Club Pink Playboi Carti (Ft. Nessly)

[Intro: $ir Cartier]
Damn, damn, damn
Carti, Carti
Let it rain
Pink rain, pink rain

[Verse 1: $ir Cartier]
Grip the .44 mag (Uh)
44 niggas at your door, hold the gats (Hold the gats)
Are you old (Are you old)? Where the cash?
Bitch, splash (Uh)
Straight mob on your ass
Body bags, zombie flesh
TFZ, fuck the rest
Got it for you, call for the homie, pour for the homie (Yeah)
I blow torch the heavens, do you smell that loud fragrance
Oh, God (Oh, God), we don't talk a lot (Uh-huh)
Unless I’m on that pot (Uh Huh)
But yeah, we cool (Bitch)
Swimming pool (Bitch)
Chilling with a goddess, she from a Island
My weed just took (Uh-huh), girl you ain't styling
Black specs (Yeah),gold on the rim
I ain't afraid, beam on your chest, I take your last breath
Bitch, like I stunt, I grind
Nose grind, I’m high off weed
I been third degree fine, Santa Clause red nose, bitch
Throat off the vlne, yeah
Yo, tell me how it feel
When the coke simulate your mind
She still vacant here, hit it from behind (Uh)
I don't hear these hoes, Van Gogh
Sports car, but I drive slow
Glanced at the refugee like who the fuck is you (Who the fuck is you)
Nigga, fuck your crew (Bitch)