Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that shit (yeah, yeah)
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that
Okay, okay
Pussy ass nigga just talk shit
Pussy ass nigga just talk shit (yeah, okay)
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that shit (check it out, check it out)
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout

Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh
Second place, can't be in my face, oh, nah
Deep pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel
Fat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here
Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel
I'm growin' me some horns, baby, I'm from hell
Southside,

Fuck a thot in the coupe, oh, yeah
Got a pint full of red, oh, yeah, yeah (slatt)
Fuck a thot in the coupe, oh, yeah
Got a pint full of red, oh, yeah, yeah
In the back with the slatt, all red (slatt)

Bentley coupe with a bitch all red (uh)
In a coupe and the seats all r

In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, I'm throwin' that bih' like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb, throwin' that ho like a quarterback

Ice on my face, woah, bitches tryna chase, wo

Yeah, uh
I got Pi'erre on this beat (yeah)
I got these hoes in this bitch (yeah)
Carats, they all in my ear (yeah, uh, yeah)

I got Pi'erre on this beat (yeah)
I got these hoes in this bitch (yeah)
Carats, they all in my ear (yeah, uh, uh, uh)

Fuckin' on all these

[Playboi Carti]
I fell in love, fell in love
But that's okay, 'cause we in love
Oh my God, I fell in love
I fell in love, with the love
Show me love, I give you love
Fell in love, I fell in love
I want in for the love
Just show me love, just show me love
I fel

All of these bitches, they mad, ooh
All of these niggas, they mad, ooh
All of these bitches, they mad, ooh
All of these niggas, they mad, ooh
I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh
I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh
I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh
Ooh, walk with a b

Yeah
What?
(Yo, pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
What? What?
What? What?
Yeah
Yeah

I'm thinkin' 'bout dyin' my hair red just to look like a pint of red
I like all of my cups so dirty, I been sippin' that bloody mary
I mix all of my problems and prometh' un

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 give the top in the drop
Yeah, aye

No cap and gown I ain't go to class
I rather die before I come in last

I ain't felt like this in a long time
I ain't felt like this in a long time

I ain't have shit in a long time
Just to feel like this it took a long time (yeah)
Just to feel like this it took a long

Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp
And I'm on the block, and I'm on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide it in my sock, selling that rerock

In New York I Milly

Look at these diamonds, they shinin'
Look at these bitches, they lyin'
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny
I just called up Avianne
I don't got no stylist
All my planes are privates
Perkys on the privates
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills
I

They tryna be cray (mm, yeah)
They tryna be cray (mm, yeah)
She wanna meet carti (carti)
That bitch is a barbie (yeah)
I'ma fuck these hoes (ooh)
I'm on 730
Got a brand new pack like kid cudi (brand new)
I smoke dope like kid cudi
Push up and get the slugs from me

You was laughin' at me
You was laughin' at me, fucknigga
It's a hundred opps, nigga (yeah)
29

You mad at me? Hold up, hold on
Hey, nah
On these shoppin' sprees, overseas, hold up, hold on (hey)
Hell nah
We pop bottles, we pop bottles, we like models now, what?

Yeah

I'ma go fuck that bitch (yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (yeah)
Shawty gon' suck this dick (yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (yeah)
That's a pull-up, bitch (yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch
I smash that thot then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit

Watch

What? What? What? What?
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit

I told my boy: Go roll like ten blunts for me
I told my boy: Go roll like ten blunts for me
I'm tryna get high till I can't feel nothin'
I'm tryna get high till I can't feel nothin'

I could fall out the

I ain't been up on the block in a minute, uh
I been mixing up the wock' with the minute, uh
I been building up the blocks like a meanie (uh, uh)
Eliantte got water, dripping out the ceiling (huh, uh)

Oh my God, huh, boy, he got his Glock (huh)
Oh my God, huh, boy, that boy