Luh Da Feelin Slug † Christ (Ft. Playboi Carti)

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Ayy, ayy
Cash Carti
Carti (Yeah)
Carti, Carti
Carti, uh (Yeah)
(Yeah)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
It's been a minute since I been up in this bitch (Up in this bitch)
Looking like a fucking walking lick (Like a walkin' lick, huh?)
All this jewelry on me got me sick
She done fell in love with my wrist, uh, ayy
I done fell in love with the pack (With the pack)
Ferragamo waist and a strap, uh, uh
Dread head nigga, don't need no hat, uh, uh
Knock a pussy nigga off the map, uh
They like, "Carti be that nigga, I should try to fuck with him"
"Get a song with him", uh
You a fuck nigga, uh
I can't fuck with ya, uh
I'm a fuck nigga, uh
I might try a nigga, yeah
I might mug a nigga, uh, uh
Boy, that extendo work will kill ya, uh, uh
I been 'round some real thug niggas, yeah, uh
Slugger Slugger, yeah, that's my brother, uh (That's my brother, nigga)
On these pussy niggas, man, they undercover, yeah (They undercover, nigga)
Uh, I had to kill 'em with the sticks, I had to kill 'em, uh
Blowin' down a pound, boy, this no Reggie Miller, uh
Bring your bitch around, nigga (Nigga, nigga)
I might just steal her, uh
Ho, I got them bands, I cannot kiss you, uh (I cannot kiss you)
All my diamonds dancin' on me, nigga, uh (Ayy)
Got them stripper bitches dancin' on me, nigga (Got them stripper bitches dancin')
Watch me stuff these racks all up in my denim (Watch me stuff these racks up in my denim)
Nigga, nigga, nigga, uh