Heavy Playboi Carti

[Intro]
(Izzie B productions)
Ayy, man, turn me up, man
Got my nigga in this bitch, boy, we smokin' boof all day, nigga
Boofed up, nigga
Carti, nigga, uh (2900 in this bitch)
Yo (Skrrt, damn)
(And I fuck that bitch, you know I get this money, ayy)
(Skrrt)
Lean (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
(Ayy, ayy)
Playboi Carti (Skrrt)
(Carti 678, bitch, we poppin')
Yeah, what up?
Ayy, damn
Uh, yeah (Damn)

[Verse]
My iPhone white and my bitch too (Hello?)
It's 678, who the fuck is you? Uh (Who the fuck is you?)
I'm all about my team, I'm all about this green (All about this green)
Serve a couple fiends then we clear the scene, uh (We clear the scene)
Baby bottle lean, your lady off a bean (A bean)
She layin' beside the G, she tryna let me squeeze, damn (Carti)
True Religion jeans, my Vans say Supreme (Supreme)
Uh, her head game mean, just don't touch her weave, uh (No)
Fugazi-ass niggas think they own shit (No, no, uh)
I'm tryin' to tell these niggas, bitch, we been did it, uh (Yeah)
Fingerfuck the cunt, ten racks a month (Goddamn, yeah)
Smokin' on this blunt, I ain't stressin' nothin' (Goddamn, yeah)
If an opp' pull me over I'ma rob him up, uh (Ayy)
Or ducttape his mouth, shut that nigga up, yeah (Damn, ayy)
They lyin' about the streets, ain't seen you on the block (How?)
Keep talkin' like you 'bout it, we gon' have to mop (Bow, pussy)
Leave you boys bloody, you gon' need a mop (Oh, damn, wow)
She gon' ride this dick 'cause she know what I'm about (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got a pint of lean, Xans by the ounce, uh (Yeah)
I keep this shit live, they say I run the South, damn (Yeah)
They want that old Carti, fuck that old Carti (Yeah)
Bitch, I glowed up, tell my mom that I'm sorry, damn
Bitch, I'm in the 'Rari (Goddamn)
My lingo retarded (My lingo retarded, Goddamn, skrrt)
She tweakin' off a molly, man, come get your shawty, damn (Come get your shawty, damn)
Xannies, Xannies, leanin' heavy
I can't stay steady
Kush coma, why you on that reggie? Damn