[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin', bitch, I got all these bands (Slatt, okay)
I play with that shit, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
Nigga be wantin' that war shit 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I got the AKs, I got the sticks, yeah, automatic
We spin like Beyblades, do that shit that's not platinum (Okay)
I'm really on this fashion (Okay), my Glocks matchin' (Yeah)
I'ma let the bitch have it (Yeah), pull up in traffic (Yeah)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin', bitch, I got all these bands (Slatt, okay)
I play with that shit, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
Nigga be wantin' that war shit 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I get so ratchet (Get lit, blatt), I'm geeked like a lady (Blatt, blatt)
She ain't used to my lingo (Yeah, yеah), I'ma make the bitch bag it (Make the bitch, yеah)
Two cup like styrofoam (Two, yeah), my bitch is magic
Lamb' truck, I crash it (Yeah, crash, crash), I was too busy blastin'
I was too busy havin' (Yeah), count it up, I'm havin' (Yeah, yeah)
Rick Owens, I have it (Blatt, blatt, blatt), CDG, I have it (Yeah, blatt, blatt)
Seen the bitch and I grabbed it (Yeah, yeah, yeah), he wants the status
I got a bad bitch, honey bun in my mattress (Okay)
Have you cuffed you a bachelor? (Yeah) Went shoppin' in [?]
Got home at sixty (Yeah) in an all-white Aston (Okay)
How you feel about Iggy? (Okay) I don't know why I'm askin' (Slatt)
I'm a rich-ass bastard (Yeah, yeah), get hit, then we passin' (Yeah)
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin', bitch, I got all these bands (Slatt, okay)
I play with that shit, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
Nigga be wantin' that war shit 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I got the AKs, I got the sticks, yeah, automatic
We spin like Beyblades, do that shit that's not platinum (Okay)
I'm really on this fashion (Okay), my Glocks matchin' (Yeah)
I'ma let the bitch have it (Yeah), pull up in traffic (Yeah)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin', bitch, I got all these bands (Slatt, okay)
I play with that shit, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
Nigga be wantin' that war shit 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I get so ratchet (Get lit, blatt), I'm geeked like a lady (Blatt, blatt)
She ain't used to my lingo (Yeah, yеah), I'ma make the bitch bag it (Make the bitch, yеah)
Two cup like styrofoam (Two, yeah), my bitch is magic
Lamb' truck, I crash it (Yeah, crash, crash), I was too busy blastin'
I was too busy havin' (Yeah), count it up, I'm havin' (Yeah, yeah)
Rick Owens, I have it (Blatt, blatt, blatt), CDG, I have it (Yeah, blatt, blatt)
Seen the bitch and I grabbed it (Yeah, yeah, yeah), he wants the status
I got a bad bitch, honey bun in my mattress (Okay)
Have you cuffed you a bachelor? (Yeah) Went shoppin' in [?]
Got home at sixty (Yeah) in an all-white Aston (Okay)
How you feel about Iggy? (Okay) I don't know why I'm askin' (Slatt)
I'm a rich-ass bastard (Yeah, yeah), get hit, then we passin' (Yeah)
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