Texas Playboi Carti

[Chorus]
I got that Glock, Westin
Fuckin' that bitch named Destiny
We in the spot up in Texas
Came in that bitch with my weapon
I'm sick of these niggas, they flexin'
All of my bitches, they bad
She rock that Gucci on her leggings
Hit from the back, baby
Hit from the back, that my lady
Shawty gon' give me that back
Her hair, she silky like gravy
I fuck with that bitch from the 80's
Yeah, baby go crazy, yeah
That's my lil' baby
Kept in the face

[Verse]
I cop a drop, ooh, yeah
I lost the top, ooh, yeah
I cop a thot, ooh, yeah
She lost her top, ooh, yeah
Hol' up, hol' up, yeah
I'm going hard, yeah
She goin' hard, ooh, yeah
We going hard, ooh, yeah
I'm from the South, ooh, yeah
She from the South, ooh, yeah
We shippin' 'em out, ooh, yeah
We gettin' 'em out, ooh, yeah
Can't fuck with me now, yeah
Can't fuck with me now, ayy
Can't talk to me now, yeah, ayy
Can't walk with me now, yeah
I get that cash on the ground, yeah
I get the bag on the ground, yeah
I get these bags on the town, yeah
Bitch, I'm just fuckin' around, yeah
Fuckin' around, yeah
Carti can't fuck with no clown, yeah
Carti gon' bust a lil' round, yeah
Carti gon' bust a lil' round, yeah