talk
(Damn, son, where'd you find this?)
Woo, Carti, damn
(Uh, I'm in this bitch, Barti)
(Playboi Carti, nigga)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
(Southside, nigga, all day, nigga)
(Pull up, fuck wrong with you niggas?)
(Pull up, nigga)
Yeah, uh
(This is how you feel, uh)
(This is how you feel, Carti)
Playboi, woo, Play, uh
(This is how you feel)
(Sipping on this Act', don't know how to act)
Hold up, who that bangin' on my door?
If a nigga try to rob me I'ma blow him in his throat, hold up, uh
Don't be blowin' up my phone
Soundin' like a little ho about some coke, you fuckin' ho
It's Cartier, these diamonds let you niggas know
You see these hundreds, these hundreds, nigga, we blow
Fuck her under covers, my nigga, until the morning
She say, "Carti, why you acting funny?"
"Ever since you got some money you been frontin' on me"
Say no more, the new cars, the new broads
You so bright but you so lost, damn
You let the lean get you so gone
Don't let the drugs get you so gone
Don't let the drugs get you so gone
You so bright but you so lost
Sippin' on this Act', don't know how to act
My lil' whoadie got my back, he'll blow you back
My lil' whoadie got the strap, he'll blow you back