Squad (Firearm) lyrics - Lil Uzi Vert

[Playboi Carti:]

Made in China

I'm with the squad, uh

I'm with the squad (Beep)

I'm with the squad, uh (Beep)

I'm with the squad, ayy

I'm with the squad, ayy, uh, yeah

All of my niggas are loyal, ayy

All of my niggas are Gucci, ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, what?)

All of my niggas are loyal, ayy

All of my niggas are Gucci, ayy

Walking around with the toolie, ayy

And my lil' partner, she shoot, ooh, uh

Spending my money, you broke, ayy

All of my niggas are thugs

All of my niggas salute, uh (Yeah)

I just broke up with my bitch

I fell in love with my ruger (Pew-pew, pew)

I got the Pyrex Vision (Yeah)

Pass me the blunt and I'm hittin' it (Pass me the blunt and I'm hittin' it)

I whip it, I get it

Actin' a fool in the kitchen

Count it up, count it up, get it (Count it up)

Call up the plug, we gettin' it (Count it up)

Uber but I ain't in it (Count it up)

Uh, boy, get your bands up

Knock it off ho, get ya hands up (Mount it up)

Been in the block with the handle

I got that roll, uh

I got, I got the roll

Playin' your bih (What?)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Uh, yeah)

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

I got that roll, yeah, I got that roll (I'm with the squad)

I got that roll, uh, I got that roll (And I'm with the squad)

I let her dome me, fucked her 'til 5 in the morning

Yeah, I got rich (Yeah)

Came up off these shows

Playboi Carti only Vlone thug that I know (Real shit, yeah, yeah)

Die 'lone, know I gotta keep my firearm

Firearm, firearm, firearm (Tu-tu-tu)

In my whip I'm flyin'

Bad girl on my left (Yeah)

Bad bitch on my right arm (Damn)

Damn, your heels, they so high

Yeah, get your height on (Yeah)

Smoke that gas like Shaggy, told that girl I'll ride on

Dipped in that gold, yeah

Stick to the code (Huh?)

Yeah, I got that roll, yeah

I got that roll

[Playboi Carti:]

I got that roll, uh, I, I got the roll

Playin' your bitch (What?)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Uh, yeah)

All of my niggas are loyal, uh

All of my niggas are Gucci, uh

Uh, ya, all of my niggas are loyal

All of my niggas are Gucci

Uh, ya, all of my niggas are loyal

All of my niggas are Gucci

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

I got that roll, yeah, I got that roll (I'm with the squad)

I got that roll, uh, I got that roll (And I'm with the squad)

I let her dome me, fucked her 'til 5 in the morning (Yeah)

Yeah, I got rich (Yeah)

Came up off these shows

Playboi Carti only Vlone thug that I know (Real shit)

Playboi Carti only Vlone thug that I know (Huh?)

Playboi Carti only Vlone thug that I know (Huh?)

Playboi Carti only Vlone thug that I know (Ha)

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

Talk (ICYTWAT Remix) lyrics - Playboi Carti

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

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

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

Sippin' 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!

The Omen lyrics - Playboi Carti

Valentino yellow diamond ropes

Got yo' ho on go!

Got a ho, cool with all my hoes

They all share my pole, Uh

I can't share no pole

Gotta keep a scope

Gotta keep a dirty mix

I mixed the whole fo'

Gotta keep my ho

She gon' mix it on the stove

When them cameras gone

I'm trappin' out with my folks

When them cameras gone

Bitch I'm baggin' up a O

When them cameras gone

Bitch I'm count a whole O

Smashing all your hoes

Pass her to my folks

Trying on some clothes

Designer be my 'drobe

Marc Jacobs be my coat

She stressin' on your mind

My dick all in her throat

Ho, go, go, go, Carti

Valentino yellow diamond ropes

Got yo' ho on go!

Got a ho, cool with all my hoes

They all share my pole, uh

I can't share no pole

Gotta keep a scope

Gotta keep a cup dirty

Mixed a whole fo'

Gotta keep a ho

She gon' mix it on the stove

When them cameras gone

Bitch I'm trappin' with my folks

Valentino yellow diamond ropes

Got yo' ho on go!

Got a ho, cool with all my hoes

They all share my pole, uh

I can't share no pole

Gotta keep a scope

Gotta keep a cup dirty

Mixed a whole fo'

Gotta keep a ho

She gon' mix it on the stove

When them cameras gone

Bitch I'm trappin' with my folks

Valentino yellow diamond ropes

Got yo' ho on go!

Got a ho, cool with all my hoes

They all share my pole, uh

I can't share no pole

Gotta keep a scope

Gotta keep a cup dirty

Mixed a whole fo'

Gotta keep a ho

She gon' mix it on the stove

When them cameras gone

Bitch I'm trappin' with my folks

These Niggas Mad At Me lyrics - Playboi Carti

Okay

I ain't trippin', just cashin' out, I ain't trippin'

(Get the money)

These niggas mad at me how a young nigga livin', ayy

Carti walked in, they ain't seen me in a minute

Been trappin' out the hotel since they let me out on bail

They let me out of hell

And pour up to this shit 'cause real niggas don't tell

This new gun that I got

It don't even leave shells, ayy

Keep a white bitch, fat ass, long hair, ayy

Sucked the soul out me, man, that ho left me pale, damn

I might as well spend it all on this bitch

(Might just spend it all on this bitch, I might as well)

I might as well, ayy

(Damn, uh, damn, damn)

I feel like I'm the reason why these niggas tryna get it

Pulled up in a foreign, man, I told that ho, "Get in"

(Ethereal)

(Foreign, man, I told that ho, "Get in")

I told her I ain't trippin', ayy

I feel like I'm the reason why these niggas tryna get it

I ain't trippin', just cashin' out, I ain't trippin'

These niggas mad at me how a young nigga livin', ayy

Let me get him out your way, uh

Let me get him out your way

Let me get him out your face

If you got it like you say you got it let me come your way

Okay, but please don't bring nobody, uh

Please don't bring nobody, uh

Boy, don't bring nobody, uh

Please don't bring nobody, okay

Please don't bring nobody, uh

Please don't bring nobody, uh

Boy, don't bring nobody

Please don't bring nobody

Tryna Be Me lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Skepta)

[Playboi Carti:]

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch

I just want some sex, I just want some sex, honestly

You know what I'm saying?

I'm in LA (Cash Carti)

I might be in Toronto next week

I'm all over the place, bitch

Ayy, Cash Carti (Yeah)

I'm on my different shit

I can't trust these bitches 'cause these bitches ain't shit (ain't shit)

All that

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Moneybags (I can't serve you)

Moneybags (I can't serve you)

Moneybags (I can't serve you)

Moneybags (I can't serve you)

Young niggas tryna be me

Young niggas tryna be me

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex

I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I just need a check, aye

My babymama say I'm up, I told that bitch I'm next, aye

Banging with my brothers, aye, banging with no others, aye

I bust that pussy down and I pass it to my brother, aye

Yeah, aye, it was just the other day

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back

Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap

Aye, I can't serve you I can't serve you was on the corner trippin'

I can't serve you, my young niggas on the come-up, aye

Alexander McQueen, boy I tuck it in my vest

Yung Carti been ballin', bitch, nothin' but net

Bad bitch she came over, she came, yeah

Bad bitch she came over, gave a young nigga neck (I got it)

Took his bitch to my crib, yeah that hoe so impressed

And I start pourin', and I start pourin'

Then I start pourin', that bitch started to undress

And you know this ice, and you know this ice

Boy you know this ice around my neck, I don't wanna speak

Boy you know I keep a fucking Tec, boy, talk is cheap

Boy I keep that on the seat, foreign drive by, sheesh

Now them boys hatin' boy, I don't fuck with pussy boys

Aye, aye, aye

Probably catch me in a foreign, going to where the money going

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex

I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I just need a check, aye

My babymama say I'm up, I told that bitch I'm next, aye

Banging with my brothers, aye, banging with no others, aye

I bust that pussy down and I pass it to my brother, aye

Yeah, aye, it was just the other day

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back

Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back

Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap

[Skepta:]

Aye, aye

We never see these pussy hoes, only see these checks

Say you getting stacks, but most of your Gs in debt

I see your bitch checking out your clothes

And I don't think she's impressed

Oh, what this tee right here?

Nah, they ain't released this yet

But that's a mad ting right here

I'm killing these niggas bring some flowers

Nah this ain't a regular pack

I'm smoking some different powers

Niggas in that cellular antics

You working with some different powers

Put your girl in a single mattress

On my dick for hours

I told her wait, one sec get off me

Your hands are way too low, nah you ain't doing it properly

Fuck this bullshit, let's get back to the money scheme

Feel like I'ma die soon, man I keep getting funny dreams

Told your baby mama to hide the weapon in the buggy, please

That's my nigga with the dreads and the dungarees

Pull up to the show with a hundred Gs

Got niggas buzzin' like some bumble bees

They never trouble me, nah

I ain't worried bout no bitch

[Playboi Carti:]

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex

I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I just need a check, aye

My babymama say I'm up, I told that bitch I'm next, aye

Banging with my brothers, aye, banging with no others, aye

I bust that pussy down and I pass it to my brother, aye

Yeah, aye, it was just the other day

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back

Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back

Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap

It was the other day, it was the other day

It was the other day, damn, yeah, uh, yeah

I ain't worried, yeah, uh, how could I worry, yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain't worried, yeah yeah. hold on

(Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back

Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap)

Ur The Moon lyrics - Playboi Carti

I just be stylin', it's hard to sleep (schyeah)

She never made it hard for me (schyeah, it's comin)

I can't trust my eyes, like, how do I see?

I'm in the high, she's in the heat, uh (turn it up, turn it up)

Tell me why? and for what?

Always prepared 'cause I never know what

She wait at all of my shows, she wanted me to sign her butt, yeah, uh (hahahahahahaha)

Whippin' that ho with the fendi

Yeah-yeah, I was lookin' for benji

I had smoke at means street (don't get fuckin' scared now)

Everybody thought they knew me

My bitch, she ain't even meet the new me

A ho gon' die tryna do me

Look at the sky, it's a movie

She not a wife, she a groupie

That's a lil'-ass chain, check the new piece, schyeah

(I promise you niggas)

Red in the diamonds, no rubies

Stick in the dirt like- (schyeah)

Stick in the dirt like doody (schyeah), schyeah

There's plenty of opps in the loose leafs

Goyard trunk, keep it brief, yeah

Stamp on your neck like pussy ('bout what?)

Schyeah, schyeah

Schyeah

Stand your position, lil' nigga, before you get put on a shirt (schyeah)

I was in south carolina, with two hoes, takin' they turn

You play with that fire too much, lil' shawty, you bound to get burnt (schyeah)

Svj, I go crazy, no concern (schyeah), uh

Glock in the holster (schyeah), yeah, stick in the goyard (schyeah)

Put 'em on a poster, put 'em in a graveyard (schyeah), schyeah

She gets angry, she like to text hard (what?)

I don't need a co-sign (what?), I need a diehard (huh?)

I fuck her, blackout, yeah, then put it in chrome heart

The bentley, it's push-start (uh)

I'm a bully, I push hard (yeah, s'yeah)

Drivin' off drugs, this my go-kart (s'yeah)

Different day, ha (s'yeah)

We came out on sunday

I told my momma I was gon' make it one day

Been, been, been told her

It was just the other day I was on bullshit, he on leftose, yeah

Schyeah, thinkin' about it

Now it's just g5's, yeah, I don't do layovers

Vlone Thug lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. UnoTheActivist)

[Playboi Carti & Uno:]

V LONE thug

(V LONE thug, turn my voice up)

Tats on my neck

Jit in my blunt

Keep my 40 tucked

Lil bih gon' bust

Yep, uh, uh

V LONE thug

(I'm a V LONE thug)

Yams in my cup

V LONE Thug

Let shawty po' me up

Yeah, yeah

V LONE thug, Yams in my cup

Let shawty pour it up, let shawty pour me up

V LONE thug, Yams in my cup

Let shawty pour it up, let shawty pour me up

Tats on my neck, jit in my blunt

Keep my 40 tucked, I keep my 40 tucked

V LONE thug, Yams in my cup

Shawty pour me up, let shawty pour me up

VLone thug call it what you want

Said she wanna fuck me first, you gotta fuck my blood

Pull up to the block the AK on the trunk

Ay, smoke a jit pack, smoke a purp blunt

Chit chat, piss pat, snitch bad

VLONE thug shawty fuck my blood

I bang with them bloods

South Atlanta thug

VVS my Gums, Three Ring LeBron

Uh, chopper in the park

I don't pop my tongue

She like to use her tongue

Fuck your hoe for none

Doir jeans for nothin'

Goyard waist for nothin'

Had you doing [?]

Ay, call-a my phone

Ay, what do you want?

Oh leave me alone

Oh wait I'm a VLONE

Hey, hop on the block

A, K in the trunk

Ay, dat ain't yo stash

Ooh, Perry got money

Hey, sunday is sunny

Ooh, play with the hunnies

Ooh, play with them benji's

Trap buzzing is standard

Oi one is attending

Time killing no limit

Shawty fuck my blood

She been with them bloods

South Atlanta thug

They call me the plug

Robin's with the wings

VVS my Gums

Choppers in the trunks

We So Proud Of Him lyrics - Playboi Carti

Ooh girl look at him, ooh girl look at him

Feel like Pac and them (I'm so proud of him)

Feel like God and them (We so proud of him)

I'm so proud of him, we so proud of him

I'm so proud of him, we so proud of him

Ooh girl look at him, ooh girl look at him (okay)

Ooh girl look at him

You can't get like him, can't you dress like him?

You can't move like him, you can't do like him

You ain't real crew then, ooh, how you shoot with them?

How you move with them? How you true to them?

Where the fuck were you like last year?

Yeah we do to them, might shoot at them (pew, pew, pew)

Ooh, get rude with them, oh, you due to them

Who the fuck is them? My bitch partied there

Who invited you? I can't lie to you?

Yo' hoe in my ear

I'm inside in her, I'ma slide in her

ICYTWAT, Mexiko, how I started, yeah

Kill 'em with yo' ad-lib, ooh, yeah yeah yeah

I got lots of bags, yeah, ooh, yeah yeah yeah, ooh

I got lots of cash, yeah, ooh, yeah yeah yeah, ooh

I get on a bitch, eat it up, ooh, for breakfast

I got lots of bitches, on my phone, they from Texas

And we got that tech, from that Texas, so we ready

So I keep that strap, for your bitch, and I'm ready

Give me Becky (and she going), I won't telly

In my telly, ooh ooh, and she tellin' (what she tellin'?)

I get bitches, I want sloppy, she got sloppy

Oh my Goddy, that's a shame, Oh my Goddy

In the lobby, ooh ooh, off the molly, ooh ooh

Hoe we rolling, ooh ooh, don't try to spot me, ooh ooh

See these diamonds? I feel like Rocky

I'm so cocky, I got thotties

And they ready, and they going, they on go

Don't call my phone when you see young Carti go (when you see me go)

And you see young Carti go

We so proud of him

We so proud of him

We so proud of him

What lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Uno The Activist)

[Playboi Carti:]

What [x8]

Hoe you talk too much, fuck my money up

Can't fuck money up, let's fuck some money up

What [x8]

Your hoe talk too much, I just wanna bust

Come over to fuck, hoe I'm like what's up

What [x8]

Money counting up, hoe can't count it up

I'm gon' spent these bucks, you gon' come to fuck

What [x8]

Up in Follies boy, spent a couple bucks

Fuck a stripper hoe, I'm like nigga for what

What [x4]

[UnoTheActivist:]

I don't give a fuck

Keep that 40 tucked

Nigga try your luck

What, what

Nigga knuck, get bucked

Dersert leave you stuck

And that choppa up

What, what

We don't give no fucks

Run up in ya crib and tie up your mom

What, what

I don't never sweat

And I got a weapon

Leave a nigga wet

What, what

Leave a nigga neck

What, what

Disrespect my set

I got hella checks

I be sippin' Tec

What, what

Hoe you not my hoe, get it through your head

Only want the neck

What, what

Choppas with a pointer

Why you falling short

Call in my report

What, what

You call him, I report him

What, what

Audi sitting on Forgis

What, what, what

Sitting on Forgis

[Playboi Carti:]

Your hoe talk too much, I just wanna bust

Come over to fuck, hoe I'm like what's up

What [x8]

Money counting up, hoe can't count it up

I'm gonna spent these bucks, You gon' come to fuck

What [x8]

Up in Follies boy, spent a couple bucks

Fuck a stripper hoe, I'm like nigga for what

What [x8]

Your hoe talk too much, I just wanna bust

Come over to fuck, hoe I'm like what's up

What [x8]

Money counting up, hoe can't count it up

I'm gonna spent these bucks, You gon' come to fuck

What [x8]

What (Remix) lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Chris Fresh, Madeintyo , Lil Yachty & UnoTheActivist)

[Madeintyo:]

I smoke that gas outta blunt, I get whatever I want

I see that ass from the front, I take that bitch out for lunch

I put that dick in the gut, shawty you know you a slut

Nigga Uno pulled up, smoking gas out the blunt

I mix the Bape with the 'Preme, shawty you know that you mean

Lil nigga on the bean, taking one for the team

Sizzle fresh with the sauce, Uno, Carti taking off

Tokyo I been a boss, never will take a loss

(What what) I smoke that gas out a blunt

(What what) I get whatever she want

(What what) I see that ass from the front

Tokyo do what he want, Tokyo do what he want!

(What what) I smoke that gas out a blunt

(What what) I get whatever she want

(What what) I see that ass from the front

[Lil Yachty (Lil Boat):]

Lil Boat! Woah!

Damn, yeah, yeah, yeah, Lil Boat!

V8 my motor, don't talk to me vulgar, my bitch she do coke and she can't [?]

Was sagging my pants just like you think a felon would

Fuck up that fuck up, I fuck it up well

Young youth slayer, check me out on Fader, posing for the bitches, I got many riches

Who said Boat was broke? Hell nah, what? I'm a sore broker

Catch me off of strokers, molly drank dropping, my bitch Cathy Katherine

Black dick gobbling, I'm a real nigga

Lack Hilfiger, but I love my niggas, diamonds for my niggas

Yeah, yeah, yeah

What? Wrist, wrist, wrist, what?

I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, like what?

I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, nigga what?

Nigga try Boat, thirty at his nose, bitch it ain't a joke

QC til' I'm dead, diamonds on his head, he gon' end up dead

Now his Ma'ma like-

[Playboi Carti:]

(What what what what what what what what) (Cozy Boyz)

Hoe you talk to much, Fuck my money up

Can't fuck money up, Let's fuck some money up

(What what what what what what what what)

Your hoe talk to much, I just wanna bust

Come over to fuck, Hoe I'm like what's up

(What what what what what what what what)

Money counting up, Hoe come count it up

I'm going spent this bucks, You gon come to fuck

(What what what what what what what what)

Up in Follies what, spent a couple bucks

Fuck a stripper hoe, I'm like nigga for what

[Uno The Activist:]

(What what)

I don't give a fuck

Keep that 40 tucked

Nigga try your luck

(What what)

Nigga knuck ya buck, desert leave you stuck

And that choppa up

(What what)

We don't give no fucks, run up in ya crib

And tie up your moms

(What what)

I don't never sweat, and I gotta weapon

Leave a nigga wet

(What what) (Cozy Boys)

Leave a nigga neck

(What what)

Disrespect my set, I got hella checks, I be sipping Tec

(What what)

Hoe you not my hoe, get it through your head, only want the neck

(What what)

Choppas with a pointer, why you falling short, call em my report, you call him my reporter

(What what)

Audi sitting on forgis, while you sit on porch

[Playboi Carti:]

Your hoe talk to much, I just wanna bust

Come over to fuck, Hoe I'm like what's up

(What what what what what what what what)

Money counting up, Hoe come count it up

I'm going spent this bucks, You gon come to fuck

(What what what what what what what what)

Up in Follies what, spent a couple bucks

Fuck a stripper hoe, I'm like nigga for what

What We Doin lyrics - Playboi Carti

My Balenciaga diamonds girl you ain't seen those

Got my whole gang posted on my front porch

My Balenciaga diamonds girl you ain't seen those

Whole-Whole gang posted on my front porch

My Balenciaga diamonds girl you ain't seen those

Got my whole gang posted on my front porch

My Balenciaga diamonds girl you ain't seen those

Whole-Whole gang posted on my front porch

(DAM Brandon!)

Ugh! What we doin, what we doin, yeah yeah

What we doin, what we doin, yeah yeah

What we doin, what we doin, yeah yeah

What we doin, what we doin, uh uhh

Everywhere I go I make a movie yeah

I told that hoe let go hold still, let's make a movie yeah

Uhh! She don't talk to me, she just do me yeah

I said my crib filled with bitches like a movi... How much you moving uhh!

Aye! Crib filled with packs like a movie uhh!

Two phones, two hoes backdoor, Go out my backdoor

That's your main hoe, That's my "where you at hoe"

Ba-Ba-Ba-Balenciaga diamonds girl you ain't seen those

Got my whole gang posted on my front porch

Eat your Cheerios, Hoe I'm on flex mode

Riding in my city in a Porsche, bitch 2 door!

Two door, two hoes, man who hoes?

Girl get in, girl get in with the top doe!

Top door, bitch I let off the top blow

Extendo bitch I'm rolling up the good smoke, yeahh

Ugh! What we doin, what we doin, yeah yeah

What we doin, what we doin, yeah yeah

What we doin, what we doin, yeah yeah

What we doin, what we doin, uh uhh

Everywhere I go I make a movie yeah

I told that hoe let go hold still, let's make a movie yeah

Uhh! She don't talk to me, she just do me yeah

I said my crib filled with bitches like a movi... How much you moving uhh!

XXL Freshman 2017 - Playboi Carti Freestyle lyrics - Playboi Carti

Uh, yeah, hide it in my sock

Hide it in my sock, ooh

Serving that rerock

First I park my car, uh

Then I pour the Wock, uh

I'm a Wock-star, uh

I'm a pop star, ayy

Pop a lot of beans, ayy

She just on the team, ayy

She just wanna fiend, ayy

She just want a drink, ayy

I just got a new hoe, that's my favorite bitch, ayy

I just got a new watch, diamonds on my wrist, ayy

Yeah, ayy, nigga watch this, ayy, LV's up, uh

Kim Jones in my line, had the plug up, ayy

All these hoes wanna fuck 'cause my money up, ayy

Counting all this cash got a nigga money tired, ayy

Nigga ain't right then a nigga getting fired

I don't really fight nigga, hit 'em where he lying, ayy

Stop the capping, stop the lying

Yo Pi'erre! lyrics - Pi'erre Bourne (feat. Playboi Carti)

Yo!

Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

[Pi'erre Bourne (Playboi Carti):]

Aye we outside, we here (yo)

I'm outside, we here

Aye and I ain't goin' nowhere (at all)

You should get to know Pi'erre (what)

Everybody want me to come out here (what, what)

Everybody want me to come out here (what, what)

You should get to know Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre (what)

Yo, yo, ain't goin' nowhere (yuh)

Yo, should get to know Pi'erre (what)

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

[Playboi Carti:]

I got real ice on my Rollie, uh, fuck the police

All these bitches swear they know me, they don't know me

I got big guap guacamole, white hoe call her Cody

Titties fat, told her show me, high beam, nigga Rollie

In the hood with my Rollie, East Atlanta with Young Nudy

Shawty fuck me, yeah, she choosing, fuck me like a groupie

A.K with that toolie, uh, in that bih we foolie

Your shit do not move me, uh, all my niggas foolie foolie

[Pi'erre Bourne (Playboi Carti):]

Aye we outside, we here (yo)

I'm outside, we here

Aye and I ain't goin' nowhere

You should get to know Pi'erre (what)

Everybody want me to come out here (what, what)

Everybody want me to come out here (what, what)

You should get to know Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre (what)

Yo, yo, ain't goin' nowhere

Yo, should get to know Pi'erre (what)

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

Yeah I'm up next, I'm the best

No flex, whatever [?]

Hit it from the back, collision and then we crash

Aye I wake up, the breakfast in the bag (what, what)

I just made some bands in my sleep (what)

Quit my job, told 'em I'm making beats (go, go, go)

What the fuck is 40 hour week?

Aye we outside, we here

I'm outside, we here

Aye and I ain't goin' nowhere

You should get more Pi'erre

Errbody want me to come out here

Errbody want me to come out here

You should get more Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

Yo, yo, ain't goin' nowhere

Yo, you should get more Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

YUNGXANHOE lyrics - Playboi Carti

 I'm sad as fuck

Xan [x15]

Xan got me on some other shit

Codeine, lucid dreams bitch I bleed lean

Choppa' with the beam for the money scheme

Got my wrist out the car tryna' make a scene

Purple rain watch it drain through my veins

Left with no guap came back in a range

Switch it up I can't fill my cup unless it's mud

On my blood I cut you off if you ain't talkin' bout nun'

Red bone give me gums got my face numb

Got my thumb through the check go and twerk sum'

Never catch me in the field tripping off a pill

Catch me in a foreign whip, Ferragamo wheels

Holding on my steel

Nigga shit get real

If I let the trigger go then that's just how I feel

Banana clip get peeled

We fucking off a pill

Your bitch over here still

My nigga

Xan got me on some other shit

Codeine, lucid dreams bitch I bleed lean

Choppa' with the beam for the money scheme

Got my wrist out the car tryna' make a scene