Pussyass nigga 'bout to lose his shit. I ride with the chopper, the stick, yeah. I'm lettin' it go real quick, yeah. I cannot beef 'bout a bitch, yeah, yeah. But we can go beef 'bout the bricks
Im a soldier, damn I thought I told you Shootin' like a soldier like I'm from Magnolia All these niggas, all these foes Big bank, never fold Sippin, ac, man that shit slow me Bitches on me, say she like my clothes I'm in London, Young Carti global Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry All these bitches want Young Carti Young Carti, yeah
Yeah look, I'm killing you, ooh Forces, I'm really not feeling you, ooh Bitch, I'm not feeling you, ooh You need some milk like some cereal, uh, uh, uh Not feeling you, uh, uh Niggas is killing
Chorus: Playboi Carti] When I'm in that bitch, boy, they say he over there (Ooh) Persona movin', coolin', we in Saks, we over here (Ooh) Shawty wanna fuck because I keep it over here (Ooh
Fit I ain't Π΅ven drive it (What?) Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?) Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?) Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?) Jump out the house
Ifshe top I'm in love, Imma let it go Let it go on your block, we gon do a show Fuck that bitch I'll go till dawn Rick Owens on top of ones We don't do no one on ones Put that xanny on your tongue Rock the show, I like to punk She the type of bitch I love to fuck Baby you the chosen one And baby I don't fall in nothing Fell asleep in LA, woke Andhe'd rather go talk about it than do this shit. Pull up on your block and we shootin' shit (And we shootin' shit, ayy Pi'erre) Pull up on your bitch and I'm hittin' it (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti] Ayy Niggas ain't gotta respect Niggas just gotta accept ('Cept) I put that top left (Ayy) I love my crodie to death (Codeine) Hype Williams, Lil' X If you don't say
