[Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Ooh, shit, yeah, bih I put your ho in the Louvre Yeah I blow smoke out the roof Feel like 2Pac, got the juice Feel like 2Pac, got the juice First I go call up the troops We run it up like we do Bitch I go cop me a coupe Bitch I go cop me a booth Then I go swool with the loot Put that lil bih on her back Told that lil bih to relax Tell that lil bih I got back Told that bih I got stacks Hollup lil bih, that's lil cash Spend a lil check on the rent Spend a lil' check on the brick She got the cake in the back I got the K in the back I got my face in the sack Hit your block hard like some crack I told that lil' nigga we back I told that bih we got back I told that lil' nigga we back Who that boy there with the bag? Who that bitch there with the ass? I sip the lean and the gas I keep that shit in the back For that lil' work, bitch I tax For that lil' verse, bitch I tax All of these hoes, they attached Fuckin' your bitch, that's some facts Half of these niggas, they rats Half of these niggas, they rats Hit your block hard with the Gat Hit your block hard like some crack
[Verse 2: G Herbo] Ayy, bitch I came up sellin' crack Wasn't no sleep, I was up with the night owls Some my niggas was there but ain't no more Capo said he’ll vouch for it right now Switchin' shifts from the alley to corner See them cops at the block and yell right out We don't put in, we out here with two jobs You ain't trappin', you best have that pipe out 40 Glock with the stick and the light out Roll the window down, stick this bitch right out Nigga talkin' like he sick in this cold world It's our shit up in here, take 'em right out Internet got the world tryna fight now All these tweets get a fuck nigga hype now Disrespect me, I'll go to you right now With these rhymes that I got, put you right down And I will beat you up 'cause I know how Lay a fuck nigga out if I like how Livin' nights on that block, I couldn't lie down Interrogations and I'll put that lie down Still keep them choppers where we go Still keep that fuego from migo And I cannot fuck with no googoos We treat the Rudys like Renos Still rock cashmere with them [?] Still rock Balmain with my new trues G Herbo ain't no goody two shoes Still'll do you 'cause I got some loose screws Takin' trips outta town with my boo boo Might skeet off right past you in the new coupe She got weave in her hair and it's too loose Got a Bs in the air, throw a soo-woo Hit a lick like Ace Boogie with Lulu Then I might buy her a poodle And I might buy her a deuce deuce Just in case she with me when I shoot you
[Outro: G Herbo] Ayy, G Swervo Yeah, deuce, deuce Fuck up your life like some voodoo Carti with me too I got Carti with me too Party, what we doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
