CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : OPIUM CULT VOL. 2
And I take heads off
Uh, and I take heads off
I got some new cash
I got some new swag
I got some new packs
I got some new packs
And I take heads off
Uh, and I take heads off
I got some new cash
I got some new swag
I got some new packs
I got some new packs
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gonna take heads off
And my sh*t lookin' like bath salt (Yeah carti) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty got hot in the bad spot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hit the b*t*h, knockеd her brains out (Yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah)
I hit the b*t*h with the red dot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Came in that b*t*h with my d**k out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She suckin', I'm f**kin', I told her, "Stop" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She suckin', I'm f**kin', I told her, "Stop" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm in this ho drinkin' pink pop (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm in this ho with some pink rocks (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma tell that b*t*h be the decoy, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma tell that b*t*h be the decoy, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm takin' heads-
And I take heads off
Uh, and I take heads off
Uh, rockstar sh*t like Kurt Cobain
Rockstar sh*t like Kurt Co'
F**k that b*t*h, go too insane
You know I put in work, ho
Copped a coupe, I'm switching lanes
You know I put it in turbo
Shawty keep askin' me for Burberry [?]
But you know I don't serve those
I'm a rockstar, I could've joined Slayer (Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar)
Got the drum in the car, that b*t*h a slayer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get put in a box for f**kin' with a player (What? Yeah, yeah)
AR in the box and it came with a laser (What? Yeah)
I go cook a opp, yeah, just like I cater, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I f**k on my thot, yeah, we met in Decatur (Yeah)
I go ball on that b*t*h, yeah, just like a Blazer (What? Yeah)
Can't start with the b*t*h, I link another one later (What?)
I gotta get it together (You dig?)
I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?)
Slide through the hood, yeah (What?)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh*t (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh*t (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah)
Uh, rockstar sh*t like Kurt Cobain
Rockstar sh*t like Kurt Co'
F**k that b*t*h, go too insane
You know I put in work, ho
Copped a coupe, I'm switching lanes
You know I put it in turbo
Shawty keep askin' me for Burberry [?]
But you know I don't serve those
I got these b*t*hes goin' crazy (Yeah)
I got these b*t*hes goin' crazy (Yeah)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I drive a coupe, you know it's the latest
Sellin' cocaine just like the '80s
I caught a body and went on vacation
She suckin' my d**k, I was on the PlayStation (Woo, woo)
I ride in a Demon, I took off, I'm racin'
I ride in a Demon, I feel like I'm Satan (Woo, woo)
I'm f**kin' these b*t*hes, I'm f**kin' these b*t*hes
I gave her some money to put in her savings (Woo, woo)
I popped me a molly and now I feel faded
Muhammad Ali, I feel like the greatest (Slatt, woo)
This n***a tried me and I left him hazy (Yeah, yeah)
I f**ked on this b*t*h, but she cannot date me (Woo, woo)
Uh, rockstar sh*t like Kurt Cobain
Rockstar sh*t like Kurt Co'
F**k that b*t*h, go too insane
You know I put in work, ho
Copped a coupe, I'm switching lanes
You know I put it in turbo
Shawty keep askin' me for Burberry [?]
But you know I don't serve those
Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these b*t*hes, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perkies on the private
We don't f**k with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just f**ked the pint up
I'm finna set up in your field
Get slimed, lil' b*t*h, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a b*t*h, yeah, the b*t*h so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' b*t*h
Kick the b*t*h out, I didn't need the b*t*h (Tssh)
I'm from the Flat, lil' n***as (Yeah)
We started trappin', n***a (Tssh)
We started rappin', n***a
These all black diamonds, n***a
Hang out with robbers, n***a
What you know about robbin' n***as?
What you know about TECs? (Tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh)
What you know about mobbin', n***a? (Slatt, tssh-tssh)
Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these b*t*hes, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perkies on the private
We don't f**k with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just f**ked the pint up
I'm finna set up in your field
Get slimed, lil' b*t*h, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a b*t*h, yeah, the b*t*h so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' b*t*h
I'm in this b*t*h with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherf**kin' n***as (Yeah)
We got them motherf**kin' choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, n***a, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don't f**k with these n***as (Yeah)
We see 'em, we punchin' them n***as (Yeah)
We upping the score on these n***as (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that
.762, they attack, so we stepped on him, he a capper
Anywhere where we at we spin again, we spin again
Them blue tips for the win
Tinted in the box so you can't see in
Yeah, we gonna rock out these shows together
Yeah, we gonna rock out these shows together
Yeah, me and Snotty for the win
Yeah, we gonna rock out these shows together
We sittin' in the spot, I hit up the plug and he bringing the low today
From the block we was sellin' the half, now got to the loft, now sellin' it whole today
We ain't bringing ya a** sh*t, tell a n***a come get it
Got fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen
Stomp on them boys if they claiming they Henches
Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss
Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss
Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss
Fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen
Fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen
Fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen
Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss
I'm in this b*t*h with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherf**kin' n***as (Yeah)
We got them motherf**kin' choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, n***a, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don't f**k with these n***as (Yeah)
We see 'em, we punchin' them n***as (Yeah)
We upping the score on these n***as (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that
I'm really not with telling lies (Yeah)
I really don't hang around guys (Yeah)
The streets treat me like a god (Yeah)
My b*t*h treat me like a God (Yeah)
Got a main and a side (Yeah, side)
F**k fame, I ride with the fire
Blow out the brain in the ride (Ugh)
Blow out the brain in the ride (Yeah)
I'm riding 'round town with a ratchet b*t*h (Ayy)
She say, "Carti, you back on your ratchet sh*t" (Ayy)
I rock diamonds, the Patek from Eliantte (What?)
Show me something that Carti not better than
If a n***a keep talking, we running in (Yeah)
Get that n***a kicked out like I'm punting it (Yeah)
On the block rolling dice and I'm going in (Yeah)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
I can't go nowhere without my Drac' (Yeah, yeah)
I can't go nowhere without my Drac' (What? What? Slatt)
I stay inside posted with my Drac' (Homicide, yeah)
I stay inside posted with my Drac' (Slatt, bah, bah, bah)
Gotta stay on point, can't make mistakes (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
Can't f**k with nobody, these n***as fake (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
Got hoes in the lobby, I'm finna take (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Got to pop outside, they want the TEC (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, house, house, house, house, house -
Yeah (Slatt), yeah (What?), hold up (What?), pour up (What?)
Yeah (What?), yeah (Slatt, what?), okay (What? Slatt, what?)
Ayy (What?), slatt (Slatt), ayy (Yeah, slatt)
Ayy (Okay), uh (Okay), ayy (Slatt, slatt)
I'm in this b*t*h, yeah (What?)
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit
I got a AK
Big a** stick (AK)
You could get hit (Bow, bow)
You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up)
You know that I'm booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up (Yeah, check it out)
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These b*t*hes don't give a f**k
They f**kin' on Cartier
My diamonds are Cartier
My watches are Cartier
She talkin' 'bout Cartier
I hit up my baby, yeah
I bought her some Cartier
Yeah, brand new Cartier (Yeah)
Two-tone (Hello)
Yeah, brand new Cartier
And I got a Rolls-Royce
It make the white folks stare
You think I give a f**k 'bout them?
Why the f**k you think I care?
B*t*h, I be everywhere
B*t*h, I'm good everywhere (Yeah)
Don't let my chain get under my shirt, air that sh*t out everywhere (Yeah)
Cartier, I got Cartier, yeah, everywhere
I'm in this b*t*h, yeah (What?)
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit
I got a AK
Big a** stick (Brr, AK)
You could get hit (Bow, bow)
You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up)
You know that I'm booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up (Yeah, check it out)
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These b*t*hes don't give a f**k (Yeah)
They f**kin' on Cartier
My diamonds like flashlight
I'm showin' my a** right (Showin' my a**)
I turned to the bad guy
I smoke out the pack right (What?)
I'm drinkin' the Act' right (Yeah, yeah)
My new b*t*h got cat eyes (Yeah)
I just be coolin' right here in the city
I bust on her face and it got on her t**ty (Yeah)
My pockets, they stuffed, yeah, my sh*t's never empty
I pulled up a hundred but only spent fifty (What?)
Then ate a banana, you know that I clip it (Uh)
I peel that b*t*h back and play clean like I'm Ricky (Uh, uh)
Your b*t*h, she pulled up to my crib
And she act like she ain't wanna suck it, persuade her to lick it (Suck it)
Come on, baby, just come give me head like condition
She brought her lil' friends, so I couldn't even pick it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been on the jet like my name was Scott Disick
I said I'm in this b*t*h, you better run the ballistics
Uh, I'm in this b*t*h, yeah (What?)
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit
I got a AK (What?)
Big a** stick (Brr, AK)
You could get hit (Bow, bow)
You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up)
You know that I'm booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up (Yeah, check it out)
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These b*t*hes don't give a f**k
They f**kin' on Cartier (Slatt, slatt)
F**kin' on Cartier (What?)
They f**kin' on Cartier (Lil Uzi)
They f**kin' on Cartier
F**kin' on Cartier (Talkin' 'bout)
They f**kin' on Cartier
They f**kin' on Cartier (Woo)
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah (Slatt), yeah (What?), hold up (What?), pour up (What? Yeah)
They f**kin' lil' Carti, yeah (What? Yeah, what? Yeah)
They f**kin' Lil Uzi, yeah (Yeah)
I got that Uzi tucked (What? Talkin' 'bout)
Yeah, I got that Uzi tucked (What? What?)
B*t*hes ain't shootin' us
These n***as ain't doin' nothin'
Huh, and I ride with the cooler
Huh, I f**ked on Medusa
Yeah, I came with the stick, yeah, yeah
Just call ’em, we’ll do ya
Yeah, I up on an opp, yeah, yeah
This b*t*h came fully, yeah, yeah
I shoot at your boy, yeah, yeah
I shoot at your shooter, huh, yeah
I’m taking off heads, yeah, yeah
I take off your ‘dulla
Yeah, I pop me an X, yeah, yeah
And now it’s a boof, huh
Opium Gang, you know, hold up
Yeah, okay, it’s Opium Gang you know, yeah
You could get stained for sure, yeah
Stay in your lane for sure, yeah
Blow out your brain for sure, yeah
Aim at thе opp for sure, yeah
Ready to aim for surе, yeah
I got a plane on my neck, hold up
I f**k that b*t*h on the jet, hold up
I got these diamonds so wet, hold up
I could go run up a check, yeah
I got these hoes going wild, huh
I got these hoes going wild, huh
I f**king all these hoes, huh
Like its going out of style, huh, what?
It’s a vibe, huh
Every time I pop out, huh, hold up
She’s not sad, huh, when those guns pop out, yeah, yeah
We some killers, huh, what you talking ’bout? Yeah, yeah
F**k ’em all, huh, run they a** out, huh
Me and F1lthy, yeah
I’m getting filthy, yeah
Too much money, yeah
This sh*t so filthy, yeah
F**k these n***as you could turn into a victim, yeah
No f**ks given, yeah, no f**ks given, yeah, yeah
I've been wearin' designer clothes (Yeah, yeah, expensive, yeah)
I've been f**kin' exotic hoes (Exotic hoes)
I've been f**kin' exotic hoes (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, yeah)
I'ma give that b*t*h that molly, ho (Yeah, yeah), yeah
I'ma crash out like Mario (Yeah), yeah
My boys, they batsh*t, I'm sorry, ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
These n***as pu**y, ho, you don't know, yeah (Yeah)
I've been on opium for the last ten days (Days, on opium)
Last ten days (I've been on opium)
Last ten days (I've been on opium, last ten, blatt, blatt)
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'ma pop out on a bad b*t*h, yeah, yeah (Pop out)
I'ma pop out, we gon' crash sh*t, yeah (Pop out)
We gon' blast it
Let 'em have it
Ha (What? What? Ayy)
Ooh (What? What? Slatt)
Ha (What? What? What? What? What? Yeah)
Ooh (What? What? What? What? What?)
Tell me what you want me to do (Woah, yeah)
Tell me what you want me to do (Slatt)
I can wear a business suit and speak proper (Proper)
Or I can put a hundred n***as on and buy them choppers (Choppers)
See, 'round my parts of town, that's how we get down (What?)
I'm from Fulton County, lil' b*t*h, that's no cap now (Yeah)
I went to school with some robbers and some killers
And half of them n***as dead or in jail, but f**k it, they my n***as (Yeah)
Basically, what I'm saying is, I can't change, but
But for you, I would do things and
Maybe one day I'd get on my knees and give you a diamond ring, uh
All sorts of things, yeah (Yeah)
All sorts of things, yeah (Oh)
I'll sort some things out (Ooh)
You got me turnt out
Ha (What? What? Ayy)
Ooh (What? What? Slatt)
Ha (What? What? What? What? What? Ayy)
Ooh (What? What? What? What? What? What?)
Uh, and I take heads off
I got some new cash
I got some new swag
I got some new packs
I got some new packs
And I take heads off
Uh, and I take heads off
I got some new cash
I got some new swag
I got some new packs
I got some new packs
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gonna take heads off
And my sh*t lookin' like bath salt (Yeah carti) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty got hot in the bad spot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hit the b*t*h, knockеd her brains out (Yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah)
I hit the b*t*h with the red dot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Came in that b*t*h with my d**k out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She suckin', I'm f**kin', I told her, "Stop" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She suckin', I'm f**kin', I told her, "Stop" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm in this ho drinkin' pink pop (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm in this ho with some pink rocks (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma tell that b*t*h be the decoy, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma tell that b*t*h be the decoy, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm takin' heads-
And I take heads off
Uh, and I take heads off
Uh, rockstar sh*t like Kurt Cobain
Rockstar sh*t like Kurt Co'
F**k that b*t*h, go too insane
You know I put in work, ho
Copped a coupe, I'm switching lanes
You know I put it in turbo
Shawty keep askin' me for Burberry [?]
But you know I don't serve those
I'm a rockstar, I could've joined Slayer (Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar)
Got the drum in the car, that b*t*h a slayer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get put in a box for f**kin' with a player (What? Yeah, yeah)
AR in the box and it came with a laser (What? Yeah)
I go cook a opp, yeah, just like I cater, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I f**k on my thot, yeah, we met in Decatur (Yeah)
I go ball on that b*t*h, yeah, just like a Blazer (What? Yeah)
Can't start with the b*t*h, I link another one later (What?)
I gotta get it together (You dig?)
I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?)
Slide through the hood, yeah (What?)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh*t (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh*t (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah)
Uh, rockstar sh*t like Kurt Cobain
Rockstar sh*t like Kurt Co'
F**k that b*t*h, go too insane
You know I put in work, ho
Copped a coupe, I'm switching lanes
You know I put it in turbo
Shawty keep askin' me for Burberry [?]
But you know I don't serve those
I got these b*t*hes goin' crazy (Yeah)
I got these b*t*hes goin' crazy (Yeah)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I drive a coupe, you know it's the latest
Sellin' cocaine just like the '80s
I caught a body and went on vacation
She suckin' my d**k, I was on the PlayStation (Woo, woo)
I ride in a Demon, I took off, I'm racin'
I ride in a Demon, I feel like I'm Satan (Woo, woo)
I'm f**kin' these b*t*hes, I'm f**kin' these b*t*hes
I gave her some money to put in her savings (Woo, woo)
I popped me a molly and now I feel faded
Muhammad Ali, I feel like the greatest (Slatt, woo)
This n***a tried me and I left him hazy (Yeah, yeah)
I f**ked on this b*t*h, but she cannot date me (Woo, woo)
Uh, rockstar sh*t like Kurt Cobain
Rockstar sh*t like Kurt Co'
F**k that b*t*h, go too insane
You know I put in work, ho
Copped a coupe, I'm switching lanes
You know I put it in turbo
Shawty keep askin' me for Burberry [?]
But you know I don't serve those
Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these b*t*hes, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perkies on the private
We don't f**k with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just f**ked the pint up
I'm finna set up in your field
Get slimed, lil' b*t*h, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a b*t*h, yeah, the b*t*h so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' b*t*h
Kick the b*t*h out, I didn't need the b*t*h (Tssh)
I'm from the Flat, lil' n***as (Yeah)
We started trappin', n***a (Tssh)
We started rappin', n***a
These all black diamonds, n***a
Hang out with robbers, n***a
What you know about robbin' n***as?
What you know about TECs? (Tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh)
What you know about mobbin', n***a? (Slatt, tssh-tssh)
Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these b*t*hes, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perkies on the private
We don't f**k with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just f**ked the pint up
I'm finna set up in your field
Get slimed, lil' b*t*h, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a b*t*h, yeah, the b*t*h so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' b*t*h
I'm in this b*t*h with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherf**kin' n***as (Yeah)
We got them motherf**kin' choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, n***a, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don't f**k with these n***as (Yeah)
We see 'em, we punchin' them n***as (Yeah)
We upping the score on these n***as (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that
.762, they attack, so we stepped on him, he a capper
Anywhere where we at we spin again, we spin again
Them blue tips for the win
Tinted in the box so you can't see in
Yeah, we gonna rock out these shows together
Yeah, we gonna rock out these shows together
Yeah, me and Snotty for the win
Yeah, we gonna rock out these shows together
We sittin' in the spot, I hit up the plug and he bringing the low today
From the block we was sellin' the half, now got to the loft, now sellin' it whole today
We ain't bringing ya a** sh*t, tell a n***a come get it
Got fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen
Stomp on them boys if they claiming they Henches
Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss
Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss
Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss
Fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen
Fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen
Fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen
Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss
I'm in this b*t*h with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherf**kin' n***as (Yeah)
We got them motherf**kin' choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, n***a, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don't f**k with these n***as (Yeah)
We see 'em, we punchin' them n***as (Yeah)
We upping the score on these n***as (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n***a (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that
I'm really not with telling lies (Yeah)
I really don't hang around guys (Yeah)
The streets treat me like a god (Yeah)
My b*t*h treat me like a God (Yeah)
Got a main and a side (Yeah, side)
F**k fame, I ride with the fire
Blow out the brain in the ride (Ugh)
Blow out the brain in the ride (Yeah)
I'm riding 'round town with a ratchet b*t*h (Ayy)
She say, "Carti, you back on your ratchet sh*t" (Ayy)
I rock diamonds, the Patek from Eliantte (What?)
Show me something that Carti not better than
If a n***a keep talking, we running in (Yeah)
Get that n***a kicked out like I'm punting it (Yeah)
On the block rolling dice and I'm going in (Yeah)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
I can't go nowhere without my Drac' (Yeah, yeah)
I can't go nowhere without my Drac' (What? What? Slatt)
I stay inside posted with my Drac' (Homicide, yeah)
I stay inside posted with my Drac' (Slatt, bah, bah, bah)
Gotta stay on point, can't make mistakes (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
Can't f**k with nobody, these n***as fake (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
Got hoes in the lobby, I'm finna take (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Got to pop outside, they want the TEC (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, house, house, house, house, house -
Yeah (Slatt), yeah (What?), hold up (What?), pour up (What?)
Yeah (What?), yeah (Slatt, what?), okay (What? Slatt, what?)
Ayy (What?), slatt (Slatt), ayy (Yeah, slatt)
Ayy (Okay), uh (Okay), ayy (Slatt, slatt)
I'm in this b*t*h, yeah (What?)
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit
I got a AK
Big a** stick (AK)
You could get hit (Bow, bow)
You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up)
You know that I'm booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up (Yeah, check it out)
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These b*t*hes don't give a f**k
They f**kin' on Cartier
My diamonds are Cartier
My watches are Cartier
She talkin' 'bout Cartier
I hit up my baby, yeah
I bought her some Cartier
Yeah, brand new Cartier (Yeah)
Two-tone (Hello)
Yeah, brand new Cartier
And I got a Rolls-Royce
It make the white folks stare
You think I give a f**k 'bout them?
Why the f**k you think I care?
B*t*h, I be everywhere
B*t*h, I'm good everywhere (Yeah)
Don't let my chain get under my shirt, air that sh*t out everywhere (Yeah)
Cartier, I got Cartier, yeah, everywhere
I'm in this b*t*h, yeah (What?)
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit
I got a AK
Big a** stick (Brr, AK)
You could get hit (Bow, bow)
You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up)
You know that I'm booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up (Yeah, check it out)
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These b*t*hes don't give a f**k (Yeah)
They f**kin' on Cartier
My diamonds like flashlight
I'm showin' my a** right (Showin' my a**)
I turned to the bad guy
I smoke out the pack right (What?)
I'm drinkin' the Act' right (Yeah, yeah)
My new b*t*h got cat eyes (Yeah)
I just be coolin' right here in the city
I bust on her face and it got on her t**ty (Yeah)
My pockets, they stuffed, yeah, my sh*t's never empty
I pulled up a hundred but only spent fifty (What?)
Then ate a banana, you know that I clip it (Uh)
I peel that b*t*h back and play clean like I'm Ricky (Uh, uh)
Your b*t*h, she pulled up to my crib
And she act like she ain't wanna suck it, persuade her to lick it (Suck it)
Come on, baby, just come give me head like condition
She brought her lil' friends, so I couldn't even pick it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been on the jet like my name was Scott Disick
I said I'm in this b*t*h, you better run the ballistics
Uh, I'm in this b*t*h, yeah (What?)
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit
I got a AK (What?)
Big a** stick (Brr, AK)
You could get hit (Bow, bow)
You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up)
You know that I'm booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up (Yeah, check it out)
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These b*t*hes don't give a f**k
They f**kin' on Cartier (Slatt, slatt)
F**kin' on Cartier (What?)
They f**kin' on Cartier (Lil Uzi)
They f**kin' on Cartier
F**kin' on Cartier (Talkin' 'bout)
They f**kin' on Cartier
They f**kin' on Cartier (Woo)
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah (Slatt), yeah (What?), hold up (What?), pour up (What? Yeah)
They f**kin' lil' Carti, yeah (What? Yeah, what? Yeah)
They f**kin' Lil Uzi, yeah (Yeah)
I got that Uzi tucked (What? Talkin' 'bout)
Yeah, I got that Uzi tucked (What? What?)
B*t*hes ain't shootin' us
These n***as ain't doin' nothin'
Huh, and I ride with the cooler
Huh, I f**ked on Medusa
Yeah, I came with the stick, yeah, yeah
Just call ’em, we’ll do ya
Yeah, I up on an opp, yeah, yeah
This b*t*h came fully, yeah, yeah
I shoot at your boy, yeah, yeah
I shoot at your shooter, huh, yeah
I’m taking off heads, yeah, yeah
I take off your ‘dulla
Yeah, I pop me an X, yeah, yeah
And now it’s a boof, huh
Opium Gang, you know, hold up
Yeah, okay, it’s Opium Gang you know, yeah
You could get stained for sure, yeah
Stay in your lane for sure, yeah
Blow out your brain for sure, yeah
Aim at thе opp for sure, yeah
Ready to aim for surе, yeah
I got a plane on my neck, hold up
I f**k that b*t*h on the jet, hold up
I got these diamonds so wet, hold up
I could go run up a check, yeah
I got these hoes going wild, huh
I got these hoes going wild, huh
I f**king all these hoes, huh
Like its going out of style, huh, what?
It’s a vibe, huh
Every time I pop out, huh, hold up
She’s not sad, huh, when those guns pop out, yeah, yeah
We some killers, huh, what you talking ’bout? Yeah, yeah
F**k ’em all, huh, run they a** out, huh
Me and F1lthy, yeah
I’m getting filthy, yeah
Too much money, yeah
This sh*t so filthy, yeah
F**k these n***as you could turn into a victim, yeah
No f**ks given, yeah, no f**ks given, yeah, yeah
I've been wearin' designer clothes (Yeah, yeah, expensive, yeah)
I've been f**kin' exotic hoes (Exotic hoes)
I've been f**kin' exotic hoes (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, yeah)
I'ma give that b*t*h that molly, ho (Yeah, yeah), yeah
I'ma crash out like Mario (Yeah), yeah
My boys, they batsh*t, I'm sorry, ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
These n***as pu**y, ho, you don't know, yeah (Yeah)
I've been on opium for the last ten days (Days, on opium)
Last ten days (I've been on opium)
Last ten days (I've been on opium, last ten, blatt, blatt)
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'ma pop out on a bad b*t*h, yeah, yeah (Pop out)
I'ma pop out, we gon' crash sh*t, yeah (Pop out)
We gon' blast it
Let 'em have it
Ha (What? What? Ayy)
Ooh (What? What? Slatt)
Ha (What? What? What? What? What? Yeah)
Ooh (What? What? What? What? What?)
Tell me what you want me to do (Woah, yeah)
Tell me what you want me to do (Slatt)
I can wear a business suit and speak proper (Proper)
Or I can put a hundred n***as on and buy them choppers (Choppers)
See, 'round my parts of town, that's how we get down (What?)
I'm from Fulton County, lil' b*t*h, that's no cap now (Yeah)
I went to school with some robbers and some killers
And half of them n***as dead or in jail, but f**k it, they my n***as (Yeah)
Basically, what I'm saying is, I can't change, but
But for you, I would do things and
Maybe one day I'd get on my knees and give you a diamond ring, uh
All sorts of things, yeah (Yeah)
All sorts of things, yeah (Oh)
I'll sort some things out (Ooh)
You got me turnt out
Ha (What? What? Ayy)
Ooh (What? What? Slatt)
Ha (What? What? What? What? What? Ayy)
Ooh (What? What? What? What? What? What?)
