Lie (Version 3) Playboi Carti

[Intro]
(This is a Dolan Beats production)
Ooh

[Verse 1]
Bitches got tight when I got some ice, uh, uh (Some ice, what?)
Matter of fact, fuck, we ain't even tight, uh, uh (Okay, okay)
Left them in the dark, get your bitches right, uh (Okay, okay)
Fuckin' on his ho, he wasn't hittin' right, uh (Okay, what?)
Grippin' on my shit, like, who I'm hittin' tonight? (What?)
Margelia madman, baby, I'm the shit tonight, uh (Margelia madman)
Call up the man, tell him get the ticket right, uh
10 bands for Carti, baby, I ain't tryna lie, (10 bands for Carti, yeah) what? What?
I ain't ask for it, I was chosen right, ayy (I was chosen right)
Two doors on it, I ain't tryin' to drive (I ain't tryin' to drive)
I'm off the lean, I'm off the Percs, for real (I'm off the Percs, for real)
Ho, I'm off them drugs, I'm off them drugs, for real, ayy, ayy, ayy (I'm off them drugs, I'm off them pills, for real)

[Chorus]
Uh, I ain't even lyin', ayy (I ain't even lyin')
I can't even drive, ooh (I can't even drive)
I ain't even lyin' (I can't even drive)
I can't even drive, ooh (I can't even drive)
I ain't even lyin', uh (Yeah, yeah)
I can't even drive, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't even lyin', uh (Yeah, yeah)
I can't even drive, uh (Yeah, yeah)