LSD II (Wit Tha Fanta) Cultie (Ft. Playboi Carti)

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
(Real trap shit)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
(Carti, Carti)
(Cultie, Cultie)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Louis, Gucci, Prada, just designer, ayy
I just mixed the lean with the Fanta, ayy, uh
Mixin' up that dope, Arm & Hammer, ayy
Free my niggas locked up in the slammer, ayy
Zone 3 Yung Carti go harder
Came a long way from ridin' on the motherfuckin' MARTA
Now I'm ridin' shotgun, puffin' dank with your daughter
On my mama, I'm a pretty young nigga like my mama, uh (Carti, Carti)
(Carti, Carti, Carti, Carti)
Niggas plottin', trust nobody, uh
Catch a body off the bean, uh
Doin' donuts, uh, in the lobby
On my partner, I got thotties, Silkk the Shocker
Got the hoes knockin', tryna fuck me, uh
'Bout this money
White bitch, snowbunny, yeah
Easter-pink in my cup, off the mud
I fucked that bitch, yeah, off the mud
Nigga, what's good?
On the block, got the Glock
Sell rerock, fuck an opp
Yung Carti can't stop, nah
King Cultie, he on
Smokin' that strong, sellin' that strong all day long
(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)