[Verse 1: 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'ma 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 [Pre-Hook: Playboi Carti] Xannies, Xannies leaning heavy I can't stay steady Kush coma, why you on that reggie?
[Hook: Playboi Carti] (x3) 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?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
