[Pre-Verse: Playboi Carti & The Weeknd]
Ever since I was a jit, knew I was the shit (Timeless, timeless, timeless, timeless)
Shorty keep wanna come 'round, she wanna get hit (Timeless, timeless; yuh, yuh)
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ever since I was a jit, knew I was the shit (Blatt)
Shorty keep wanna come 'round, she wanna get hit (Yuh)
She think she the main because I keep her by my side (Yuh, what?)
Double-O, bust down the watch, she know that I'm timeless
I put my son in some Rick
I pull that gun off the hip (Ah)
Pockets hold twenty-two clips (Schyеah)
I break her heart, Commе Garçon
Put on a shirt, get put on a blimp
Built like a stain, get ready to lick
I had to tell her that ever since I was a jit, knew I was the shit (What, what?)
She singin' my songs, she wanna die lit (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide), tryna get hit
House like a bank (Yeah), deposit this bit' (Yeah), 'posit that check (Ah)
Smile on my face (Yuh), ain't playing shit (Hrrah), come and get checked
Ice on my neck, double-O wrist
She in the Scat, hell of a 'Cat (Hrr)
Fresh out the trench, four hundred packs
Uh, yeah, I'm spinnin' in Paris
Dress for these hoes, they finna flock
Just poured a four in a soda, it pop
Them drugs finna hit, I'm feelin' ill
I'm wrestlin' all of my demons, I feel like The Rock (Yuh, feel like The Rock)
Since I was a jit, no love in my heart
Stuff in my stones, [?]
Rolls Royce Cullinan, wait for that drop
Homixide Gang, bitch finna pop (Fly)
It's finna pop (Yuh)
Ever since I was the shit, knew I was the shit (Geeked up)
Ge-ge-ge
Ever since I was a jit, knew I was the shit (Timeless, timeless, timeless, timeless)
Shorty keep wanna come 'round, she wanna get hit (Timeless, timeless; yuh, yuh)
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ever since I was a jit, knew I was the shit (Blatt)
Shorty keep wanna come 'round, she wanna get hit (Yuh)
She think she the main because I keep her by my side (Yuh, what?)
Double-O, bust down the watch, she know that I'm timeless
I put my son in some Rick
I pull that gun off the hip (Ah)
Pockets hold twenty-two clips (Schyеah)
I break her heart, Commе Garçon
Put on a shirt, get put on a blimp
Built like a stain, get ready to lick
I had to tell her that ever since I was a jit, knew I was the shit (What, what?)
She singin' my songs, she wanna die lit (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide), tryna get hit
House like a bank (Yeah), deposit this bit' (Yeah), 'posit that check (Ah)
Smile on my face (Yuh), ain't playing shit (Hrrah), come and get checked
Ice on my neck, double-O wrist
She in the Scat, hell of a 'Cat (Hrr)
Fresh out the trench, four hundred packs
Uh, yeah, I'm spinnin' in Paris
Dress for these hoes, they finna flock
Just poured a four in a soda, it pop
Them drugs finna hit, I'm feelin' ill
I'm wrestlin' all of my demons, I feel like The Rock (Yuh, feel like The Rock)
Since I was a jit, no love in my heart
Stuff in my stones, [?]
Rolls Royce Cullinan, wait for that drop
Homixide Gang, bitch finna pop (Fly)
It's finna pop (Yuh)
Ever since I was the shit, knew I was the shit (Geeked up)
Ge-ge-ge
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