[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Uh
Who the hell is Carlo?
Look
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
If my brother died today, I prolly wouldn't cry
But if my best friend left this earth, I'd prolly leave it too
Lou poured a six up in a pop and turned it black from blue
So many G6's, it could fill up Shaq's left shoe
Damn, that's a lot of X
Done had a lot of sex without history of phone calls or texts
I heard the head was fye, from lil' bro, so I need it next
Ain't seein' my government name, 'less it's on a check
I wrecked a half a mil' on cars, with only two accidents
Bitch want some perks, gave that ho laxatives
I started stutterin' in the pussy, forgot my adjectives
Fucked a Christian bitch, she tried to move me out to Nazareth
I can't do that girl, it's really far
I might sip a deuce with Triss, but I can't do the par
Bro just poured a glass, pint of red, it's lookin' like tar
Two pretty bitches just got pulled over in my car
Thank God I wasn't in it, 'cause we prolly wouldn't of made it far
They touch Lil' Boat, we pullin' strings like acoustic guitars
Hmm, and I'm still untouched
Asked 2GS where he got his chains, think he told me Hutch
Thirty bullets inside this clip, I make 'em double dutch
Need VS1 stones in my tomb if I go too soon
And we keep them sticks on our hip, like we at the saloon
Took my newest bitch to the salon, bought her new perfume
And my clip long as batons, bet we get to spinnin'
Last time I checked the score, boy, me and mines was winnin'
Nigga, yo' dad in the police force, stop interfering
Stop tryna include others, 'fore they start disapearin'
First time I had a cup of ack, my eyes started tearin'
Second time 2GS put it out, on god, I was chearin'
Mm, I think I'm Malcolm X
I'm peakin' through the blinds with my AK
Hope I don't hit his chest, I'm tryna get a selfie from him
Put three Ps in the mail
I could Philadelphia, we gettin' wealthy from him
2015, prolly had it giffy for ya'
If you ain't rich by 2020, then it's iffy for ya'
Uh
Who the hell is Carlo?
Look
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
If my brother died today, I prolly wouldn't cry
But if my best friend left this earth, I'd prolly leave it too
Lou poured a six up in a pop and turned it black from blue
So many G6's, it could fill up Shaq's left shoe
Damn, that's a lot of X
Done had a lot of sex without history of phone calls or texts
I heard the head was fye, from lil' bro, so I need it next
Ain't seein' my government name, 'less it's on a check
I wrecked a half a mil' on cars, with only two accidents
Bitch want some perks, gave that ho laxatives
I started stutterin' in the pussy, forgot my adjectives
Fucked a Christian bitch, she tried to move me out to Nazareth
I can't do that girl, it's really far
I might sip a deuce with Triss, but I can't do the par
Bro just poured a glass, pint of red, it's lookin' like tar
Two pretty bitches just got pulled over in my car
Thank God I wasn't in it, 'cause we prolly wouldn't of made it far
They touch Lil' Boat, we pullin' strings like acoustic guitars
Hmm, and I'm still untouched
Asked 2GS where he got his chains, think he told me Hutch
Thirty bullets inside this clip, I make 'em double dutch
Need VS1 stones in my tomb if I go too soon
And we keep them sticks on our hip, like we at the saloon
Took my newest bitch to the salon, bought her new perfume
And my clip long as batons, bet we get to spinnin'
Last time I checked the score, boy, me and mines was winnin'
Nigga, yo' dad in the police force, stop interfering
Stop tryna include others, 'fore they start disapearin'
First time I had a cup of ack, my eyes started tearin'
Second time 2GS put it out, on god, I was chearin'
Mm, I think I'm Malcolm X
I'm peakin' through the blinds with my AK
Hope I don't hit his chest, I'm tryna get a selfie from him
Put three Ps in the mail
I could Philadelphia, we gettin' wealthy from him
2015, prolly had it giffy for ya'
If you ain't rich by 2020, then it's iffy for ya'
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