Playboi Carti Kelly K

And I only fuck with thick hoes

White hoe, let’s go, that’s my type though

White hoe, let’s go, white hoes

And I only fuck with-

Let’s go

And I only fuck rich hoe

And I only fuck with thick hoes

White hoe, let’s go

White hoe, let’s go

And I only fuck with thick hoes

And I only fuck with thick hoes

Black hoe, let’s go

Black hoe, let’s go

She just need a nigga oh with a check though

Moving to slow move to the left hoe

Moving to slow move to the left hoe

Hurry up, we hoppin’ on this jet though

And I only fuck with thick hoe

I’m a skinny nigga you see these tight clothes

Piped up, yeah I’m piped hoe

Come and get piped for the night hoe

Designer drugs and I need some ice hoe

A lot of hoes yeah I need some condoms

Fuckin with young Carti you’ll get high hoe

You riding too slow, are you high hoe

Are you high hoe

Come and sip some drank pop some pills, come get high hoe

We been on a jet, we so high, we on fly mode

I be flexing on these niggas, pop, but they pop mode

With my eyes closed

I’m on bang bros

I got hella hoes, I got hella hoes

Got that nasty flow

She get nasty though…

And I only fuck rich hoes

And I only fuck with thick hoes

White hoe, let’s go

White hoe, let’s go

And I only fuck with thick hoes

And I only fuck with thick hoes

Black hoe, let’s go

Black hoe, let’s go

Hoe I’m flexed up

Lookin’ like who next up, called your face up

I just got my check up, got my cash up

You can’t get no check cause, get your bands up

Face down, ass up

Fuck around the club with your hands up

Fuck around the club I’m no dancer

Keep that pole on me, I might just blam yah

Keep that pole on me I told the man no

Walk inside that bit I’m in extendo

I’m a walkin’ lick bitch where your camera

If she want that whole thing I give her sample

The way I stall that bitch, like where your man go

Fuckin’ on this bitch inside the bando

Suckin’ on this dick there is no handle

I just turned this bitch into my main hoe

And I only fuck with rich hoe

And I only fuck with thick hoes

White hoe, let’s go

White hoe, let’s go

And I only fuck with thick hoes

And I only fuck with thick hoes

White hoe, let’s go

Black hoe, let’s go

And I only fuck rich hoe

And I only fuck with thick hoes

White hoe, let’s go

White hoe, let’s go

And I only fuck with thick hoe

And I only fuck with thick hoes

Black hoe, let’s go

Black hoe, let’s go

Yeah my main hoe, take that dirty money hoe

To the bank hoe

First you flip a birdy hoe, make a name hoe

I go seven-thirty hoe

On the drank hoe (Ooh, lean)

Like what you drank, hoe?

I pour up that pink hoe, ease’a pink doe

All up In my styrofoam, I’m on lean hoe

She say she so lonely doe

Lean on me hoe

I might give your bitch the bone, not no leash, hoe

I just want lil’ dome, from a free hoe

I ain’t with the cuffin’ hoe, that ain’t me hoe

I just like to press a hoe, like that me hoe

Feelin’ in yo’ chest hoe, that’s OG hoe

Think I need a G4, this for me hoe

Designer shit, no cheap clothes

You a thief hoe

I throw out the bank roll

Then that thang go

(Yah!)

Playboi Carti Middle Of The Summer

[Playboi Carti:]

You know what I’m saying?

You know I seen Keisha and them back there

Yeah, Keisha

That muhfucker ring a lil’ bit

You know what I’m saying?

Know what I’m saying, real playa shit

Me and my bitch lit

Yeah, me and my homie

We do this shit with my hitman

I said, we do this shit for a big boy Patek

Walk in that shit

Taker over that thing

I’m in the hood where niggas, don’t bother me [check it out]

Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan [check it out]

Shawty gon’ fuck, shawty gon’ swallow me [check it out]

Shawty gon’ get on top of me

Out at his house in the summertime

Ain’t no boys fucking with Carti, nah!

[Red Coldhearted:]

I’m in this bitch with young Carti [Carti]

Riding ’round with the top down

All of these bitches so naughty

They tryna fuck on us right now

If Carti with it, them I’m riding

Got a hunnid on the neck

Ain’t no stopping, bitch, I’m popping

You see this Rollie and this chain

Bitch, I’m so icy, I’m cocky

Just dropped a fifty on my jeweler

And told him, “Make sure its shiny!”

It’s Coldhearted and she got a stick

Right beside me, I’ma let it hit

I ain’t really with the sucker shit

These niggas around me you know they with it

Yeah, these niggas around me you know they with it

They toting the Glocks and the dirty sticks, yeah

A pack of hunters they gon’ pull up quick, yeah

They ready for war, yeah

You know they with it, yeah

[Playboi Carti:]

(Me and my bitch lit)

(Yeah my and my homie)

(We do this shit with my hitman)

You know what I’m saying?

I can’t really complain about shit, man

(I said we do this shit for a big boy Patek)

Everything good, you know what I’m saying?

(Walk in that shit)

(Take over that thing)

Don’t give a fuck what it look like

I’m in the hood where niggas, don’t bother me (check it out)

Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out)

Shawty gon’ fuck, shawty gon’ swallow me (check it out)

Shawty gon’ get on top of me

Out at his house in the summertime

Ain’t no boys fucking with Carti, nah!

I’m in the hood where niggas, don’t bother me (check it out)

Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out)

Shawty gon’ fuck, shawty gon’ swallow me (check it out)

Shawty gon’ get on top of me

I’m in the hood where niggas, don’t bother me (check it out)

Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out)

Shawty gon’ fuck, shawty gon’ swallow me (check it out)

Shawty gon’ get on top of me

I’m in the hood where niggas, don’t bother me (check it out)

Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out)

Shawty gon’ fuck, shawty gon’ swallow me (check it out)

Shawty gon’ get on top of me

Playboi Carti Splur Gang

[Playboi Carti:]

Unh, money bags

Bags, nigga cash, splur

Money bags nigga, ey

[ThouxanbandFauni:]

Bling bling bling my language not no chit-chat

I pull up to the Fendi shorty swear on this and that

The taste you tastin’ in her mouth that’s just my aftermath

You say you counted seven stacks but I done spended that

Don’t hit my line with all that hot shit just say that I need that

I see these niggas plottin’, they don’t even know I’m strapped

[Playboi Carti:]

Unh, splur, splur, splur, splur, splur

Cash, cash, splur

[UnoTheActivist:]

Young nigga juggin’ on the flat

Young nigga juggin’ had to get it back

I’m a young nigga, I be on that four shit

I be with my young niggas, they on they go-dumb shit

And a young nigga tryna make a shade

Young nigga, every day I’m gettin’ baked

Young nigga juggin’ in LA

Young nigga cool in ghetto shades

[Playboi Carti:]

Unh, splur, splur, splur, splur, splur

Cash, cash, splur

[ThouxanbandFauni:]

Bling bling bling my language not no chit-chat

I pull up to the Fendi shorty swear on this and that

The taste you tastin’ in her mouth that’s just my aftermath

You say you counted seven stacks but I done spended that

Don’t hit my line with all that hot shit just say that I need that

I see these niggas plottin’, they don’t even know I’m strapped

[Playboi Carti:]

Unh, splur, splur, splur, splur, splur

Cash, cash, splur

[ThouxanbandFauni:]

Don’t hit my line with that hot shit just say that you need that

I see these niggas plottin’, they don’t even know I’m strapped

She say, Fauni you ain’t shit except for this and that

I put my dick out on that bitch, she started kissin’ that

And if you ain’t talkin’ bout bread boy, I’ll be gettin’ that

Drugs or hoes, either way you know I’m hittin’ that

I don’t wear floral boy I just smoke it straight out the back

LA can see my whole existence, y’all be dissin’ that

I’m puttin’ niggas on, I swear to God I’m givin’ back

And if you push me to the limit, you’ll regret that

Compared to mine, some diamonds in your mouth look like some plaque

Final Fantasy, I’m savin’ clouds like I am zack

Can’t be no trendy nigga because that shit so wack

Chattanooga Tennessee where I spent my summers at

Lived in the city

Lived in the suburbs

Burnin’ purp, burnin’ bands, burnin’ rubber

Gettin’ more green gettin’ flubber

Gettin’ more green gettin’ flubber

All these unfamiliars round me always lookin’ at

Is it cause the chick I’m with you probably thought you had?

Lookin’ fabulous when I jug you just throw it in the back

[Playboi Carti:]

Ey yeah baby, go ‘head and throw that in the back that ain’t shit

Niggas over here gettin’ money, nigga, money bags, nigga

Money bags, ya, ey, unh

Ey, designer this, designer that

Ey, exotic bitch, exotic pack

I can’t bitch on the scene, boy, I’m in the trap

She can’t wear no leggings around me, boy, I don’t like that

Sick his bitch with my wrist, he ain’t like that

Loud pack, rollin’ on my iPad

These Versace shades, I can’t see that

All white bricks, all white bricks, my Chanel bag

I’m just life for life

I still took that flight

Fucked her the first night

Syrup sit on ice

Cash my appetite

These niggas ain’t right

These niggas ain’t right

I’m loaded on sight

Damn

Ey, Cash Carti man, UnoTheActivist man

You fauni nigga?

Shouts to my nigga King [?] on [?]

This shit nae nae

You don’t know nothin’ bout this shit boy

We out

Playboi Carti Fetti

[Playboi Carti:]

I just left Houston, I just left Earth

Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt

Got some hoes who gon’ fuck

I’m still pouring up

I can see in his face

Designer on my waist

Now you all in her face

That ho give me face

That ho give me faith (damn)

That ho give me faithce

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

Fetti on Fetti

[Da$H:]

I can’t go in I ain’t ready

I can’t go in I ain’t ready

That drank on me heavy

I can’t go in I ain’t ready

I can’t go in I ain’t ready

Them pills kicking heavy

I can’t go in I ain’t ready

I can’t go in I ain’t ready

That 40 too heavy

I can’t go in I ain’t ready

I can’t go in I ain’t ready

Just count up my fetti

So

Yeah, So

Mr. Never Lacking

Bust a package, bills can get paid off of rappin’

Still I keep to trappin’

Used to hunnid sack it

Now I fuck a actress

Shit I’m just thinkin how it happened

Had to get explicit, had to make it listen

Moving out them pounds, niggas started snitchin’

Loading up them rounds, niggas started missin’

Move it out of town, and Tommy Cruise the mission

Converse with my addictions

Don’t talk I just listen

Five drugs that I’m mixin’

Money only thing on my vision

Infatuated with them semis and ‘matics

All of my niggas is thugs with some habits

Like Ring on TV, we been with the static

I fuck on this bitch and she say she from Athens

Opiated so I’m demonstrating my emotion less

Got some real niggas quotin’ this

Got yo main bitch hoein’, shit

Lost a few things as of recent

Life is anything but decent

Blow the re-up on my teeth

Is the only time you catch me cheesin’

[Playboi Carti:]

I just left Houston, I just left Earth

Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt

Got some hoes who gon’ fuck

I’m still pouring up

I can see in his face

Designer on my waist

Now you all in her face

That ho give me face

That ho give me faith (damn)

That ho give me faithce

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

Fetti on Fetti

[Maxo Kream:]

Shipping a pack and it’s vacuum sealed

30 on 40, keep that concealed

Just bought a pint, I’m a crack the seal

Strap on my side like a Navy SEAL

Three in the morning, we trapping still

Matte black on rover, the bat mobile

Don’t trust that nigga cause he gon squeal

Not buying shit if the pack not sealed

I’m faded, I’m faded, off xannies I’m wasted

My bitches they nasty they suck it and taste it

I’m short on my patience, I’m serving my patient

I’m very impatient, little bitch come get naked

Pack coming in but I don’t need to weigh it

Choppa en route I shoot once and you spraying

Can’t come in my trap the front door is gated

My prices inflated, my plug name is David

Dripping thru the city got a little bitch in Babee’Os

Fucked me on the spot cause she heard me on the radio

3 bitches run to me, that’s a perfect ratio

Don’t wanna fuck the ho, I just want fellatio

Let her play with the nut, put it in her booty hole

Pop a couple pills and I beat it like a stereo

Stuffed cup, backwoods, riding ’round, merry-go

Cup need a oil change, Actavis I love to po’

Hit a stain, hogging lanes, gripping grain getting throwed

Leave you brains in the grain, you another John Doe

No holds barred when you see me I let it go

No mo’ ‘gars so we rolling up the fronto

No mo ‘gars cause we rollin out the fronto

I’m in H-town, nigga, and I can never go

[Playboi Carti:]

I just left Houston, I just left Earth

Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt

Got some hoes who gon’ fuck

I’m still pouring up

I can see in his face

Designer on my waist

Now you all in her face

That ho give me face

That ho give me faith (damn)

That ho give me faithce

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

I can’t go in, I ain’t ready

Fetti on Fetti

Playboi Carti Break The Bank

[Playboi Carti:]

Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

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[Lil Uzi Vert:]

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

Diamonds wet like, ooh

Diamonds wet like, ooh

[Playboi Carti:]

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

Diamonds wet like sink

Diamonds wet like chain

Diamonds wet like ooh

Diamonds wet like lake

I’ma break the bank

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

Diamonds wet like pond

Diamonds wet like lake

How much can you make?

How much can you make?

You ain’t got no cake

You ain’t got no cake

Lookin’ at your Rollie

I can’t tell the day

Lookin’ at your chain, man

All your diamonds fake

And I be getting money

But no we can’t relate

I been getting money

But no we can’t relate

Feel like I’m on time but I’m really an hour late

What you pay for your Bentley what I pay for my Range

So basically what I’m saying stay in your price range

Bad lil’ foreign bitch with me, yeah she from Iran

And when you see me chase the money, only time I ran

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

Diamonds wet like, ooh

Diamonds wet like, ooh

[Playboi Carti:]

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

Diamonds wet like sink

Diamonds wet like chain

Diamonds wet like ooh

Diamonds wet like lake

I’ma break the bank

Man, my hoe so bad

Man, she need to stop

Posted with the bag

All up on the block

I shoot at the opps

All these niggas talk

Man just check the watch

Choppa make you hip-hop

Choppa make ’em body rock

Fuckin’ on his little thot

Pull up on yo’ block with a fuckin’ mop

All these niggas sound like Carti they some mocks

Shawty wanna fuck me ’cause I got the guap

Hoppin’ off a jet, I had to check the charts

Bought that hoe a Fendi bag she tryna pop like tart

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

Diamonds wet like, ooh

Diamonds wet like, ooh

[Playboi Carti:]

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

Diamonds wet like sink

Diamonds wet like chain

Diamonds wet like ooh

Diamonds wet like lake

I’ma break the bank

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

Carti off the Wock

Bitch I’m on the Xan, geekin’ off the bar

Bitch I’m on the moon, talkin’ to the stars

Choppa hit like fan, sounds like a guitar

Bitch you talk too much, call my phone too much, then I hit ignore

Carti hit me up, said, “I got the twins,” boy I hit ’em raw

I do not shop at the mall, but I do flex in the mall

I keep my stick in the car

I take my nine to the mall, I take my nine to the mall

I swear my pockets got large, walk around pockets on large

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

Diamonds wet like, ooh

Diamonds wet like, ooh

[Playboi Carti:]

I’ma break the bank

I’ma break the bank

Diamonds wet like sink

Diamonds wet like chain

Diamonds wet like ooh

Diamonds wet like lake

I’ma break the bank

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Playboi Carti Let It Go

I’m with Dro, got that pack, going for the low

I think the Xans tryna tell me something

I came in with a cool hundred

And I got some bitches coming

And I got some bitches calling

I’m with Dro got that pack goin’ for the low

Sell a P sell, sell a O, sell it for the low

If she top, I’m in love, Imma let it go

Let it go, on your block, we gon’ do a show

Let it go on your block, I might do a show

He a pussy, he a opp, he gon call the po’

All my niggas they on go, they on fucking go

Got the pole with the scope, know I keep a pole

Why these niggas, why these mans actin like some hoes?

In my Ksubi Jeans, bankroll, bankroll, bankroll

That bitch all on me, Terio, Terio, Terio

Got a stripper bitch that depend on me J-Lo J-Lo J-Lo

I came in with a cool hundred

And I got some bitches coming

And I got some bitches calling

I’m with Dro, got that pack, goin’ for the low

Sell a P sell, sell a O, sell it for the low

If she 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 up to the sun

Fuck my PO, he know I got hella guns

And shoutout my OG, he know I keep in 1

Fuck that AGP, he know I run the farm

Hit him with the pump, leave him in the trunk

Would have fucked your baby momma but it stunk

Beat a nigga ass, leave him on the lawn

I came in with a cool hundred

And I got some bitches coming

And I got some bitches calling

I’m with Dro got that pack goin’ for the low

Sell a P sell, sell a O, sell it for the low

If she top, I’m in love, Imma let it go

Let it go, on your block, we gon’ do a show

Playboi Carti #PRAY #4 #ME

Uh, I got a date with the devil

I’m a rockstar, heavy metal, yeah

You see a opp car? Bitch, push the pedal (skkrt! skkrt!)

Boy, you gon’ need some more tryna get on my level

Uh, I can’t go to jail no more! (I can’t do it!)

I put that on my grandma soul

Got a spanish bitch, she love to do the most

If my money low you know I’m kickin’ doors

Jugg my lifestyle…

Your bitch get piped down

Left the block, damn, it’s a drought now

Michael Phelps, I can clear the drought, wow!

Uh, Carti that be, two hoes on me, two fo’s on me

You don’t know me don’t know shit about me!

Playboi Carti Location

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, what, what!

You cannot hop in my car

Bentley coupe riding with stars

Yeah, what, what!

I keep a Glock like a cop

Aye, yeah!

She givin’ top in the drop

Yeah, aye!

Diamonds they wet on my arms

Tats on my neck and my arms

Tats on my neck and my arms

Diamonds they wet on my arms

Tats on my neck and my arms

Diamonds they wet on my arms

Tats on my neck and my arms

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what!

Yeah, what, what, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Tats on my neck and my arm

Tats on my neck and my… ohh yeah!

Ugh, ohh

In this bitch going crazy

Ugh, yeah

I whip this shit like a baby

Ugh, yeah, yeah

I fuck yo bitch that’s my baby

Yeah, yeah

I treat yo bitch like my lady

Ugh, ugh

Shawty bend back like the matrix

Curge whip it up like the 80s

I’m in the kitchen go crazy

I just want me a Mercedes

Pillow we totin’.380’s

Pull up I sent the location

Pull up I sent the location

Yeah, what, what!

You cannot hop in my car

Bentley coupe riding with stars

Yeah, what, what!

I keep a Glock like a cop

Aye, yeah!

She givin’ top in the drop

Yeah, aye!

Diamonds they wet on my arms

Tats on my neck and my arms

Tats on my neck and my arms

Diamonds they went on my arms

Tats on my neck and my arms

Diamonds they went on my arms

Tats on my neck and my arms

Tats on my neck and my arm, tats on my neck and my arm

Tats on my neck and my arm, tats on my neck and my arm

Tats on my neck and my arm, tats on my neck and my arm

Playboi Carti Outchea

Where the bad hoes from Tokyo?

With they bape on and they hair short

But my money long I don’t say shit

I just pull up and they escort

Fuck a passport roll that Kush blunt

Get you higher than before

See the whole world with your eyes low

And your mouth closed you speechless (yeah)

She bend it back with no attitude

If this your girl then she creeping (damn)

Burn one and she gone (gone)

Burn two and I’m thrown (thrown)

Test drive that new whip (skrt)

Pull up too high in this bitch (bitch)

These white hoes love this pimp (this pimp)

They pops say stay from that nigga

Aye I’m sipping on this tea, getting lit (gettin’ lit)

Chiefing on this tree (this tree), getting hit (gettin’ hit)

Fuck all the cash I spend (all the cash)

I’m plotting on niggas tryna plot on my riches (ay)

I’m ducking from the bitches while I’m chasing these millions (ay)

Teenage dreams nigga hold on my feelings (Carti)

Fast life bitch, Nascar chilling

Catch me with my clique with a forty and a knit

With a Cannon on record cause I’m doing this shit

Aye doing this shit, outchea straight doing this shit

Catch me with my clique with a forty and a knit

With a Cannon on record cause I’m doing this shit

Aye doing this shit, outchea straight doing this shit

678 (ay)

Shrimp on my plate

But the bread on the way, freshly baked (ay)

I’ve been waiting all day (ay)

Now the clouds all grey

From blowing this haze (ay)

Niggas gon’ hate

That’s cool with me

I’m a flossy nigga

Cause talk is cheap and you a salty nigga

I can smell you B

It’s Cartier

You can’t fuck with me

Check my wrist bruh

Like what time it be

Playboi Carti Chill Freestyle

Tell these niggas chill man (tell these niggas chill)

They gon’ want beef, I always keep the steel

Hatin’ on my music (uh) or my sex appeal

You know I got them ho’s, can’t take no ho for real (can’t take no ho for real)

Money make the world go (money make the world go)

Money make them panties go (money make them panties go)

I’m off them Xannies though (Xannies ho)

Carti, I got many ho’s

Old money, new hundreds, nigga pray for me

Young shooter, twin pistols, nigga pray for ’em

Damn my life I been this way, nigga stop mocking me

Go in the pistol shop with me man, I can’t do no lease (hell nah)

Like real shit, nigga hatin’ on me, nigga on my dick

Know I’m out here gettin’ rich, I’m with my clique

Your bitch choosin’ me, she want this shit

When I woke up, [?] in my swag

Gained off the flips and I spend a couple racks

And I’m on this lean so, I can’t feel my face

And I got this bad bitch, she gon’ give me face

Tell these niggas chill man (tell these niggas chill)

They gon’ want beef, I always keep the steel

Hatin’ on my music (uh) or my sex appeal

You know I got them ho’s, can’t take no ho for real (can’t take no ho for real)

Money make the world go (money make the world go)

Money make them panties go (money make them panties go)

I’m off them Xannies tho (Xannies ho)

Carti, I got many ho’s (damn)

(Old money, new hundreds, nigga pray for me)

Splur, Splur, Ayy, Damn

(Young shootas, twin pistols, nigga pray for me)