Lost Playboi Carti

[Intro]
Some mud, shit (Yeah)
I wrapped them hoes up, nigga (Ayy)
Yeah
Uh (On gang)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hello? Uh)

[Verse 1]
I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (Lost)
I wrap 'em up, I ship 'em off, I'm like a boss (I'm like a boss, damn)
Can you see the cloud that I'm on? (Can you see the cloud that I'm on?)
Got a badass bitch from New York (Badass bitch from New York)
Smoke kush, I can't fuck with Newports (Smoke kush, I can't fuck with Newports)
In the foreign coupe, kill a nigga, no insurance (In the foreign coupe, kill a nigga, no insurance)
Uh, I'm the realest, I can show you how to do this (Realest out here, realest out here, out here)
Smokin', drinkin' penicillin, deadest nigga living (Yeah)
Bitch, you know I'm in it, uh (Ayy, ayy)
Mercedes-Benz, got lady friends (Got lady friends)
Uh, they adore a nigga (Carti)
There's some whores, nigga (Carti)
I let my boys in them, uh (Yeah)
Feelin' like that nigga (Yeah, goddamn, yeah)
I feel like that nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nigga tried to jack my swag, I'm fillin' this nigga (This nigga)
But, bitch, just know you ain't Yung Carti, I'm tellin' you, nigga, damn
(Nigga tried to jack my swag, I'm fillin' this nigga)
Uh
I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost)
Yeah