[Intro: Playboi Carti]
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
My iPhone white, and my b**h too
It's 6-7-8, who the f** is you?
I'm all about my team, I'm all about this green
Serve a couple fiends, then we clear the scene
Baby buy the lean, your lady off a bean
She laying beside the G, she trying to let me squeeze
True Religion jeans, my Vans say Supreme
Her head game mean, just don't touch her weave
Fugazi a** n***as think they own sh**
I'm trying to tell these n***as, b**h we been did it
Finger f** the c*nt, 10 racks a month
Smoking on this blunt, I ain't stressing nothing
If a opp pull me over, I'ma rob him up
Or duct tape his mouth, shut that n***a up
They lying about the streets, ain't seen you on the block
Keep talking like you bout it, we gone have to mob
Leave you boys bloody, you gone need a mop
She gone ride this dick, cause she know what I'm about
I got a pint of lean, Xans by the ounce
I keep this sh** live, they say I run the South
They want that old Carti, f** that old Carti
b**h I glo'd up, tell my mom that I'm sorry
b**h I'm in the rari, my lingo retarded
She tweaking off a molly, man come get your shawty
[Pre-Hook: Playboi Carti]
Xannies, Xannies leaning heavy
I can't stay steady
Kush coma, why you on that reggie?
[Hook: Playboi Carti] (x3)
Xannies, Xannies
b**h I'm leaning heavy
Xannies, Xannies
b**h I'm leaning heavy
Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?
Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?