[Intro]
(Might have to put this on Twitter 'cause I'm that bored, yeah)
I made this shit, I made this shit just for Twitter
I'm just tryna show niggas like, what I'm on, you get what I'm sayin'?
I made this shit, at like 6 AM
I made this shit, like 6 AM in Paris (King Vamp)
Yeah, I just went to Paris
Right after I left New York, I had to go to Paris real quick, just, just real quick
See my boy Skepta real quick, you know what I'm sayin'?
Woke up on Planet X, you know what I'm sayin' (X, nigga, count up)
(King motherfuckin' Tut, nigga)
[Verse]
She said, "Carti, you the man in this bitch," yeah
Pussy wide open, I'ma put my hand in that bitch, yeah (Slatt)
Rich nigga, rich shit, rich nigga, rich bitch (Slatt)
Big house, big car, big jet, spaceship (Slatt)
I can't go nowhere without my stick (Stick)
I can't go nowhere without my stick
I'm on the Southside posted with thе Crips (Crip)
'Cause it's all love, they know what it is (Yеah)
I spent a couple mil' on some bullshit, uh
My baby mama stay on that bullshit (Slatt)
Man, I swear I hate a bitch with loose lips
That's that type of shit that make me lose it (Yeah)
If I crash out right now, that'd be foolish (Yeah)
But these niggas, they temptin' me to do it
It's Homixide Gang, nigga, yeah, we do it (Homixide, Homixide)
We gon' kill you and everybody you cool with (Slatt)
I just fucked a bitch I went to school with (Slatt)
I'm on some Patek shit, I'm on some more shit (Slatt)
Juvenile, yeah, I'm movin' slow motion (Yeah)
I'm in Houston with my niggas sippin' potion (Bean)
Mix it up with Ciroc, now I'm coastin' (Yah)
I just gave the bitch a rock, now she floatin' (Yah)
I drove a Phantom all year, now I'm ghostin' (What?)
And I don't stop at red lights, I keep goin' (What?)
What you say? Huh? What that nigga say? (What?)
What did Carti say? (What?), What did Carti say? (What?)
I been smokin' on these cigarettes, holdin' on to plenty racks
And I'm on that codeine, you might not get a text back
Call my doctor up, yeah, yeah, I need my tests back
Bitch, I think I'm sick, yeah, so, I had to get checked
Sick in the booth, yeah, jump out the roof, yeah
Ain't nobody comin' like Yung Carti, tell the truth, yeah
I ain't even did shit, how can I lose it?
They tryna take my swag, they tryna take my moves (Yeah)
Everything I do, I do (Slatt)
I stay with my dawg, Blue's Clues (Slatt)
Back against the wall (Slatt), SooWoo (Slatt)
Free G-wee (Yeah), free all my troops (Slatt)
I'ma keep it bool, yeah, just for you (Okay)
Bitch, I been bool (Okay), since high school (Yeah)
No camera phones in this bitch, yeah (Yeah)
I'm in the zone with the hoes gettin' lit, yeah
I'm in the backseat, off opium (Slatt)
Nigga talk down, we smokin' him (Slatt)
I can't believe I got this far (Boom), I can't believe (Boom)
I can't believe, came a long way from the motherfuckin' yard (Yeah)
Hoppin' out the hotbox, with my boys (Slatt)
I'm with all my niggas, they on my side (Yeah)
I told my boy I'm comin' with him if he slide (Yeah)
I treat my brother kids like they fuckin' mine
‘Cause these some killers right here, they front-line (What?)
‘Cause these some killers right here, they front-line (Yeah)
‘Cause these some killers right here, they front-line (Slatt)
‘Cause these some killers right here, they front-line (Slatt)
(Might have to put this on Twitter 'cause I'm that bored, yeah)
I made this shit, I made this shit just for Twitter
I'm just tryna show niggas like, what I'm on, you get what I'm sayin'?
I made this shit, at like 6 AM
I made this shit, like 6 AM in Paris (King Vamp)
Yeah, I just went to Paris
Right after I left New York, I had to go to Paris real quick, just, just real quick
See my boy Skepta real quick, you know what I'm sayin'?
Woke up on Planet X, you know what I'm sayin' (X, nigga, count up)
(King motherfuckin' Tut, nigga)
[Verse]
She said, "Carti, you the man in this bitch," yeah
Pussy wide open, I'ma put my hand in that bitch, yeah (Slatt)
Rich nigga, rich shit, rich nigga, rich bitch (Slatt)
Big house, big car, big jet, spaceship (Slatt)
I can't go nowhere without my stick (Stick)
I can't go nowhere without my stick
I'm on the Southside posted with thе Crips (Crip)
'Cause it's all love, they know what it is (Yеah)
I spent a couple mil' on some bullshit, uh
My baby mama stay on that bullshit (Slatt)
Man, I swear I hate a bitch with loose lips
That's that type of shit that make me lose it (Yeah)
If I crash out right now, that'd be foolish (Yeah)
But these niggas, they temptin' me to do it
It's Homixide Gang, nigga, yeah, we do it (Homixide, Homixide)
We gon' kill you and everybody you cool with (Slatt)
I just fucked a bitch I went to school with (Slatt)
I'm on some Patek shit, I'm on some more shit (Slatt)
Juvenile, yeah, I'm movin' slow motion (Yeah)
I'm in Houston with my niggas sippin' potion (Bean)
Mix it up with Ciroc, now I'm coastin' (Yah)
I just gave the bitch a rock, now she floatin' (Yah)
I drove a Phantom all year, now I'm ghostin' (What?)
And I don't stop at red lights, I keep goin' (What?)
What you say? Huh? What that nigga say? (What?)
What did Carti say? (What?), What did Carti say? (What?)
I been smokin' on these cigarettes, holdin' on to plenty racks
And I'm on that codeine, you might not get a text back
Call my doctor up, yeah, yeah, I need my tests back
Bitch, I think I'm sick, yeah, so, I had to get checked
Sick in the booth, yeah, jump out the roof, yeah
Ain't nobody comin' like Yung Carti, tell the truth, yeah
I ain't even did shit, how can I lose it?
They tryna take my swag, they tryna take my moves (Yeah)
Everything I do, I do (Slatt)
I stay with my dawg, Blue's Clues (Slatt)
Back against the wall (Slatt), SooWoo (Slatt)
Free G-wee (Yeah), free all my troops (Slatt)
I'ma keep it bool, yeah, just for you (Okay)
Bitch, I been bool (Okay), since high school (Yeah)
No camera phones in this bitch, yeah (Yeah)
I'm in the zone with the hoes gettin' lit, yeah
I'm in the backseat, off opium (Slatt)
Nigga talk down, we smokin' him (Slatt)
I can't believe I got this far (Boom), I can't believe (Boom)
I can't believe, came a long way from the motherfuckin' yard (Yeah)
Hoppin' out the hotbox, with my boys (Slatt)
I'm with all my niggas, they on my side (Yeah)
I told my boy I'm comin' with him if he slide (Yeah)
I treat my brother kids like they fuckin' mine
‘Cause these some killers right here, they front-line (What?)
‘Cause these some killers right here, they front-line (Yeah)
‘Cause these some killers right here, they front-line (Slatt)
‘Cause these some killers right here, they front-line (Slatt)
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