Fetti lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Da$H & Maxo Kream)

[Playboi Carti:]

I just left Houston, I just left Earth

Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt

Got some hoes who gon' fuck

I'm still pouring up

I can see in his face

Designer on my waist

Now you all in her face

That ho give me face

That ho give me faith (damn)

That ho give me faithce

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can't go in, I ain't ready

I can't go in, I ain't ready

I can't go in, I ain't ready

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can't go in, I ain't ready

I can't go in, I ain't ready

Fetti on Fetti

[Da$H:]

I can't go in I ain't ready

I can't go in I ain't ready

That drank on me heavy

I can't go in I ain't ready

I can't go in I ain't ready

Them pills kicking heavy

I can't go in I ain't ready

I can't go in I ain't ready

That 40 too heavy

I can't go in I ain't ready

I can't go in I ain't ready

Just count up my fetti

So

Yeah, So

Mr. Never Lacking

Bust a package, bills can get paid off of rappin'

Still I keep to trappin'

Used to hunnid sack it

Now I fuck a actress

Shit I'm just thinkin how it happened

Had to get explicit, had to make it listen

Moving out them pounds, niggas started snitchin'

Loading up them rounds, niggas started missin'

Move it out of town, and Tommy Cruise the mission

Converse with my addictions

Don't talk I just listen

Five drugs that I'm mixin'

Money only thing on my vision

Infatuated with them semis and 'matics

All of my niggas is thugs with some habits

Like Ring on TV, we been with the static

I fuck on this bitch and she say she from Athens

Opiated so I'm demonstrating my emotion less

Got some real niggas quotin' this

Got yo main bitch hoein', shit

Lost a few things as of recent

Life is anything but decent

Blow the re-up on my teeth

Is the only time you catch me cheesin'

[Playboi Carti:]

I just left Houston, I just left Earth

Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt

Got some hoes who gon' fuck

I'm still pouring up

I can see in his face

Designer on my waist

Now you all in her face

That ho give me face

That ho give me faith (damn)

That ho give me faithce

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can't go in, I ain't ready

I can't go in, I ain't ready

I can't go in, I ain't ready

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can't go in, I ain't ready

I can't go in, I ain't ready

Fetti on Fetti

[Maxo Kream:]

Shipping a pack and it's vacuum sealed

30 on 40, keep that concealed

Just bought a pint, I'm a crack the seal

Strap on my side like a Navy SEAL

Three in the morning, we trapping still

Matte black on rover, the bat mobile

Don't trust that nigga cause he gon squeal

Not buying shit if the pack not sealed

I'm faded, I'm faded, off xannies I'm wasted

My bitches they nasty they suck it and taste it

I'm short on my patience, I'm serving my patient

I'm very impatient, little bitch come get naked

Pack coming in but I don't need to weigh it

Choppa en route I shoot once and you spraying

Can't come in my trap the front door is gated

My prices inflated, my plug name is David

Dripping thru the city got a little bitch in Babee'Os

Fucked me on the spot cause she heard me on the radio

3 bitches run to me, that's a perfect ratio

Don't wanna fuck the ho, I just want fellatio

Let her play with the nut, put it in her booty hole

Pop a couple pills and I beat it like a stereo

Stuffed cup, backwoods, riding 'round, merry-go

Cup need a oil change, Actavis I love to po'

Hit a stain, hogging lanes, gripping grain getting throwed

Leave you brains in the grain, you another John Doe

No holds barred when you see me I let it go

No mo' 'gars so we rolling up the fronto

No mo 'gars cause we rollin out the fronto

I'm in H-town, nigga, and I can never go

[Playboi Carti:]

I just left Houston, I just left Earth

Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt

Got some hoes who gon' fuck

I'm still pouring up

I can see in his face

Designer on my waist

Now you all in her face

That ho give me face

That ho give me faith (damn)

That ho give me faithce

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can't go in, I ain't ready

I can't go in, I ain't ready

I can't go in, I ain't ready

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can't go in, I ain't ready

I can't go in, I ain't ready

Fetti on Fetti

Flood The Bank lyrics - Playboi Carti

Cook that shit up, Lou!

I just love the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might flood the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin’ money, I might break the bank (Uh)

Fuckin' on this bitch, all she do is sing (Uh)

Wit' my niggas (Uh)

All we do is bang (Uh)

Too much fuckin’ money, I might break the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might flood the bank (Uh)

Twenty thousand dollars, I just love the bank (Yeah, Yeah, Uh)

I just love the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin money, i might break the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, i might flood the bank (Uh)

Ridin' wit' my goons, you know they gon' bang (Yeah, Yeah, Uh)

I might flood the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might break the bank (Uh)

Twenty thousand dollars, I just love the bank (Uh)

Twenty thousand dollars, I just love the bank (Uh, Yeah)

Went and copped a chain (Uh)

Diamonds on my teeth (Uh)

Diamonds on my chain (Uh)

Fuckin' on this bitch (Uh)

She don’t know my name (Uh)

Fuckin’ on this bitch (Uh)

She just want the fame (Yeah, Yeah, Uh)

All my niggas lit (Uh)

All my niggas rich (Uh)

Know we keepin' sticks (Yeah, Uh)

All my niggas lit (Uh)

All my niggas rich (Uh)

Know we keepin’ sticks (Yeah, Yeah, Uh)

I just love the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might flood the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might break the bank (Uh)

Fuckin' on this bitch, all she do is sing (Yeah, Yeah, Uh)

I just love the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin’ money, I might flood the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might break the bank (Uh)

Fuckin' on this bitch, all she do is sing (Uh)

Wit' my niggas (Uh)

All we do is bang (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might break the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might flood the bank (Uh)

Twenty thousand dollars, I just love the bank

H00DBYAIR lyrics - Playboi Carti

Uh, you gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

You gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

You gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

You gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

I'm fuckin' these bitches, alright

I'm havin' my way, alright, uh

My fingers, they muhfuckin' tight

My eyes are open, I'm high

I can't believe I can die

I just realized I was high

I was seventeen on the mic'

But I'm tryna be Carti, not Mike

I'm a gigolo, ho, I bite

My whole career, they bite me

Some niggas, they thinkin' they faster than me

Somebody should tell them they dyin'

I'm done with these niggas and dissin'

I just be pissin', I don't give a fuck

I'm knowin' when you move, boy

Bitch, I'm tryna tell, your ho gon' fuck

All you ever do is copy, all you ever do is mock

Why you talkin' about me?

If you really got a problem, we can handle that problem, yeah, body to body

Buffy the body, my bitch got body, Buffy the body

My bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body

Screech like a hyaena when I get a body

Travel the world, huh, huh, schyeah, hol' up

On tour with your girl

And it's not my world, it's Mollyworld

And she's not my girl, she's Mali's girl

You play with my top, get a referral

Put 'em in smoke, you get refeered

Put 'em in a coff', put 'em in a coff'

Put 'em in a, uh, put 'em in a, uh, put 'em in a coff'

I jump out the Lamb' truck, she thought that I lost it

I jump off my red eye, push out, then I go to Boston

I stay with like ten thots, Austin

Everything is awesome, F-A, fuckin' awesome

Make sure you tell them niggas, "Watch me"

They don't know how I cross some

Double 0, yeah, the biggest ever, we just gettin' ready for the crossover

Tell the driver he need to pull over, let this bitch come top, then over

Nosebleed, yeah, high speed, huh, I can get the rollover

You been actin' funny and you fake poppin', yeah, just like hot soda

Y'all niggas don't know how to grow up, I been a OG since I was younger

All of my friends are dead, leave 'em in the cold, put 'em in the tundra

I go Ray Charles, I cannot see her, I make her fumble

I was just in Texas with Aaliyah, her pussy a jungle

They wanted this album to be offset, but I told them, "I'm comin' normal"

When you play this shit, wear a white tux', young nigga, like you in a formal, ha

It's hot, bitch, it's scorchin'

On the porch, New Yorkin'

She still tryna find young Jordan

I was twenty-four when I had lil' Onyx

(Then I had a daughter, I had a daughter too)

Twenty-seven when I had Yves

Now I can finally sleep

And it's the same

It's the same with these hoes

I let the moon

I let the moon save these hoes

He Ain't Got It lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. SahBabii)

(What's poppin'?)

What's poppin', slime?

(Slatt)

I'm having 30 pounds, where you at?

(I'm having 30, what's poppin'? I love this guap)

You got 30 pounds for me?

(30 what?)

You know it, believe it

(Yeah)

I'm 'bout to come pick them hoes up right now

(Yeah, where you at? Huh? Yeah)

They already wrapped up?

(Hahaha)

Yeah

Shit, alright, bet

I'ma have my nigga come bring the money right now

Say no more, gang

Cash, bad bitch, I run it (Bad bitch)

Supersonic (What? Ooh)

Yeah (Uh, what?)

Bad bitch, I run it (Bad bitch)

Fuck it all the time (Timin')

Fast, supersonic (Sonic)

Get it, uh, got it (Got it)

Get it, got it (Got it)

Fast, supersonic (Sonic)

Bite it, bite it (Bite it)

Eat it, uh, fight it (Fight it)

I'm leanin', I'm geekin' (Leanin')

Sleepin', uh, I'm sleepin'

Leave me, just leave me

She creepin', uh, she teethin', uh

Baby, my linen

My Benny, my Gucci

I got designer

Touch it, you lose it

He ain't got guap, don't do it (Yeah)

If he got guap, let's do him

I'm on the block, let's do 'em

I'm on the block, let's do 'em

I got the Glock 9 by the .45

Yeah, I'm gon' do 'em

You cannot cap with a goon, hmm

You don't wanna come in this room (What?)

Shawty ain't ready for a FlatBed nigga

Shawty ain't ready to fiend (Slatt, what?)

Cash, bad bitch, I run it (Bad bitch)

Supersonic (What? Ooh)

Yeah (Uh, What?)

Bad bitch, I run it (Bad bitch)

Fuck it all the time (Timin')

Fast, supersonic (Sonic)

Get it, uh, got it (Got it)

Get it, got it (Got it)

Fast, supersonic (Sonic)

Bite it, bite it (Bite it)

Eat it, uh, fight it (Fight it)

I'm leanin', I'm geekin' (Leanin')

Sleepin', I'm sleepin'

Leave me, just leave me

She creepin', she teethin'

Yeah, bitch, it's young Squid and Carti (Yeah)

My bitch is a squid, she gnarly (Yeah)

We got some thick Barbies (Yeah)

And we throwin' tea parties (Yeah)

Bitch tryna roll with me (Roll with me)

Bitch tryna smoke with me (Smoke with me)

She tryna come home with me (Come home with me)

Gotta get some dough for me (Dough for me)

Believe it, achieve it (Yeah)

Succeed it, complete it (Complete it)

She suck the dick and I skeet it

She want the wood like a beaver (Beaver)

I'm with a Queen Latifah (Latifah)

We countin' green, won't leave 'em (Yeah)

I smoke leaves, reefer (Yeah)

I get high like eagles (Eagles)

She suckin' my [?] ([?])

She tryna be way up (Yeah)

You fuckin' with apes (Apes)

Watch what you say, yeah (Yeah)

This is squid business

Bitch, I'm squidrific

Bitch, this big pimpin'

Big squimpin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Cash, bad bitch, I run it (Bad bitch)

Supersonic (What? Ooh), yeah (What?)

Bad bitch, I run it (Bad bitch)

Fuck it all the time (Timin')

Fast, supersonic (Sonic)

Get it, uh, got it (Got it)

Get it, got it (Got it)

Fast, supersonic (Sonic)

Bite it, bite it (Bite it)

Eat it, uh, fight it (Fight it)

I'm leanin', I'm geekin' (Leanin')

Sleepin', I'm sleepin'

Leave me, just leave me

She creepin', she teethin'

Heavy lyrics - Playboi Carti

My iPhone white, and my bitch too

It's 6-7-8, who the fuck is you?

I'm all about my team, I'm all about this green

Serve a couple fiends, then we clear the scene

Baby buy the lean, your lady off a bean

She laying beside the G, she trying to let me squeeze

True Religion jeans, my Vans say Supreme

Her head game mean, just don't touch her weave

Fugazi ass niggas think they own shit

I'm trying to tell these niggas, bitch we been did it

Finger fuck the cunt, 10 racks a month

Smoking on this blunt, I ain't stressing nothing

If a opp pull me over, I'm a rob him up

Or duct tape his mouth, shut that nigga up

They lying about the streets, ain't seen you on the block

Keep talking like you bout it, we gone have to mob

Leave you boys bloody, you gone need a mop

She gone ride this dick, cause she know what I'm about

I got a pint of lean, Xans by the ounce

I keep this shit live, they say I run the South

They want that old Carti, fuck that old Carti

Bitch I glo'd up, tell my mom that I'm sorry

Bitch I'm in the rari, my lingo retarded

She tweaking off a molly, man come get your shawty

Xannies, Xannies leaning heavy

I can't stay steady

Kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Holyfield lyrics - Playboi Carti

Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?

Cause he talking shit, took his bitch, with my fuckin wrist

Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up

[DJ Fade Out:]

(Bring that shit back nigga, 2 phones Carti nigga... Fuck wrong with y'all niggas... Squad nigga...)

Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious

The feds out here watchin, tryna get our profit

Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?

Cause he talking shit, took his bitch, with my fuckin wrist

Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up

Niggas say me, he ain't Carti, he ain't with the shits

Gotta brick in, got some more evicting, build a house with it

Got a bitch, then got another bitch that like to fuck and shit (glass breaks)

Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious

The feds out here watchin, tryna get our profit

Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?

Cause he talking shit, took his bitch, with my fuckin wrist

Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up

Niggas say me, he ain't Carti, he ain't with the shits

Gotta brick in, got some more evicting, build a house with it

Got a bitch, then got another bitch that like to fuck and shit

I don't tongue wrestle, with a nigga bitch I pop it off

Watch his body fall, pick him up, then we drop him off

Fuck em all, with my team, I ball, know they second aw

Fuck with me, I fuck with you, I put you on a plug or two

In the streets, they know bout me

I keep the lean I keep the heat

In the Audi, Fendi on my body, feelin' on ya shawty

Purple drank, blowin purple dank, nigga the fuck you think?

Shout out to my niggas Scoob, and shout out to my nigga Nae

Shout out to my nigga La Flare, and all these thirsty hoes out here

Flat bed, straight from hell, young nigga, can't you tell?

Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield

Enemies, who is them? Blow money... Blow money

Blow money, call me Holyfield

I throw money, call me Holyfield

I show money, call me Holyfield

I blow money, call me Holyfield

Flat bed, straight from hell, young nigga, can't you tell?

Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield

Enemies, who is them? Blow money... Holyfield

Holyfield... Holyfield... Holyfield

I blow money, call me Holyfield

I throw money, call me Holyfield

I Ain't Trippin lyrics - Playboi Carti

I ain't trippin

Cashin out I ain't Trippn

These niggas mad at me how a young nigga livin

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 dis shit

Cause real niggas don't tell

This liquor that I got

It don't even leave shelves, Ay

Keep a white bitch

Fat ass, long hair

Sucked the soul out me

Man, That whore left me pale

(Damn I mights as well)

Spend it all on dis bitch

I might as well...

I Feel Like I'm the reason why these niggas trynag et it

Pulled up in a foreign man

I told that hoe Get in

I told her I ain't trippn

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

I ain't trippin

Cashin out I ain't trippin

These niggas mad at me how a young nigga livin

Let me get em outcha wayyyy

Let me get em outcha wayyyy

Let me get em your face

If you got it like you say u got it

Let me come your way

Please don't bring nobody

Please don't bring nobody

Boi don't bring nobody

Please don't bring nobody

Please don't bring nobody

Boi don't bring nobody

I Promise You lyrics - Playboi Carti

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

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

Ooh, yeah (Ha)

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

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

Yeah, hold up (Uh)

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

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

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

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

Yeah, hol' up, uh

Talkin' 'bout, ooh

Ooh, uh, ooh

Hermes link, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All of these eaters gon' find it out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, hold up (Uh)

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

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

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

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

Yeah, hol' up, uh

Talkin' 'bout, ooh

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

Young nigga don't know me, bitch, yeah

I don't even owe you shit, yeah

I pull up, too much drip, yeah

I pull up, too many bitches, yeah

Iced-out Patek, bitch, yeah (Patek)

I ain't even pay for shit, yeah

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

Put a red dot on your head, yeah

Cut a bitch off, no legs

And the girl stay red on red, yeah

And the juice stay red on red, yeah

In the back room suckin', talkin' 'bout

Southside, nigga, we talkin' 'bout, yeah

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

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

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

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

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

Call up Young Nudy, East Paradise, yeah

We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah

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

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

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

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

Yeah, hold up (Uh)

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

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

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

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

Yeah, hol' up, uh (Uh)

Talkin' 'bout, ooh

In The Lobby lyrics - Playboi Carti & Sosamann

[Playboi Carti:]

Yeah, (check it out)

Yeah, (check it out)

What, yeah, (check it out)

Yeah, (check it out)

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Do-do-do-do

What, what, what, what, (count it up)

What, what, what, yeah

What, what, yeah

[Sosamann:]

I got five hoes chillin' in the lobby

I got bitches watchin' me like Hachi Tachi

I tote choppers, got a partner, hit your noggin

Met a bitch in LA but she work in Follies

[Playboi Carti:]

Shawty wanna fuck, she fuck the party

With my partner 'nem, we rollin' off the molly

I'm with shawty 'dem, we bout to fuck in Follies

All my partner 'nem, I keep them goons around me

All my partner 'nem, I keep them goons around me

Pull up on your block, I keep that glocky (all my partner 'nem)

Diamonds on me skatin', perfect timing (ice, ice)

Shawty wanna fuck me, she gon' top me

[Sosamann:]

I got five hoes chillin' in the lobby

I got bitches watchin' me like Hachi Tachi

I tote choppers, got a partner, hit your noggin

Met a bitch in LA but she work in Follies

[Playboi Carti:]

All these niggas wanna hit, this bitch a bonnie

I'll money, I'ma hit that bunny

Kill that nigga boy, like a bandit

Call my ex with a kick for the bonnet

For that bonnet, it get tired

I been rocking, Balmain rocking

Shawty top me, sloppy toppy

All these niggas, all these niggas, fightin' Rocky

[Sosamann:]

I got five hoes chillin' in the lobby

I got bitches watchin' me like Hachi Tachi

I tote choppers, got a partner, hit your noggin

Met a bitch in LA but she work in Follies

Interlude lyrics - Playboi Carti

Bitches see my dick, she gonna spin on that

I told you Splur Gang be my clique, I'm CEO of that

My life like a movie, cinematic

Niggas talking down, I set em up with that

I just want a bag

I just want a bad bitch I that bitch with cash

Fill that bitch with cash, yeah

I just want a bag, fill that bitch with gas

I just want a bag, not no shopping bag

Meet me in the back, Got it in my bag

I just want a bag, Fill that bitch with cash

Meet me in the back, Got it in my bag

I just want a bag, not no shopping bag

Bitch meet me in the back (Carti!)

I just want a bag, I fill that bitch with cash

I fill that bitch with gas

I fill that bitch with cash

I just want a bag (Plugs)

Not no shopping bag (Hell Nah)

Bitch meet me in the back

I Got it in my bag

Carti, damn

Kid Cudi (Remix) lyrics - Xavier Wulf, Playboi Carti & Young Nudy

[Xavier Wulf:]

Okay I pull up high as fuck, right up front to where the venue was

Every time I look at her she feel like I'm the only one

Only thing I care about is living life the best I could

Only wanna smoke and stay productive 'til the day is done

Pull up to my day ones, kickin' shit like Deawon

Then I played her favorite song, she think we can get along

I ain't got no beef with bongs

But I rather roll the strong

She ain't tryna prolong, she get to the provolone

Pull up to my block quick, pop out then I dip

At first I told her no but now I think I'll have a sip

Ever since I got my money right I'm smilin' like the Grinch

And I don't give a fuck about no sucka nigga shit

I'ma pull up screamin', I don't give no fuck and that is it

I show up, do a 540, shake and bake and rip

Chicken bone nowison shorty in my whip

It's hollow squad the coffin fleet I bet they won't forget, you bitch

[Playboi Carti:]

They tryna be cray (Mm, yeah)

They tryna be cray (Mm, yeah)

She wanna meet Carti (Carti)

That bitch is a Barbie (Yeah)

I'ma fuck these hoes (Ooh)

I'm on 730

Got a brand new pack like Kid Cudi (Brand new)

I smoke dope like Kid Cudi

Push up and get the slugs from me (Slime slime)

I'm with all the shits (Slime slime)

We pull up with shit (Yeah)

We pull up with, uh (Yeah)

We pull up with sticks, hol'up

We pull out the van, hol'up

We pull out the shit, ayy

I pull out the.9, hol'up

I pull out and blitz, hol'up

I pull out the fire, hol'up

I pull out with' six

I'm smokin' out the pound

The bitch can suck my dick, yeah

The bitch gonna ride the dick, yeah

The bitch get thrown in the pit

[Young Nudy:]

Runnin' from the cops (Cops)

Gotta keep my Glock (Gotta keep my Glock)

When I see them cops (Cops)

You know I have my Glock (Know I have my Glock)

Middle finger, fuck 12 (Yeah), always on my block (Always on my block)

Middle finger to the opp, we gon' pop at opps (We gon pop at opps)

Pop a body, drop him (Drop him)

Cop a body, deuces (Deuces)

They be talkin' 'bout it (Huh?)

But don't know who be doin' it (Don't know who be doin' it)

These niggas be talkin' (Talkin'), they lemon squeeze (Lemon squeeze)

XD (XD), ooh, lemon squeeze (Brr, brr, brr), yeah

Living Reckless lyrics - Playboi Carti

JC

JC

I'm just, I'm just (makin')

Dead hoes, now wait

Hustle and aesthetic based

When the golden boys hit the corner

Scavengers surround the place

See what I'm sayin'? Rich they did that shit for satans sake

Thinking he can help, seen my niggas sent to heavens gates

Never heard of AK

Never had the time to play until the neighbors leave

Trans fool bitch it's time to skate

Tram to the devil it's the only time life makes sense

Fuck with the zombie you'll get redder than a white bitch

It's like my brothers the residence

Life can be so pleasant when you living that shit reckless

Living that shit reckless

Corduroys on a golden boy

Supreme team with gold blings

Signatures on they wings

Parachute bags, brass knuckles and knick knacks

Pockets full of cheddar and empty dime bags

Rollin up the hash with the fellas

Higher than ever

I dead 'em all where's the shovel?

Zombie gang to the other

That's my brother JC

Just rage from another

That's my nigga though we bringing bitches to the condo

I think they kinda shy though

It's still all good though

They say they from Toronto

I would have thought Chicago

They say they tryna smoke some

I say, "Bitch shake that ass though"

Lean got me fucked up

Can you please try to drink it slow?

Hold up, you grab my pants try to see what your working with

You do too much

I'm just trying to fuck so whatchu sayin'?

Don't be playin'

I don't like to be upset too much

On my mind you tryna chill or what? (What)

Lost lyrics - Playboi Carti

I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost

I wrap them up, I ship them off, I'm like a boss

Can't you see the cloud that I'm on

Got a bad ass bitch from New York

Smoke kush I can't fuck with Newports

In a foreign coupe, killing niggas no insurance

I'm the realest I can show you how to do this

Smoking, drinking penicillin deadest nigga living

Bitch you know I'm in it

Mercedes Benz got lady friends

They adore a nigga

They some whores nigga

I let my boys in them

Feeling like that nigga

I feel like that nigga

Nigga tried to jack my swag I'm feeling this nigga

But bitches know you ain't young Carti I'm telling you nigga

Damn

I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost

I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost

I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost

Bad ass bitch from New York

I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost

I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost

Can't you see the cloud that I'm on

I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost

I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost

Hundred thousand bitches boy you know we get it

You stalking all these hoes, we pay no attention

I'm counting C-notes

Can't smoke no rello's because I'm different

I'm working my wrists

Filet mignon with your bitch

I'll pipe her down with the dick

She calm me down with the head when I'm sitting at work

My phone chirping like a bitch

I spilled lean on my shirt

I'm out here grinding shawty while your niggas pockets are hurt

Before my hoe says Carti she better say sir

It's money to be made

Can't a nigga face

All she do is face

Yellow diamonds keep a hoe thirsty like lemonade

It's money to be made

Getting top up in the coupe

She loose

My sprite mixed up with goop

I'm loose

You fucked that bitch? Me too

Luh Da Feelin lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Slug Christ)

[Playboi Carti:]

It's been a minute since I been up in this bitch

Looking like a fucking walking [?]

All this jewelry on me got me sick

She done fell in love with my wrist

I done fell in love with the pack

Ferragamo waist and a strap

Dread head nigga don't need no hat

Like a pussy nigga off the map

They like Carti be that nigga I should try to fuck with him

Get a song with him

You a fuck nigga

I can't fuck with ya

I'm a fuck nigga

I might try a nigga

I might mug a nigga

Boy that extendo work will kill ya

I been 'round some real thug niggas

Slugga slugga yeah that's my brotha'

All you pussy niggas man they undercover

I had to kill em with the sticks I had to kill em

Blowing down a pound boy it's no reggie miller

Bring your bitch around nigga I might just steal ha

Hoe I got them bands I cannot kiss ya

All my diamonds dancing on me nigga

Got them stripper bitches dancing on me nigga

Watch me stuff these racks all up in my denim

Nigga nigga nigga (uh)

I can't trust a bitch hoe just wait a minute

Pull up in foreign I took off the ceiling

She just wanna fuck cause I'm worth a million

I just wanna fuck cause I luh da feelin'

Cause I luh da feelin'

Cause I'm worth a million

She just wanna fuck cause I'm worth a million

I just wanna fuck cause I luh da feelin'

Cause I'm worth a million and I luh da feelin'

[Slug Christ:]

I got [?] Pocahontas

Off the hot I got a lot guala

Hol' up Hol' up while I lift the llama

Better watch the way I lift the llama

I be posted like a killer

I'm as green with vanilla

Give a fuck how you feelin

Double cup is all I'm feelin

Bought a new gucci wearin' gucci

With a bitch like a whip da whoopdy whoopdy loopy

You don't fuck with me then you don't know me

And all these bitches even fuckin' on me

[Playboi Carti:]

I can't trust a bitch hoe just wait a minute

Pull up in foreign I took off the ceiling

I can't trust a bitch hoe just wait a minute

Pull up in foreign I took off the ceiling

She just wanna fuck cause I'm worth a million

I just wanna fuck cause I luh da feelin'

Cause I luh da feelin'

Cause I'm worth a million

She just wanna fuck cause I'm worth a million

I just wanna fuck cause I luh da feelin'

Cause I'm worth a million and I luh da feelin'

Make Some Blow lyrics - Playboi Carti

Man let's talk some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Uh, uh

Man let's talk some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Uh, uh

Man let's talk some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, yuh

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Blow some money

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Man let's talk some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Man let's talk some money

Man let's talk some money

Money do somethin', I was really hungry

I ain't had none, had to shake some

I ain't had none, nigga we was bumrushed

In the back in the flat countin' new hunnids

My partner just died, rest in peace to him

Two Glocks on my side, Larry Vickers

Two Glocks on my side, nigga who is him?

Bitch I came from nothin', had to prove somethin'

She say she feelin' me, but I ain't in nothin'

30 bands Young Carti, we ain't hear none

I'm fuckin' on these bitches, boy I ain't hear none

I'm fuckin' on these bitches, boy like Nina

I pump fade, aye pass it to my nigga he ain't on

Man let's talk some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Man let's talk some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Blow some money

Uh, uh

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Man let's blow some money

Bitch let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Man let's talk some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Uh

Plug!

Minnesota (Remix) lyrics - Playboi Carti (with Lil Yachty)

[Lil Yachty:]

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota

Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota

Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota

Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota

Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

[Playboi Carti:]

Cause it get cold like Minnesota

Pourin' in my soda

Park my lil sis on the corner

Cause she gettin' a little older

I was hustlin' down the [?]

And I fuck with robbers

Shady pop to the flat

Chi town bloods never foldin'

I remember in the night

Around summertime

Hittin' 86 on 25

Cause I know the world is mine

I was posted with my [?]

Trapping packs or the lines

Got some new dope in my trap

Watch that boy hit your spine

I just fucked that nigga bitch

[?] couple [?] in my roof so she know I'm with the shits

I'm a fuck her in the whip

Fuck her in the whip

Cause she waitin' in the whip

[Lil Yachty:]

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota

Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota

Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota

Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota

Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

Miss The Rage lyrics - Trippie Redd & Playboi Carti

I love Trippie Redd

Haha

I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my, whoa)

I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my God, guap), yeah

They like Stevie (Stevie), they can't see me (See me)

They wanna be me (They wanna be me), I'm in that 'Ghini (In the Lamb' truck)

Whip looks like zucchini, water, Fiji (Yeah)

And they need me (Yeah), she wanna please me (Yeah)

'Cause she needy (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya (Mya, yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya

GTA, we shoot out helicopters (Brrt), monsters (Brrt)

We pull up with sticks and hella choppers (Bah), 'oppas (Bah)

We don't fuck with n*****, they the cops (Cops, bitch)

I put my heart and soul into the Glock (In the Glock)

Bitch, it's us, never them, you ain't that, bitch, I'm him

You get zapped if it's static (Static), keep that MAC, it go, "Pew"

Smokin' gas, smell the fumes, I'm in that 'Vette, it go, "Vroom"

I'm a vet, lil' dude, you a pet, do what I say, not what I do

Tell 'em, sit, bitch, come here

I just seen some n***** down the block that ain't from here

Know I got a lot, but I need some damn more, yeah

If I catch the opps, then I'm uppin' the damn score, yeah

Yeah, brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah

I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my, whoa)

I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my God, guap), yeah

They like Stevie (Stevie), they can't see me (See me)

They wanna be me (They wanna be me), I'm in that 'Ghini (In the Lamb' truck)

Whip looks like zucchini, water, Fiji (Yeah)

And they need me (Yeah), she wanna please me (Yeah)

'Cause she needy (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya (Mya, yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

She like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

She like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

She like Mya

She like Carti (Yeah), man, I need it (Yeah, yeah)

She taste like water (Taste like water), ho, I need it (Taste like water)

Come get your daughter (Come get your daughter), she too greasy (Bitch)

She so meaty (She so meaty), I'm not vegan (I'm not vegan, vegan)

I'm gon' eat it (What? Yeah), I bet you I beat it (I bet you I'll beat it)

I put her on the bust (Put on the bust), I have to see it (I have to see it, bust)

I put her on the bus (Put her on the bus), I'ma leave that ho bleedin' (Yeah, bus)

I'ma leave that ho geekin' (Blatt, bleedin'), have her gone by the weekend (Blatt, yeah)

Got too much water (Blatt, blatt), shit got me leakin' (Blatt, what?)

Shit got me leakin' (Blatt, blatt)

I'm on the deep end (Blatt, what? Yeah, blatt, what?)

I'm on the deep end (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha

Brrah (Haha), brrah, brrah, brrah (Yeah)

Hahahahaha, ah (Yeah, King Vamp)

I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my, whoa)

I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my God, guap), yeah

They like Stevie (Stevie), they can't see me (See me)

They wanna be me (They wanna be me), I'm in that 'Ghini (In the Lamb' truck)

Whip looks like zucchini, water, Fiji (Yeah)

And they need me (Yeah), she wanna please me (Yeah)

'Cause she needy (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya (Mya, yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya

Money (YSL Cheetah) lyrics - Playboi Carti

Fuck my cheetah

(Wake up, F1LTHY)

(Star boy, you're my hero)

I just fucked on this lil' bitch, she from IG, yeah

I just walked outside, YSL cheetah

I got all these diamonds on me, yeah, I'm G, yeah

Yeah, I walk out with the racks, you know I'm G, yeah

Uh, shawty know I'm D'd up

I just kicked that bitch out, oh yeah, I'm fed up (Yeah)

I just got like all this fucking cheddar, uh-uh

I could make it rain, change the weather, uh-uh

I got all these hoes, yeah, come get some, uh-uh

I got all these hoes, yeah, come get some, yeah

Diamonds on my wrist, yeah

Yeah, money on my dresser, oh-oh, yeah

We got all these guns, yeah, oh yeah

Geeked up like a professor, uh-uh

I put money on my enemies, yeah

I put money on my enemies, yeah

I put money on my enemies, yeah

I put money on my enemies, yeah

I put money on my enemies, yeah

I put money on my enemies, yeah

I put money on my enemies, yeah

I put money on my enemies, yeah

Money Counter lyrics - Playboi Carti

Robin jeans with the wings

She pop a bean and fuck my team!

Ridin' with a triple beam, I put that shit on everything!

Lookin' like I robbed a bank

Triple C's made her faint!

Servin' fiend's, switchin' lanes!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Triple C's made her faint

Servin' fiend's, switchin' lanes!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Uh, on my jewelry man, I spent that on my jewelry man

On my jewelry man, I can't tuck no jewelry man

Really bout them bands, I'm like "fuck the jury man!"

Nigga ain't playin', boolin' with my tooley man

With my tooley man, trappin' with my fully mag

With my fully mane, blowin' on that stupid stank

It was just the other day, damn I couldn't make a play

All a nigga had was faith, now I'm countin everyday

(Everyday yaaaaaa, cash carti)

Robin jeans with the wings

She pop a bean and fuck my team!

Ridin' with a triple beam, I put that shit on everything!

Lookin' like I robbed a bank

Triple C's made her faint!

Servin' fiend's, switchin' lanes!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Triple C's made her faint

Servin' fiend's, switchin' lanes!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Never Seen Shit lyrics - Playboi Carti

(Wake up, F1LTHY)

Yeah

Everything I do, I swear it's legit

Half of these niggas ain't never been rich

Half of these bitches ain't never seen shit

Half of these bitches ain't never seen shit

I switch out the Rolls, and I hop out that bitch

I need new codeine, I swear on that bitch

And I need more for this jet, lil' bitch

And I need more for this jet, lil' bitch

Diamonds on everything, yeah-yeah

Yeah, I had to buy up the VVS set

VVS diamonds all 'Guette, yeah

VVS diamonds, I bought me a jet, yeah

Yeah, it's a plane on my neck, yeah

Yeah, I could get you hit, yeah

Yeah, get you hit like you rat (Yeah)

Yeah, get you hit off your back

Uh, yeah, get hit in your neck

Uh, yeah, get you killed off a bet

Yeah, I'm on top of this shit

Yeah, I'm not letting off yet

Yeah, these niggas not shit

Yeah, they some pump-faking bitches

Yeah, yeah, I'm just stacking these riches

Uh, yeah, I go ball in this bitch

Uh, ayy, I gotta get rich

Uh, yeah, I bought me a Richard

Yeah, I'm feelin' real rich

Uh, yeah, I'm feelin' real rich

Half of these niggas ain't never been rich

Half of these bitches ain't never seen shit

Switch out the Rolls, and I hop out that bitch

Switch out the Rolls, and I hop out that bitch

Yeah, I could go buy me a jet

Yeah, I could go buy out the key

Yeah, I'm rockin' VVS, baby

Yeah, I'm rockin' VVS set

Yeah

Half of these niggas ain't never seen shit

Half of these bitches ain't never seen shit

Half of these niggas ain't never been rich

Half of these bitches ain't never been rich

Switch out the Rolls, and I hop out that bitch

Yeah, this is a plane on my neck

Huh, I could go buy out the set

Yeah, I'm rockin' VVS set

Yeah, I could go fuck on a jet

Yeah, I'm 'bout to fuck on a jet

Yeah, I got some bitches in here

Yeah, bitch I'ma fuck on a jet, yeah

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Ayy yo, go two

No Pressure lyrics - Rich The Kid (feat. Playboi Carti)

[Playboi Carti:]

Money on my dresser

Glock with compressor

I don't want no pressure

These niggas too extra

I come with the extra

I won't talk, won't text ya

Fuck yo bitch, won't text

I want top, no sex

Ridin' on top, no flex

Blue hunnids, I catch up

Blue hunnids, who racked up?

I'm running them racks up

You finally catch up

I'm tatted don't give no fuck

I'm picking out karats, ya

Them prices we tear it up

With gang and I air it out

With slime and I bang it up

We banging, no weighing up

It's red and we pour it up

My diamonds they glowing up

She waiting, she wanna fuck

Be patient, I'm counting up

Be patient, I'm whipping up

I touch- aye

I touch thots you can't touch

I touch guap you can't touch

I touch thots you can't touch

I touch- what

I touch guap you can't touch

Syrup in town, I just touched

Still po' drop-

Still po' drop, off that drop, off that mud

Still po' drop, still po' drop, what, ya

Still po' drop, in that drop, off the mud

Mounted up aye, and that 40 tucked

Money on my dresser

Glock with compressor

I don't want no pressure

These niggas too extra

I come with the extra

I won't talk, won't text ya

Fuck yo bitch, won't text

I want top, no sex

Ridin' on top, no flex

Blue hunnids, I catch up

Blue hunnids, who racked up?

I'm running them racks up

You finally catch up

I'm tatted don't give no fuck

I'm picking out karats, ya

Them prices we tear it up

[Rich The Kid:]

Riding on top I flex

I get the money mo' checks

Cash Carti crash the Rarri

Bitch she fucking on the molly

She give me top in that coupe

Riding round with the extra

50k on the necklace

I cum on that trick with no text

Bought some more chains, I'm flexin'

Don't fuck with you niggas, I'm counting my blessings

The sniper it come with compress

Walk in the mall and flex like a ref

Got out of jail bought a rolex

You niggas still flexin' like Bowflex

I hit the ho' with a switch-a-roo

She jump on the dick like a kangaroo

[Playboi Carti:]

Money on my dresser

Glock with compressor

I don't want no pressure

These niggas too extra

I come with the extra

I won't talk, won't text ya

Fuck yo bitch, won't text

I want top, no sex

Ridin' on top, no flex

Blue hunnids, I catch up

Blue hunnids, who racked up?

I'm running them racks up

You finally catch up

I'm tatted don't give no fuck

I'm picking out karats, ya

Them prices we tear it up

Not Comin lyrics - Playboi Carti

I get the cash and I run it

I get the cash and I run it, yeah

I get the cash and I run it, yeah

I get the cash and I run it, yeah

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah, yeah

Cash Carti, moneybags, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, I get the cash and I run it, yeah

I get the cash and I run it

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah

I get the cash and I run it

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah

I get the cash and I run it (I get the cash and I run it)

I get the cash and I run it (I get the cash and I run it)

She gon' fuck me for my money (She gon' fuck me for my money)

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah (She gon' fuck me for my money)

I get the cash and I run it (She gon' fuck me for my money)

I get the cash and I run it (What?)

She gon' fuck me money, yeah

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah

I'ma fuck her 'cause I wanna, yeah

We can hit the trap and get blunted, yeah (What?)

We can hit the trap and get blunted, yeah

We can hit the trap and get blunted

What? Yeah, uh (Wait)

Bitches not fuckin', not comin', yeah

Blowin' a bag like it's nothin', yeah (Wait)

Tossin' them racks like it's nothin' (Yeah)

I get the cash and I run it (I get the cash and I run it)

I get the cash and I run it (I get the cash and I run it)

She gon' fuck me for my money (She gon' fuck me for my money)

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah (She gon' fuck me for my money)

I get the cash and I run it (She gon' fuck me for my money)

I get the cash and I run it (What?)

She gon' fuck me money, yeah

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah

I'ma fuck her 'cause I wanna, yeah

We can hit the trap and get blunted, yeah (What?)

We can hit the trap and get blunted, yeah

We can hit the trap and get blunted

What? Yeah, uh (Wait)

Bitches not fuckin', not comin', yeah

Blowin' a bag like it's nothin', yeah (Wait)

Tossin' them racks like it's nothin', yeah (Wait)

Not Real lyrics - Playboi Carti (AKA "Molly")

(Blatt)

Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah

Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)

Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah

I just called up Avianne, yeah

I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)

All my planes are private (Tssh)

Perkies on the private

We don't fuck with molly

We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)

I just fucked the pint up

I'm finna set up in your field

Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real

I'ma spend my money on guns and pills

In Atlanta with a bitch, yeah, the bitch so bad

I'm on that lean, lil' bitch

Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch (Tssh)

I'm from the Flat, lil' niggas (Yeah)

We started trappin', nigga (Tssh)

We started rappin', nigga

These all black diamonds, nigga

Hang out with robbers, nigga

What you know about robbin' niggas?

What you know about TECs? (Tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh)

What you know about mobbin', nigga? (Slatt, tssh-tssh)

Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah

Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)

Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah

I just called up Avianne, yeah

I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)

All my planes are private (Tssh)

Perkies on the private

We don't fuck with molly

We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)

I just fucked the pint up

I'm finna set up in your field

Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real

I'ma spend my money on guns and pills

In Atlanta with a bitch, yeah, the bitch so bad

I'm on that lean, lil' bitch

Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch (Tssh)

Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah

Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)

Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah

I just called up Avianne, yeah

I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)

All my planes are private (Tssh)

Perkies on the private

We don't fuck with molly

We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)

I just fucked the pint up

I'm finna set up in your field

Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real

I'ma spend my money on guns and pills

In Atlanta with a bitch, yeah, the bitch so bad

I'm on that lean, lil' bitch

Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch (Tssh)

Ohh lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. JuiceSavage SSR)

[Playboi Carti:]

I'm blowing the check up like ohh

I'm fucking this bitch she be like ohh

She blowing my phone like ohh

I'm curving that bitch I'm like ohh

I'm serving these niggas like ohh

It's Maison Margiela like ohh

I flex on these niggas like ohh

My niggas on gun, they gon' shoot

My niggas won't tell like ohh

Walk into the bank I'm like ohh

Sippin' on drank I'm like ohh

Maison Margiela like ohh

I'm getting top on my coop

A nigga so set like ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

I walk into the bank like ohh

I'm sipping my drank like ohh

Maison Margiela like ohh

I'm getting top on my coop

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

I'm blowing the check up like ohh

I'm fucking this bitch she be like ohh

She blowing my phone like ohh

I'm curving that bitch I'm like ohh

I'm serving these niggas like ohh

It's Maison Margiela like ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh yeah uh, ooh, ooh, ooh, damn, damn, damn

[JuiceDaSavage:]

When we step up in the party, bitches be like ohh

Niggas looking at us, they know we the fucking crew

We the gang, blood gang, you know how we move

I'm a shoot up out myself with that fucking tool

Hanging on the block, jugging rocks, it's what I used to do

Fiends hit the dope, they like ohh

I've been trappin' and finessin' since I stepped in the booth

I'm a young savage nigga I stay strapped when I move, ohh

Shoot a nigga if he move, ohh

[Playboi Carti:]

I'm blowing the check up like ohh

I'm fucking this bitch she be like ohh

She blowing my phone like ohh

I'm curving that bitch I'm like ohh

I'm serving these niggas like ohh

It's Maison Margiela like ohh

I flex on these niggas like ohh

My niggas on gun, they gon' shoot

My niggas won't tell like ohh

Walk into the bank I'm like ohh

Sippin' on drank I'm like ohh

Maison Margiela like ohh

I'm getting top on my coop

A nigga so set like ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh

Outchea lyrics - Playboi Carti

Where the bad hoes from Tokyo?

With they bape on and they hair short

But my money long I don't say shit

I just pull up and they escort

Fuck a passport roll that Kush blunt

Get you higher than before

See the whole world with your eyes low

And your mouth closed you speechless (yeah)

She bend it back with no attitude

If this your girl then she creeping (damn)

Burn one and she gone (gone)

Burn two and I'm thrown (thrown)

Test drive that new whip (skrt)

Pull up too high in this bitch (bitch)

These white hoes love this pimp (this pimp)

They pops say stay from that nigga

Aye I'm sipping on this tea, getting lit (gettin' lit)

Chiefing on this tree (this tree), getting hit (gettin' hit)

Fuck all the cash I spend (all the cash)

I'm plotting on niggas tryna plot on my riches (ay)

I'm ducking from the bitches while I'm chasing these millions (ay)

Teenage dreams nigga hold on my feelings (Carti)

Fast life bitch, Nascar chilling

Catch me with my clique with a forty and a knit

With a Cannon on record cause I'm doing this shit

Aye doing this shit, outchea straight doing this shit

Catch me with my clique with a forty and a knit

With a Cannon on record cause I'm doing this shit

Aye doing this shit, outchea straight doing this shit

678 (ay)

Shrimp on my plate

But the bread on the way, freshly baked (ay)

I've been waiting all day (ay)

Now the clouds all grey

From blowing this haze (ay)

Niggas gon' hate

That's cool with me

I'm a flossy nigga

Cause talk is cheap and you a salty nigga

I can smell you B

It's Cartier

You can't fuck with me

Check my wrist bruh

Like what time it be

Paper lyrics - Playboi Carti

Dexter

I'm still counting, aye, aye, aye

Nigga I'm still counting, nigga mad at me

Ya I'm still counting

Had to drop that bitch at home oh

She ain't bout it, had to

I had the Porsche all cloudy

Aye counting blue hundreds in the lobby

She a bad bitch, a real sloppy bitch

Threw the chains on for doing it, the shades on

Dirty mix my Styrofoam, this my Styrofoam

She gone give me back fasho and this is not my hoe

Damn lil bro come get your hoe, bitch come get your hoe

Damn lil bro come get your hoe, bitch come get your hoe

Dirty mix my Styrofoam, this my Styrofoam

She gone give me back fasho and this is not my hoe

Damn lil bro come get your hoe, bitch come get your hoe

Damn lil bro come get your hoe, bitch come get your hoe

Damn lil bro come get your hoe, bitch come get your hoe

Damn lil bro come get your hoe, come get your hoe man

Off the Porsche the Audi

Finesse you out your pockets bitch we bout it aye

Aye only rock designer, smoke exotic aye

Aye excuse me while I smoke this blunt in private yeah

Bad bitch gave me head in private

She ain't from Atlanta she exotic

Moving packs in straight exotic

Okay my shooters waiting on me in the lobby

Okay countin blue hundreds in the lobby

Paper, paper, paper out the fucking

Aye old hundreds

Bitch I been had that paper, paper out the fuckin

Fuck a nigga ya I'm so smashed

I just killed the rap game with my rap game

Look at my wrist game, bitch look how my dick swing

Aye Playboi Carti bitch we goin in

Okay Playboi Carti tell that hoe to google me

Okay my cup stay dirty, boy this shit put you to sleep

Might just pull in creet

All my niggas 10 deep, All my niggas 10 deep

Shout out who 10 deep

Playboi Fresh Freestyle lyrics - Playboi Carti

For matter for matter

I sign with it though okay

Pills be what you want

I got what you don't

Ferragamo, Monte Carlo

Make her swallow

I'm dripping sauce they follow

[Talking:]

Cash Carti bruh

2990 In this motherfucker

Do this shit daily bruh

Ay aye ya ya

Ya ya ya ya ya ya

Aye carti ya ya

Ya ya aye

For matter for matter (uh)

I sign with it though

Pills be what you want

I got what you don't

Ferragamo, Monte Carlo

Make her swallow

I'm dripping sauce they follow

Forgiato, shout out carlo

You can come back tomorrow

Traphouse jumpin'

If I fight my whole crew jumpin'

Got a couple pies in the oven

Tongue on the xan now she fuckin'

Like it's nothin' girl its nothin'

Niggas talkin' fashion boy I'm bout that action

And I'm just getting started

Pussy boy what's happenin

Niggas talkin' fashion boy I'm bout that action

Designer my wealth and my taste

I'm seeing the hate in his face

Fuck a nigga I get pussy

I told her to pick up her face

She giving me faith you all in her face

She giving me faith you all in her face

I can't even lie

I can't even decide

Which one of you hoes gone ride

My car two seats inside

We gone smoke while we ride

We gone smoke while we ride

Carti you know my name

Nigga like fuck the fame

Tryna get my wrist game

Tryna get my wrist game

Hell ion' shame

Southside nigga from lafla

All my niggas steal clout

Ridin' with the pistol in my lap

Man this shit too easy bruh

I'm a pass this shit to my nigga bruh

I'm smoking gas everyday

Shoutout to my nigga fresh

Popular lyrics - Playboi Carti

(Wake up, F1LTHY)

I've been popping shit up, uh-huh, I'm popular

My bitch is bad as fuck, she like to shop a lot

Two gunners, I don't see them behind all these bitches

Bad bitches come every day, when I want, yeah

Been outside, baby, I ain't even got no covers

Young nigga outside, yeah, I do what the fuck I want to

Birkin bag just for me, got a Glocky

Baddest bitch, when she see me, she gotta ride with me

She think she down, I just topped her back in

She think she down, everything I do cool

New crib, brand new, new house, brand new

Everything, yeah, it's brand new

Eliantte Vs like a swimming pool

Yeah, she swimming my way

Back in the day, they ain't used to—

Shawty don't fuck with me

Nigga, I paid, uh-uh, not tryna fuck no more

Real young nigga from the trenches on her house radar

Get this money, then I put it in her car somewhere

Workin'

Workin' hard

Two shooters in this bitch, uh, uh

I could boof up yo' muh'fuckin' car

We get it poppin', nigga, I'm so popular

We get it poppin', nigga, I'm so popular (Yeah)

We get it poppin', nigga, I'm so popular

We get it poppin', nigga, I'm so popular

Took the roof off yo' car

She don't fuck with us punk stars

I got bad bitches, yeah, all in my roster

Shawty know she the baddest broad, uh

Fast cars, and some fast bitches

Richest nigga, but I'm from the real trenches (Okay)

My bitch, she bad, she know she can get it (Yeah)

I'm wakin' up with them big tickets

My diamonds big, nigga, you ain't seen these niggas

I'm so hi—high, I can touch the sky, bitch

I been fuckin' all the bitches, yeah

I'm the man now, uh-uh (Uh, uh, uh)

I need me a ride-or-die bitch

My bitch, she ridin' round with the squad, bitch

Police pulled her over, but she gotta hold the 9, bitch

Yeah, yeah

Pump Fake lyrics - Playboi Carti

I know you heard all about me

See me on TV, Instagram, bitch I'm poppin'

Cash Carti, Cash Carti, my lane, no stoppin'

Niggas sneak diss and they tryna plot me

Fuck em, fuck em, find they hoes and fuck em

Fuck em, fuck em, find they hoes and fuck

Fuck 'em then dump 'em then dump 'em

I don't give no fucks yeah

Feel like Donald Trump now

I don't give a fuck yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake

Fuck that bitch, I pass her to my broady yeah

Pump fake

Fuck her then I pass her to my broady yeah

Pump fake

I don't need no bitch, I got another one

Pump fake

I don't give a fuck I got another one

Uh-uh-uh-uh

With my niggas off the Xans

We up at Follies throwin' bands

And all my niggas bout they actions yeah

Fuckin what you talkin' bout?

That twin 100 niggas bop

Green flax in a fuckin' pouch

Niggas know what we fuckin' bout

Ya-ya-ya-ya, all these niggas wanna bite my swag

Ya-ya-ya-ya, your bitch, she bought the shit

Ya-ya-ya-ya, she don't talk, she like ya-ya pimp

Young Carti that fuckin' pimp

Bitch I walk with a fuckin' limp

Rest in peace Pimp C my nigga

Rest in peace Pimp C my nigga

Young Cash Carti is that young nigga, is that young nigga

Shakes and shoppin' sprees nigga

Up in fuckin' London nigga

Up in fuckin' Paris nigga

2 cups I ain't sharin' nigga

Oh, I need a bag

I need a bitch with an ass

No attitude, just smash out

Young Carti that nigga

Steal my swag, steal my swag

Swag surfin' on the track

Hold up, let me get that band, ohh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Hold up, bitches on my dick

For what, for what?

Niggas wanna see me dead

Nig for what?

I got clout, I got clout

Hoes tryna give me mouth

Boy I pull them triggers out

We don't really run our mouth

I'm from Zone 3, Zone 3

13, skate town, with the bling

You know how I'm comin' bitch

Oh-ah

Know how I'm comin' bitch

Pull them dirty sticks

And we movin' dirty sticks

With the shit

Cash Carti got a bag

Got a Louis bag but I put some Gucci in that bag

Nigga fuck what you talkin' bout

All that shit you got

Young Carti been copped a big hat, nigga I'm hot

Nigga I'm hot

Young, hot, but I'm cool yeah

Bad bitch, she a fool yeah

Cash Carti, I cool y'all

But all my niggas, they booyah

Niggas yellin' like booyah

Hop in the bank like booyah

Hop in the ships like booyah

Hop in sets like booyah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Red Lean lyrics - Playboi Carti

All up in my jeans, all up in my jeans

All up in my jeans, crease all in my jeans

Hundred bands my jeans, Alexander McQueen

Yeah, they hating on me, red lean

I got lot of lean, red beam

'Cause I got the check, 'cause I got the Tech

Yeah, I run this shit, Goyard hold the dick

My car fast as shit, your broad on my dick

I don't want that bitch, I want top, no sex

I pull up on shit, diamonds wet like piss

Got these niggas sick, leave the check up quick

Ricky on me too, yeah, Raffy on me too

Damn, I flex on you, I just tell the truth

Half a mil, no deal, might pop one more pill

I was born to kill, that's why shit so real

Shooting like a sport, watch me clear the court

Won't show up to court, might just pour up more

Might count up some more then I go on tour

Money on the floor, I need bands like Floyd

Smoke that money, let's blow it

Smoke that money, let's blow it

Ridin lyrics - Playboi Carti

(What?)

(What? What?)

Yeah, and I put this on Onyx, I'm gon' ride for one (Yeah, ride, ride)

Homicide, homicide, homicide (Yeah)

I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? what?)

I'm ridin' with the windows down, yeah (Yeah, uh, yeah, what)

Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, yeah)

Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)

Lord, can you spare me? Yeah

Lord, can you spare me?

Uh, tattoos on my motherfucking body

Uh, I can't fuck with no-fucking-body

Uh, popped the trunk, you know I grab the shotty

Uh, uh, you know I got it, uh

Diamonds all in my cuffs

Too many racks, they make me look buff, yeah

I'm in the trap, she playin' my stuff, yeah

Can't talk to the bitch, she like to get rough, yeah

I walk with the wolves

Yeah, we got them tools, I'm making a move

Put the bag on your head, hold up, boy you gon' lose, ooh

On the flip side, we ain't really had shit

Went our game up, and now we finally rich

Got a whole lotta shit, we was tossing them bricks, uh, yeah

I was busting those 'scrips, yeah, yeah

50k on the bitch

Yeah, let's go

I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, ho', took my shirt off)

I'm ridin' with the windows down, yeah (Yeah, let's go, yeah)

(What, jump out, yeah)

Lord, can you please give me a break? (Give me a break, yeah)

Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)

Lord, can you spare me? Yeah

Lord, can you spare me?

Niggas talking 'bout pressure

50k on my dresser, give that shit to a young boy

Do this shit on the regular

Nigga, give a fuck 'bout nothing

Fuck acting tough, bitch we really rough

Got a whole lotta guns, yeah, yeah

Steal you out your funds

Made it out the mud, yeah, now we having fun

Whole motherfucking bitches in here, we ain't hating no one, ah

Whole lotta bitches in here, they gon' fuck on something, okay

All this money on me, you know I gotta pay for events, okay

All this money I'm piling, I got a paper cut, yeah

Ooh, I'm really up, I'm really up, yeah

I'm so up, up, up, bitch I think I'm really stuck, yeah

You can't fuck us, yeah, we really cut shit, yeah

In the Front's, yeah, we pop it up right here bitch, let's go

Uh, jump out the window, you feeling this shit

Jump out the window, you feeling this shit

Ready the bitch, we ready to hit

Yeah, we ready for shit

Niggas ain't really wi-yeah

We ready for shit

Niggas ain't really with the bricks, yeah

(Ride!)

Homicide, homicide, homicide

Yeah, yeah

I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? what?)

I'm ridin' with the windows down, yeah (What? Yeah, yeah)

Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, yeah)

Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)

Lord, can you spare me? Yeah

Lord, can you spare me?

Robber [2K14] lyrics - Playboi Carti

Posted with the mother fuckin chopper

Bitch I'm a mother fuckin robber

I just took his bitch I'm a rob her

I just took his cash I'm a robber

My whole squad on smash we some robbers

You lookin for the pack you know I got it

If his trap boomin I'm a rob it

Bitch I'm a mother fuckin robber

My cake don't make no

I fucked her in the face

She think I'm the shit

He mad I'm the shit

Xanax got me in my fucking feelings

Got a room filled with bad bitches I ain't tripping

Make a song about me boy you know you fuckin slipping

Got a team filled with shooters and none of them missing

Rest in peace Pimp C

Nigga before I pour this lean

Rollin off the fuckin lean

Mix the HITech with the bean

Fuck a bitch get this money I might just pass her to my team

She suck me til she...

Count money then I re-up

Missin up that nena, aquafina

Got some bricks up in the freezer

Block so hot come catch a fever

Punk up on my PO

Yung Carti not niño

Ash the blunt then reload

Rob the plug for a kilo

Pack go missin like Nemo

Chillin at Phipps with a bad hoe

Everyday shit boy you know

Posted with the mother fuckin chopper

Bitch I'm a mother fuckin robber

I just took his bitch I'm a rob her

I just took his cash I'm a robber

My whole squad on smash we some robbers

You lookin for the pack you know I got it

If his trap boomin I'm a rob it

Bitch I'm a mother fuckin robber

Rockstar Life lyrics - Playboi Carti

Rockstar shit, yeah

Smokin' on my cig', yeah

Got a bad lil' bitch, yeah

And this bitch so thick, yeah

Clown, uh, come on, huh

(D. Hill)

Uh, uh, uh

Yeah, uh

I want more, yeah

Slatt, yeah, hold up

Pop this trunk, real, yeah (Real, yeah)

I'm 'bout to make this bitch strip, yeah (Strip)

Yeah (Yeah), I'm 'bout to give this bitch a tip (Yeah)

Homixide (Yeah), I'm 'bout to put this bitch on a flick (Yeah)

Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, yeah), YSL cheetah, G (Yeah)

She's a cheetah, she a cheetah, she with me again (Oh, yeah)

Don't get caught in the mix talkin' 'bout me again (Ah)

I made an opp pack, yeah-yeah, he lost his brain, man (He dead)

He need a surgeon, a surgeon, yeah (What?)

Everything I do, I put it in bottles, since— (Yeah)

Upside down, crashed the Scat, but I'm worth it, yeah (What? Yeah)

Pussy ass nigga (Yeah), get to workin', yeah (Okay)

Yeah, diamonds on my arm, and my bracelet, yeah (Uh-uh)

Pussy niggas, yeah, they still hating, yeah (Uh-uh)

Niggas hate, they ain't even in my bracket, yeah (What? What? What? What? What?)

I'm in L.A., like what's braggin'? Yeah (Bitch)

Uh-uh

Niggas not me, yeah, rockstar life, the Bimmers as black as the blunts is (Yeah, yeah)

Pretty as fuck, baby, like I'm Billie Jean, yeah (Yeah)

Uh-uh (What?)

Watch how I lean, I got racks on my sleeve

I'm that shit, I'm that being, yeah-yeah, uh-uh (Yeah)

Don't call my phone (Yeah), I been gettin' it (Yeah), yeah, uh-uh (What?)

All these hoes like to tweet, yeah-yeah, uh-uh

Audemar playin', that's just my time, Homixide

I been on some shit, I been on that Carti mode (Mellow)

All these niggas know that I been havin' more (What?)

And I been havin' the most, uh-huh (What? Yeah)

Turned the bitch into a ghost, uh-huh (Yeah)

(Homixide, Homixide), I'ma thug it out

I been a pro (Okay)

I'm a young nigga (Okay), I might fuck the bitch on a GoPro (Okay)

Sell drugs, somethin' on the low (Okay)

If I see an opp comin', yeah, aim at the ho (Okay, okay)

We gon' aim at the 'o, huh-huh

If we see the cops behind us, we gon' crash, on the dough, huh-huh

We might crash on your folks, I might kick through yo' door (Why?)

I gotta let you hoes know (Why?)

Young nigga, billy goat

Throw your horns up, ho

Throw your horns up, ho (Yeah)

Run It lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Playboi Carti:]

Ya'll thought a nigga was gone huh?

Now we back here again with another D Nas exclusive

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

[Lil Yachty:]

I get the guap then I flip it, aye

Ice on my wrist sick like syphilis

Nigga mad boat fuck his mistress

India love on my wish list

Sawed off shotty for the bodies

If I see Purpp that's a homi

That's on my soul, that's on God

(Fuck Purpp)

For of my brothers I ride, ride

Run off the wheels on that five

I need that honey that hive

Pull up on em Five Guys

I ain't talkin' burgers, fries

I slapped the stack on her thighs

I give a fuck bout the bread

Fuck up that fuck up for pleasure

Box full of jewelry like treasure, Lil Boat!

[Playboi Carti:]

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

saturn lyrics - Playboi Carti

Hold on, is that Racki

One more time

What

What what what

What

What what what

I got a draco in my bookbag, lil bitch

That motherfucker got a kickback on it

That motherfucker got a kickback on it

And I put this on opps, I'mma leave my opp on the scene

And lay my bitch down in the islands

He ain't got no gun, had to fuck his bitch

It's a push up bitch lil bitch

We gone push up bitch lil bitch

And I'm taking shit

Ain't no raising it

Ain't no fish or shit

Everyday a bright day, so I made a wish

Everyday a bright day, so she suck my dick

Right now, right now

Hold this shit down, hold this shit down

Bitch I'm a king but I'm trynna pet my crown

Hold this shit down (Push up)

Push up, push up yeeah

Push up (What)

Push

Ppp (Slatt)

Ppp

Ride around town with a draco

D-R-A-C-O

Ride around town with a draco

D-R-A-C-O yeah

D-R-A-C-O

D-R-A-C-O

D-R-A-C-O

D-R-A-C-O (Woowoo)

What

What what what

What

What what what

No oh

Sauce lyrics - Playboi Carti

[Commentator:]

Hey Hey Hey! It's time to make some crazy money!

Are you ready? Here we go!

[Playboi Carti:]

(Pipe up)

Aye sauce em' up like melo

Aye sauce em' up like melo

She can't even come over unless she bring her friend no fellow

Aye sauce em' up like melo

She can't even come over unless she bring her friend no fellow

Yung Carti Yung Creflo

Count em' up like Creflo

(Pipe up!)

Shooters on my front porch

(Pipe up!)

Serve you at the front door

(Pipe up!)

Goons, Thugs, Cutthroats

(Pipe up!)

How could I front those

Them blocks, them blocks, them blocks

Yeah we run those

My chain, my watch, my watch

Yeah I'm so cold (money bags)

Nigga's talkin' fashion 'bout that action

I went nino uh

Moving in a rover

Moving with a odour

Zill out than I go out

Yo bitch make me throw up

Diamonds do the hold up

Make a play than pour up

Diamonds do the hold up

Make her play than- aye

Posted in the booth with the boof

Posted in the booth with the boof

That bitch ain't fucking we gone kick her off the roof

She said "ya'll niggas speak the truth"

We say true

Countin' up, fillin' up me trues

She ain't gotta ask me what I do

Thumbin' through the check with my crew

(She gone fuck on me, then my crew)

(She gone fuck on me, then my crew)

Shawty In Love lyrics - Playboi Carti

What are you talking about? (I'm tired)

I do want to go but I can't (Beep)

(I'm tired)

Hello?

I wanna go

Carti, I wanna go to Pluto with you

Carti, I wanna go to Pluto

(Pssh, beep, pssh)

(Pssh)

Turn me up

Check it out (Pssh)

Ooh, 808 (Slatt, what? Yeah, slatt, beep, slatt, ooh, slatt)

29, check it out (Slatt, slatt, slatt)

Uh, you know what I'm sayin'? (Slatt)

Southside (What? Southside)

I just (What?)

Shawty in love with the beat (What?)

Shawty in love with the beat (What?)

Shawty in love with the beat (What? Shawty)

Shawty in love with the beat (What?)

I'm in the car, I got the bass (What?)

Shawty wanna hear the lil' beat (What?)

I got that bitch, I do not play

Shawty just wanna get beat (What?)

I got that bitch all on my plate (What?)

Shawty just wanna get beat (Yeah)

Fucking that bitch, back in the Wraith (Yeah, beep)

Fuckin' that bitch in the seat (What?)

Hop in the back of the Wraith, back of the Wraith

Yeah, she handle the meat, uh

In the back of the Wraith, back of the Wraith

Yeah, she handle the meat (What?)

I got a crib with the gate (Ooh)

Yeah, my grass is green

Yeah, my car is clean

Ayy, my car extreme (I got the green, what?)

It's hot as it seems (I got the green)

It ain't hard as it seems

Nigga done shot at a nigga, done shot up a nigga for days

All of my niggas rock Margiela, all of my niggas appraised

Walk in that bitch, we just walking inside

We tryna see what's inside (Check it out, check it out)

We tryna see if it's right (Check it out, check it out)

We tryna see what's the price (What?)

Repping that muhfuckin' slatt (Slatt)

Free my lil' nig', get sliced

You try, they will get you dead

Lil' boy, you selling the Sprite (Let's go, let's go)

Lil' boy, you betta get right, ooh (Let's go, let's go)

Lil' boy, you betta get tight, ooh (Let's go, let's go)

I hit, I'm spendin' the night (Let's go)

Put the lil' bitch on the flight, yeah (Let's go, let's go)

I got the Xans, I got the Percs (What?)

I put that bitch in the Sprite (Let's go)

I got that dope, I got that dope

I got that shit make you bite (Let's go)

Bando, ho, no light (Let's go)

Bend over, ho, get piped (Let's go)

Bend over, ho, get right (Let's go, what? What? Let's go)

Back it up, ho, get right

Back it up, ho, get right (What?)

All of my jeans, they tight (Tight)

All of my jeans, they tight (Tight, bitch)

All of my jeans, they tight (Tight, tight)

All of my jeans, they tight (Tight, tight)

All of my niggas, they tight

All of my niggas, we tight

Shooting that boy on the sight

Stupid lil' boy, we ain't tight

Fuck that lil' nigga, ain't tight

Pussy ass nigga ain't tight

Lil' ass nigga ain't tight

Pussy ass nigga ain't tight

Lil' ass boy ain't tight

Lil' ass kid ain't tight

Lil' ass nigga ain't tight

Nah, that nigga ain't tight

Shawty in love with the geek

Shawty in love with the geek

Shawty in love with the geek

Shawty in love with the geek

Poppin' them motherfuckin' pills

Shawty in love with the geek

Poppin' them motherfuckin' seals

Shawty in love with the geek

Poppin' that bih in the head

Shawty in love with a geek

I give your ho a lil' deal

Shawty in love with the geek

Shawty in love with the geek

Shawty in love with the geek

Shawty in love with the geek

Poppin' them motherfuckin' pills

Shawty in love with the geek

Poppin' them motherfuckin' seals

Shawty in love with the geek

Poppin' that bih in the head

Shawty in love with a geek

I give your ho a lil' deal, she don't know nothin' 'bout me

Smash lyrics - Playboi Carti

Shawty suck my dick in the bathroom

Then she popped a xanny in the bathroom

That's what them racks do

I'm movin' packs too

Nigga come through I'm boomin' in the drive thru

All I wanted in this life of mine

All I wanted in this life of mine

All I wanted in this life of mine

All I wanted in this life of mine

I can't let a hoe explore my mind

I'm off the dope, I'm off my mind

She tryna kick it, I'm never off my grind boy that's mine

Catch me flippin' plays all the time

Coke shawty yeah and yo hoe a sideline

Bad yellow bone stay blowin' my line

Goin' off this check bitch I'm flexin got no time

If I die you better know

I did a lot of shit that these niggas can't ignore

Fuck a lot whores

All these metaphors

Model bitches that niggas can't afford

I just went inside of Phipps and spent on Tom Ford

Shawty suck my dick in the bathroom

Then she popped a xannie in the bathroom

That's what them racks do

I'm movin' packs too

Nigga come through I'm boomin' in the drive thru

And if that nigga lookin' goofy he get robbed too

I ain't one of these lame niggas you can talk to

Bitch I'm bout this check don't make me smash on you

Don't make me smash on you [x8]

Smash Pt. 2 lyrics - Playboi Carti

Juggin' and finessin', fuck that bitch, leave her abandoned

Trap house be abandoned, posted with my bandits

Lame niggas can't stand me, diamonds on me dancin'

Tell me who the man is, tell me who the man is

Bricks on the floor, cameras in the room

Two cups, styrofoam, bitch I'm on the moon

Keep the chopper on me, when I'm on the move

Money in my trues, and these bitches on me choosin'

I been on my shit, you can ask your bitch

I been on my shit, you can ask your bitch

All these hoes you wanna fuck, they been on my dick

All these hoes you wanna fuck, they been on this shit

Word around town, young Carti on his shit

I had to jugg that nigga cause' he wasn't with the shits

Niggas talkin' drugs, he ain't never seen them bricks

I'm probably in South Fulton keeping that muhfucka lit

Cops come, track meet, we all split

If a nigga get caught, I don't know shit

I can't tell a soul, I'm on my own shit

Ya buddy unfamiliar, I don't know him

Sneakdissin' lyrics - Playboi Carti

Yeah

(PLUG!)

I know these niggas watching, I know the

I know these naggas watching, I know these niggas plotting

I know these niggas plotting, Ugh!

Sneak dissing, Sneak dissing have your bitch missing

In the kitchen water whipping boy we been getting it

I know these niggas watching, I know these niggas watching

Plotting!

I know these niggas plotting, I know these niggas plotting

Tryna call twelve on us, you a bitch

I know you heard trap house be the shit, Ugh!

Thirty bitches, dirty kitchen, we the shit, Ugh!

A hundred bands outfit, a hundred bands a outfit, Ugh!

Yeah Yeahh! Fuck what they talking bout

Yeah Yeahh! Fuck what they talking bout

Yeah Yeahh! Yeah, fuck what they talking bout

Yeah Yeahh! Fuck what they talking bout

Yeah Yeahh!

Soul lyrics - Playboi Carti

You already know, you already know

(Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

You already know

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

I ain't gotta lie, you already know

He can't kill our vibe, girl you ain't his hoe

I swear this bitch she gon' ride, she won't tell a soul

I got fam in jail ready to come home

I got it on that scale, and know it off the dome

I swear I get it off, like I get it on

Girl that's why I'm on, tell me what you on

Come and pop this Perc, and you won't feel it all

Come and sip this drink, and you won't feel it, yo

Tell me what you think, and let's get with it on

I ain't gotta lie, you already know

He can't kill our vibe, girl you ain't his hoe

You already know girl, you already know

You already know girl, you already know

He can't kill our vibe, he can't kill our vibe

He can't kill our vibe, no he can't

(She won't tell a, she won't tell a soul)

(Yeah, you already know, you already know)