[Intro: Drake]
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi’erre)
Ayy
[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
Ayy
Niggas ain't gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept
I put that top left
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil' X
If you don’t say it direct
Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Drake & Playboi Carti]
I put some ice on her hand
I let her take an advance
Shit wasn't goin' as planned
I put that shit in the van
She gotta move with her friend
Heard she went back to her man
Give a fuck, ayy
I just put a Wagen in the driveway, you know I did
When I shoot my shot it's the Kawhi way, it's goin' in
Me and lil' Sicko sittin' sideways, breakin’ tens
Used to be an antisocial nigga, now I’m makin' friends
I just got a mansion out in Turks and it’s a beachfront (Okay)
If she's bringin' four friends, I know I'll hit at least one (Okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Got ’em all tannin' by the pool and they greased up
Police in my city, man, I keep they pockets greased up (Okay)
Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up
Ain't nobody makin' too much money off the beef stuff (Okay)
But I beef a rapper 'cause I'm never with the sweet stuff
Shawty came from Mexico, she know she got the sweet stuff (Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know)
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi’erre)
Ayy
[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
Ayy
Niggas ain't gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept
I put that top left
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil' X
If you don’t say it direct
Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Drake & Playboi Carti]
I put some ice on her hand
I let her take an advance
Shit wasn't goin' as planned
I put that shit in the van
She gotta move with her friend
Heard she went back to her man
Give a fuck, ayy
I just put a Wagen in the driveway, you know I did
When I shoot my shot it's the Kawhi way, it's goin' in
Me and lil' Sicko sittin' sideways, breakin’ tens
Used to be an antisocial nigga, now I’m makin' friends
I just got a mansion out in Turks and it’s a beachfront (Okay)
If she's bringin' four friends, I know I'll hit at least one (Okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Got ’em all tannin' by the pool and they greased up
Police in my city, man, I keep they pockets greased up (Okay)
Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up
Ain't nobody makin' too much money off the beef stuff (Okay)
But I beef a rapper 'cause I'm never with the sweet stuff
Shawty came from Mexico, she know she got the sweet stuff (Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know)
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