her

Opposites always attract, how you happy, then get mad? (Schyeah)

But I want you bad and she wanna make up

I might just tell you that this true love, give you my kidney

Wrist Philadelphia, mine, I'm spendin'

I'm off the lean and molly at the same damn time, I can't even stay up (What?)

Wrist in the freezer

I'ma crash out 'cause you mine

I'ma pull up, get behind you

All of that ass, let me bite that

Give you my card, tell you, "Swipe that"

It wasn't you, it's me, it ain't me, it's you

I know it's hard to see, but I'd rather lie than lose

I'd rather, I'd rather, I'd rather

I'd rather lie than to lose you, girl (Swamp Izzo, hahaha)

I'd rather lie than confuse you, girl

Truth is, we lapped them, they want us gone

Truth is, they can't handle me at the top

I'd rather spare you the details, my love

Oh, I'd rather

I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie (Wake up, F1LTHY)

I'd rather, I'd rather

I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie

I'd rather, I'd rather

I'd rather lie than lose you

FINE SHIT lyrics - Playboi Carti

Hey, my bitch so bad, she can't even go outside

My bitch so bad she can't even post online, huh

Don't say you ride for me, lil' bitch, just ride, huh, huh

Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die

I'm way too high for this, I might go live, huh (Uh)

Take ten hoes out the country and all your team

I'm geeked, I'm lit, I'm turnt, I'm off them beans, yeah (Huh)

Take one pill out in Ibiza, now she a fiend, yeah

Take one pill out in Ibiza, now she a fiend, yeah

Might blow the whole advance on brand new chain

Bitch fucked me down from low, come tap the game

Huh, huh, yeah

My bitch so bad she can't even go outside (Yeah, huh)

My bitch so bad she can't even go online (Huh, huh)

Don't say you ride for me, no, lil' bitch, you ride (Uh)

Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die

Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die

Die, die, die, uh

In New York, I stepped in my Timbs, I can't feel my limbs

I just canceled one of my shows to watch me a film, uh-uh

I got a whole-ass dance floor, babe, I gotta put on a film

I buy that ho a lot of clothes, but she love her Skims

The money gon' talk

Hey, my bitch so bad she can't even go outside (Yeah, huh)

My bitch so bad she can't even post online, huh (Huh)

Don't say you'll ride for me, lil' bitch, just ride, uh

Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die

Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die, huh, huh

BACKD00R lyrics - Playboi Carti

Backdoor, backdoor

Backdoor, backdoor

Backdoor, backdoor

Backdoor, backdoor

Let's go, let's go

She a good girl, tell her, "Let go"

She can't take it, I'm a monster, no more, schyeah

Play with the munyuns, Dior

Huh, live life on the hill like a senior

Uh, don't play with me, gangsta, I don't see ya

Uh, I stay with the ten, she Aaliyah, uh

It's a whole bunch of doves, we ain't cheetah

Ooh

I'ma make it back it all and probably spend it all on you

Come through from the back so don't nobody talk

I put them VVs on your decolleté, girl you feel nauseous

Bitches best stay in their place, move around with caution

VVs on your decolleté, mm-mm

Baby, pull up through the backdoor, backdoor, yeah

Backdoor, backdoor

Turn the lights down, I'm slidin' through the backdoor, backdoor

Members only, ridin' through the backdoor, backdoor

Vamp life, spooky, vamp life, spooky, yeah

I stay with the ten, she Aaliyah, uh

It's a whole bunch of doves, we ain't cheetah

Your whole gang just told, who's your leader?

My ho gas me up, cheerleader

Took me a cup, schyeah

Me and lil' twin locked in, ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Schyeah-schyeah, schyeah, schyeah)

You open your face, lil' bitch, get hit with this gun, schyeah

It's opium farm, I'm raising this bitch like some dons, schyeah

I'm a bomb, I'm Osama, I'm blunt, ah yeah

It's a chase, get a 'K, hit his chest, hit his waist

What you say? What you say? I'm a vibe, and a sensei

Backdoor, backdoor

Ooh

I'ma make it back it all and probably spend it all on you

Come through from the back so don't nobody talk

I put them VVs on your decolleté, girl you feel nauseous

Bitches best stay in their place, move around with caution

VVs on your decolleté, mm-mm

Baby, pull up through the backdoor, backdoor, yeah

Backdoor, backdoor

Turn the lights down, I'm slidin' through the backdoor, backdoor

Members only, ridin' through the backdoor, backdoor

Vamp life, spooky, vamp life, spooky, yeah

TOXIC lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Skepta)

[Playboi Carti:]

Uh, the moshpit real toxic

I got too much profit

I got too much profit

I got too much profit

Uh, the moshpit real toxic

I got too much profit

I got too much profit (Lil' Carti, lil' Carti)

I got too much profit

Uh, I just spent the Bakchich

I just brought a brand new Jeep (Yeah)

And I brought a SRT (Yeah)

And I brought a AMG

I just got a brand new fleet (Yeah)

I just fucked a brand new freak (Yeah)

And she got them titties did

And she got that ass did

White diamonds, Caucasian (Yeah)

Every day, amazing (Yeah)

My new bitch a Blasian

I fuck her like I'm crazy

Try to rep my gang, you not my gang, I might just take it (Yeah)

Homixide, we killin' everything (Yeah), we keep it gangsta

The moshpit real toxic

I got too much profit

I got too much profit

I got too much profit

The moshpit real toxic

I got too much profit

I got too much profit

I got too much profit

[Skepta:]

I study the streets, how you gonna go to war with a genius?

This ain't community service, but I came in with them street sweepers

Your boyfriend is a follower, why don't you come roll with the leaders?

She told me she loves me, ha, woah, I told her I'm speechless

I'm The Omen, heart is frozen, if it ain't fam', I got no emotions

Like poker, when I poke 'em, Wireless texts, just hold 'em

We got the club goin' up like Makkonen

Everyday, we're cashin' 'em checks, Big Smoke, you know the slogan

I need a million dollars, I need a million euros

I need a million pound, your wifey ringin' me down

She said I was trash, you're feelin' me now

Uh, Playboi, tell 'em, I broke America, big in the east

I'm big in the west, I'm big in the south

Big racks, they jump out the house

[Playboi Carti:]

The moshpit real toxic

I got too much profit

I got too much profit

I got too much profit

Uh, the moshpit real toxic

I got too much profit

I got too much profit

I got too much profit

MUNYUN lyrics - Playboi Carti

(You gotta be livin' up under a rock if you don't know my voice

Swamp Izzo

I am music)

That double gun up

I need me some more

She send me some, when she get bored

But I hit in cash, put it on the floor

Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes

I got sh- from me they ain't ever played on the court

Big month we're here, yours looking short

Diamonds in my heels, I can see her the door

Got her on her heels, she want some more

Bring them bitches here, I ain't going to a lore (Carti)

Bring my demons, yeah, let 'em niggas learn

(Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha)

Let the bitch work the, schyeah

Waist in the bitch, schyeah

Black in the bitch, schyeah (Carti)

Slime thug, yeah

Worry about opps, they all dead

(Let's go back in)

I just got blocked

Molly make me lah (Carti)

That double gun up

I need me some more

She send me some, when she get bored

But I hit in cash, put it on the floor (Swamp Izzo)

Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes (Swamp Izzo)

(Swamp Izzo)

Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes

That double gun up

I need me some more

She send me some, when she get bored

But I hit in cash, put it on the floor (Swamp Izzo)

Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes (Swamp Izzo)

Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes (Swamp Izzo)

Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes

That double gun up

I need me some more

(Ayy, you now locked in with the flyest nigga on planet earth)

CRANK lyrics - Playboi Carti

Uh, back in the day, huh (Ha, ha, ha, ha)

We used to pay, huh

Now so we all there

My bitches are all there (Swamp Izzo)

Drivin' the cold blow (Ha, ha, ha)

My bitches are pop

My vibes are top fours

I leave her, she slam doors

Closed casket, woah-woah

Big bank, jumbo

Look how fast, look at my dash, fuck up the turbo (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

AP glass

They send me a bag and I went to Soho

Ice on my wrist, I got a rich ho

She blowin' minds, this ho a lil' freak ho

I told a ho "Slow it up 'cause you got a free throat"

Free throat (Swamp)

Free throat (Swamp)

Free throat (Swamp)

Free throat (Swamp Izzo)

Free throat

Free throat (Ah)

Free throat

I'm tryna see where you went at (Ha)

I'm tryna see if you winnin' (Ha)

How you tryna fuck up the money (Ha, ha)

And still ask a nigga for pennies

I cook on you hoes like Benny

Every day, I'm off limits (Yes, sir)

Double O, I be bends

Drank all in my kidneys (Swamp)

I'm sorry that I called you bitch, you already know I go looking for shit (Swamp)

I'm richer than all my opps (Ha)

That's a big plot twist (Ha)

I'm prayin' for all my opps while

Oh, you prayin' for them motherfuckers now, Carti?

Yeah, they got a death wish

Yeah, he gotta go, bitch (Ah)

And I know he know this (Ah)

They said that he ran out the club, bitch, and I was late to notice (Ah)

That double-O five sittin' on my back, bitch, it ain't hard to notice

If I seen that pussy alive, leave him alive, I'm focused

Alive, alive, alive, alive

She want the check before the neck respect (Ah)

She want the check before the neck respect (Ah)

Free throat (Swamp)

Free throat (Swamp)

Free throat (Swamp)

Free throat (Swamp Izzo)

Free throat

Free throat

Free throat

Free throat

CHARGE DEM HOES A FEE lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Future)

(Wheezy outta here)

Woah, woah (808 Mafia), woah, woah (Woah), woah (Woah), ski (ski)

Wide body on the Lambo kit

Wide body, woah-woah (Woah)

Wide body on the Lambo kit (Slatt, slatt)

Wide body, woah (Slatty, woah, woah)

Feel like fuckin' these rackies off

Your ho fuckin' a rapper (Woah, woah)

Your ho been fuckin' a trapper

Your ho been fuckin' a trapper

I don't get into the chatter, huh

Pimpin' ain't dead, they cappin'

She worship a nigga, I'm havin' it

Ask me how it feel, tycoon

Too many hundreds, can't fit in the room

Blue room (Shh), we goin' up, balloon

Went past the trenches and went to the moon

Givenchy, Givenchy from 2002

Pretty lil' model run straight through the crew

Jumpin' in Prada, bitch tyin' my shoe

Take off her mink on the Patek, she goated

That throat is a GOAT, you know how it go

Charge them hoes a fee (Woah)

Charge them hoes a fee (Woah, woah, woah)

Charge them hoes a fee (Woah, woah, woah)

Charge them hoes a fee

Charge them hoes a fee

Charge them hoes a fee (Woah, woah)

Charge them hoes a fee (Woah, woah)

Charge them hoes (Woo, woah)

Woah

Landin' off (Rrr)

Uh

Uh

Wrapped 'round her arm, uh-uh

Uh

Woah, woah

Uh

Uh

Big park, hey, woah, woah

Charge them hoes a fee

Charge them hoes a fee (Charge, charge)

Charge them hoes a fee (Charge)

Charge them hoes, woah (Charge)

Don't do dumb shit, yeah, don't do dumb shit

Don't do chicken shit, yeah, don't do cow shit

Charge them hoes a fee (Woah)

Charge them hoes a fee (Charge, charge)

Charge them hoes a fee (Charge)

Charge them hoes, woah (Charge)

Don't do horse shit, yeah, don't do horse shit

Poppin' mad shit, yeah, poppin' mad shit, yeah (Drivin' through the city, lookin' for a Henchman, hah, charge)

Drivin' through the city, lookin' for a what?

I'll put his head in the bag (Hah)

I stay blammin', yeah, that's me

But he don't know I got a mans (Hah)

Gen5 came with the TEC (Hah)

New Gen5 with the tags (Ah)

I was born ready, ho, red flag (Hah)

It was already up, it been there (Hah, hah)

All my hoes on the Roxies (Hah, hah)

All my hoes on the Roxies (Hah, hah)

All my hoes on the Roxies (Hah, hah)

Jump out the coupe, I'ma hit 'em, I dead 'em

All of these hundreds, can't believe I'm a felon

There go my shooter, you know I'm rebellin'

Call up my vibe, she handle my weapon

Charge my ho a fee (Woah)

Charge my ho a— (Woah, woah)

Charge my ho a fee

Charge my ho a fee (Yeah, yeah)

Charge my ho a fee (Yeah, yeah)

Charge my ho a— (Yeah, yeah)

Charge my ho a fee (Schyeah)

Yeah, ain't talkin' publishin', I paid the dues with my G's (Straight up)

Hermès trays and Cartier sprays, I got a whole case for the plane (Woah)

Ain't no budget, I'm buggin', David say, "You spent twelve million on the stage just to rage"

That's just play money, ain't even playin'

Still remain, I'm Blocka La Flame

Ain't chargin' the game, I'm chargin' that ho a fee

Charge them hoes a fee

Charge them hoes a fee (Charge, charge, yeah)

Charge them hoes a fee (Charge)

Charge them hoes, woah (Charge)

Don't do dumb shit, yeah, don't do dumb shit

Don't do chicken shit, yeah, don't do cow shit

Charge them hoes a fee (Woah)

Charge them hoes a fee (Charge, charge)

Charge them hoes a fee (Charge)

Charge them hoes, woah (Charge)

Don't do horse shit, yeah, don't do horse shit

Poppin' mad shit, yeah, poppin' mad shit

GOOD CREDIT lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

Good credit ('Cause I'm—)

Now I'm 'bout to apply for Home Depot credit

Now I got a thirty-five-thousand-dollar credit

We got a temporary receipt

All I gotta do is show it to the cashier

And she gon' let it slide through

All I gotta do is show it to the cashier

And she gon' let it slide through

I'm seein' that ho out the water

I'm seein' it came out the lake, look at these diamonds, they water

I'm sayin' I don't wait for no pussy, the pussy on me, I'ma cut her

She tryna be part of my schedule, I told her, "Ho, come back tomorrow"

I been feelin' myself all day, I told lil' twin, "Call Latto"

Oh, piercings all on my lips, you know I can't kiss no ho

Outside, I roll them dice, I'm pourin' two pints on the floor

I was in Paris tryna catch a vibe, I fucked around and seen a ho

Tattoos all on my face, you know you're not safe

I know killers all in the A, they do what I say

Ho just text my phone, she wanna come vibe, but this not the place

I'm an alien off that molly, I see stars, I see space

He want my swag, I got the whole world on sixes, you too late

I got too many flows, everybody on wait

Once I get on that road, nobody gon' wait

Uh, movin' on molly, uh, movin' on molly, uh, movin' on molly

Pass out them boulders, movin' them boulders

Pass out them boulders, movin' them boulders

Cheah, I fucked her crazy, cheah, I fucked her crazy, crazy

Pass out them boulders, movin' them boulders

Pass out them boulders, movin' them boulders

Sins on my body

Kids on my body and that's on my kids, I kid with nobody, huh

You know what this is, the vamps and the boogies, we jugg through the party

What you listenin' to is that

Homixide, Homixide

Patek is flooded, but way over budget, I lose it on tour, huh

I would've said, "Fuck you too," but you knew that the list was full, haha, ha, haha, haha

Havin' it my way like Usher, dog

Red and blue diamonds like Gusher, dog

Up score on you niggas like Rucker, dog

I'm sore 'cause I got it off the muscle, dog

Frrah, frrah, slid, slide (The streets ready for this shit right here)

Drop, drop, die, die, kill, kill, watch, watch (Swamp Izzo)

Eliantte go big, white gold link fall on the belly

The emerald cuff for hers and his, that bitch on point like A$AP Relli

I'm talking 'bout— ah

The numbers is nothing, the money is nothing, I really been him, I promise

Say Kenny been heavy out West and I carry the weight, nigga, I'm Luka Dončić

Conspiracy theories is given, but I must admit it, you got the wrong person

They bundlin', man, Chicago slang, which one of you niggas'll merch it?

Merch it, merch it, yeah, merch it

Cardo my evil twin, Carti my evil twin

My skin is smoother, my teeth is whiter, my stride is longer, my thoughts is brighter

The hate get realer, the love get fake, but when you this great, that's how you should like it

Uh, movin' them boulders, uh, movin' them boulders, uh, movin' them boulders

Uh, movin' them boulders, uh, movin' them boulders, uh, movin' them boulders

Too legit to— good credit

Now it's time to order a loan card

I SEEEEEE YOU BABY BOI lyrics - Playboi Carti

Schyeah, schyeah

Started from the bottom, schyeah, schyeah

Ain't hard to tell

Yeah, livin' this life out of highs, yeah

I escaped the fail, schyeah

(Schyeah) She gon' know how it feel

Happily over to my mills' (Schyeah)

I was tired of bein' in a shell

To see you, it was feelin' like hell, schyeah

That shit in a cell, can't tuck my tail

Run it up for my baby, everything on sale, schyeah

Schyeah, schyeah, schyeah

I'd like to see your face finally

Yeah, I'd like to see it, yeah

Even though that you lied to me, yeah, I can see it, yeah

Just give me that pussy and don't remind me, 'cause I can see you, yeah (Schyeah)

Just give me that pussy and don't remind me, 'cause I can see you, yeah

Just give me that pussy and don't remind me, 'cause I can see you, yeah, uh, schyeah

Uh, how do I know that you down for me? How do I know that you around for me?

How do I know that you bound for me? Baby, would you skip town for me?

Baby, would you lay one down for me? Bitch, would you make good sounds for me?

Pick it all up, right around for me, schyeah

I don't know

Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me

Instead, you wanna be the one to... uh

Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me

Instead, you wanna be the one to... uh

Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me

Instead, you wanna be the one to... uh

Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me

Instead, you wanna be the one to... uh

Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me

Instead, you wanna be the one to... uh

Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me

Instead, instead

Schyeah

Schyeah, schyeah

WAKE UP F1LTHY lyrics - Playboi Carti

Uh, F1LTHY said, "Wake up, wake up"

Uh, had to go get the cake, cake up, uh

Racks on me, racks up, racks up

Uh, money on the floor, different hoes

Ooh, clockin' that bitch, I got her low

Uh, two in rotation, I'm movin' slo-mo

Jump out that fire, I let off that pole

Uh, pass her La Flame, now she want the O (Oh, schyeah)

Drugs in my body, oh yeah, let's go

Ooh, hoes in the lobby, oh yeah, let's go

Couple hits to your body, now you smell like mold

Jump out the party, I look like Mitch Modes

I know some bitches that's ready to hit it, they poppin' that shit (Ah)

Paint on her pussy, I suck on that titty, I turn on that tit (Ah)

Oh, you in Savannah? Come to Atlanta, come hold on this dick

Me and F1LTHY, we gettin' filthy, we so rich, gah

Ah, ha, ah, (What? Straight up, yeah)

I'm movin' off X, can't feel my head, can't feel my feet, yeah

The opps on live, they tellin' lies, why y'all speak?

It's double-O five, we mob tied, leave a nigga weak (Ah, wow)

Pass me something, ease my soul (Soul, soul)

Two rotations 'round they go

Only me and them I know, oh, oh

She gon' flip, she go berserk (Flip, flip)

She a freak, I make her squirt (Ooh)

I took two and now I'm turnt (Ooh)

Fucked La Flame and now she burn

Please, tell that bitch to beat it

Told her act like though you did it

This is madness when I'm dizzy

Different bodies comin' in and out, it like my Glock, it switches

Avoid the lobby when we go, damn, it's 4 a.m., I'm lit

Shawty, just pour inside my lemonade, I'm tryin' not to twitch (Twitch)

Jakes out in the street (Street), feet up at your six (Six, let's go)

I'm up, but on turtle time

I come from the city of pop trunk and elbows (Skrrt)

When she done mixing mine (Skrrt)

She give me that sixty-nine while I play six-four (Skrrt)

Uh, F1LTHY said, "Wake up, wake up" (Wow)

Uh, had to go get the cake, cake up, uh

Racks on me, racks up, racks up

Uh, money on the floor, different hoes

JUMPIN lyrics - Playboi Carti

(Let's go, let's go)

I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs (Don't do that, my nigga)

I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs (Don't do that, my nigga)

I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs (Don't do that, my nigga)

Oxy, Molly, Oxy, Oxy, I see Molly, I see bodies

I see dead niggas, yeah, I see bodies, I see bodies

Perc-10, different watches, Ben-10 shit, I got it

Hydro, throwin' fours, cut a nigga, kept it solid

SRT got pinks in it (Yeah), double cup got pink in it

Pink diamond, rock pink (Yeah), pink stuff on the AMC

Pink Tape, Pink Tape (Yeah), Pink Tape, Pink Tape (Yeah)

Pink Tape, Pink Tape (Yeah), Pink Tape, Pink Tape (Huh), hahaha

One Lamb', three straights, redbone, pink face

Vacay, pink lake, double cup, pink drank

Fast Wraith, let's race (Skrrt), sex date, Frosted Flake

Tony Tiger, "Grrrrreat"

Cullinan (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew), came with a Carbon in it (Don't play, my nigga)

.762 came with carbon in it, I am becomin' a narcissist (Yeah)

I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs (Don't do that, my nigga)

I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs (Don't do that, my nigga)

I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs (Don't do that, my nigga)

I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs (Don't do that, my nigga)

I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs (Don't do that, my nigga)

I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs (Don't do that, my nigga)

TRIM lyrics - Playboi Carti

Yeah, yeah

Put it up, haha, uh-huh

Nah, for real (Yeah)

Time to take Pluto to Herman Road (Sound like some mixtape shit, for real)

Shit gettin' real spooky out here

The Marni leather, in the hills like Eddie

I'm rockin' baguetties, you niggas is petty

You bitches is petty, I'm comin' correcty

I come with machetes, I'm cuttin' shit up (Yeah)

I feel the betrayal, I'm ready to lay on 'em

Ready to spray on 'em, fuck on yo' ho (Woah)

I'm pushin' the Spec', got the stars in the door

I got one of those, my bitches be cold (Swamp Izzo)

She feelin' my presence, I put on a presi'

She rockin' baguetties, she fuckin' with me

She rockin' new Kelly, I put on the jetty

I'm good on the fetty, my cash is steady

I get it geeked, it ain't nothin' to be said

These niggas be goofy, they look like the feds

I couldn't fit it and still and went got it

Just look at the Bugattis, I'm goin' too crazy (Swamp Izzo)

Walkin' with Xannies, I gotta be honest

I'm walkin' with Xannies, I gotta be honest (Walkin' with Xannies)

I'm keepin' it a thousand, it's over a hundred

I got this shit bunkin', I turned it back up (Got this shit fire)

I been on that demon time, ready to roll

The finer the China you put on yo' nose

I don't need no stylist, I'm front of the Vogue

I bought a new mansion, it's just for the clothes

Break up a four, it's nothin' to explain (Woah)

Chrome Heart accessory, ain't have to explain (Woah)

Call when you ready, ain't nun' to explain

I done bossed bitches up, it ain't nothin' to explain

Can't put me down, you will never be claimed (I got it, woah)

Shawty been reppin', she promise she gang (I got it, woah)

I'm on some king shit, nigga too lame (I got it, woah)

Really I'm trim, just bought me a plane (Really I'm trim)

I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (Really, I'm trim)

I'm a real one, I can't never be on no rap shit (Really, I'm trim)

On Colorado shopping, goin' to Aspen (Really, I'm trim)

I'm the richest nigga in my hood, ain't no bappin' (Really I'm trim, I bossed her)

I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (Really, I'm trim)

I'm a real one, I can't never be on no rap shit (Southside Atlanta, baby, really, I'm trim)

On Colorado shopping, goin' to Aspen (Mr. Bust Down himself, really, I'm trim)

I'm the richest nigga in my hood (Who fuckin' with us?), ain't no bappin' (Renegade 5, really, I'm trim)

I'ma blow up (Ah), I'ma blow up (Ah)

Got two on 'em (Really I'm trim, ha)

Double-0 (Double-0) double-0 (Double-0)

Double-0 (Double-0, really, I'm trim)

I got your ho, she gon' trim with the opp (Really, I'm trim, Swamp Izzo)

Bendin' my opps I done...

I'm bendin' my opps I done smoked

I got pints of the fent' on the floor (On the floor, really I'm trim)

I'm havin' sex on the jet, no coach (No coach)

She throw me cat, I pull a bag on the ho (Ah, really, I'm trim, Swamp Izzo)

Half of these hoes are jokes (We lap that shit up, nigga, really, I'm trim)

Watch how I touch the floor (Go, go)

She know how to talk, let's go (Go, 5)

Body like woah-woah (Trim, trim, trim, 5)

I stay diamond, go (5, really I'm trim)

I'm in that wide shit, hold up (5)

I'm in that wide (5, really, I'm trim, 5)

I whip out this Hen, I whip out the woah (You know what the fuck this is?, really, I'm trim)

Carti on trim like ebola (5)

Thirty-five hunnid a soldier (5, really, I'm trim)

North Face ski mask rollin' (5)

I'm on that, Santan', molly (Really, I'm trim), lookin' like doja (5)

Double-0-5, double-0-5 (Swamp Izzo), woah, put 'em on a poster (Really, I'm trim, 5)

I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (Really, I'm trim)

I'm a real one, I can't never be on no rap shit (Really, I'm trim)

On Colorado shopping, goin' to Aspen (Really, I'm trim)

I'm the richest nigga in my hood, ain't no bappin' (Really, I'm trim)

You got the whole motherfuckin' world sayin' trim

Swamp Izzo

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