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[intro: yeat & playboi carti]
yeah, i came with a bl!ck, i just brought the fire
(senk, pop it up)
i can’t f_ck with none of these lames, they a f_ckin’ lie
(sonic boom)
blatt, bih’, blatt, hold up

[verse: playboi carti]
racks, i got racks (yeah)
money in my pants make me sag (yeah)
my b_tch on my d_ck, she got me mad (yeah)
i pull glock 9s and i blast (blatt, blast, hol’ up)

i got black flag on my ass, hol’ up (black flag)
shawty wanna f_ck on carti ’cause he got cash (he got cash)
i got chrome hearts (i got chrome heart)
i got die hards (i got die hard)
i got bad b_tches (i got bad), they in college park (they in college)
i’m on the southside (i’m on the south), i got a glock 9 (i got a glock 9)
and it’s 29, blatt, blatt, hol’ up (b_tch, slatt, yeah)
f_ck your side, hold up (f_ck your side)
n_gga, we talking ’bout cash, young n_gga got monеy
n_gga, we talking ’bout bags, keep popping bags now (two bags, yeah)

i’m on the block with thе gats and i’m gon’ tax now
i’m on the block with the glock and i’m gon’ wack now (blatt, yeah)
ap watch, it’s two_tone (two, two, ap)
gon’ f_ck that b_tch, riding home, yeah (f_ck that bih’, riding home)
i’m on the block, i’m in the zone (i’m on the block, i’m in the zone)
don’t get me out my zone (don’t get me out my zone)
get me out my zone (bad b_tch)
bad b_tch, yeah, she tryna get flown (blah, check it out)
bad b_tches tryna rock vlone (yeah, check it out)
yeah, r.i.p. x, n_gga
tatted on my chest, n_gga
b_tterfly doors on the ‘vette, n_gga

[verse: yeat]
yeah, i came with a bl!ck, i just brought the fire (bah)
i can’t f_ck with none of these lames, they a f_ckin’ lie (rah)
b_tch, you know this get insane, you could f_ckin’ die (yeah, yeah)
i just pulled up in a bentley, it got frog eyes (yeah, woo, yeah)

i’m a fire guy, walked inside the building with some grease, i’m serving five guys (woo)
you don’t got no racks, don’t got no bags, you can’t even f_ck with us, ah (woo)
you ain’t got your swag, you ain’t got no bags, you can’t even f_ck with us, ah (yeah, broke)

they some haters, they ain’t f_ckin’ with the mob, ah (no)
b_tch, you broke, that ain’t with me, that’s not my job (nah)
all my money do a jump, it do a jog, ah (lil’ jog)
make him pull up with the bl!ck, yeah, we gon’ stretch him (bah_bah_bah)
all my pockets overloaded, it’s overwhelming, ah (ah)
how you know ’bout all this sh_t? man, you a f_ckin’ spy (rah)
we got mob ties, baby got a felon (bah, bah, bah, bah)
f_ckin’ on your thot, she suckin’ d_ck, she bring the mail in (go)

b_tch, i get the head, i get her melon
ridin’ ’round the city like a demon, like a villain
b_tch, i take these percocets all day, i ain’t got no feeling (phew)
ridin’ in a double_r tonka, baby, stars in the ceiling (woo)
ooh, yeah, hey (hey), walkin’ in the building, i’ma gon’ pull it up (woo)
we been up all day, i’m off adderall (okay)
i just pulled up in a lamb’, no, i’m not your friend (f_ck ’em)
f_ckin’ on your thot, f_ckin’ on your friend (huh, yeah, f_ck ’em)
i can’t f_ck with n0body, that’s not my best friend (not my friend)
i just bought a brand new chain, a brand new necklace, yeah
ridin’ in a bentley, ridin’ in a tank

i can’t f_ck with n0body, i’m sellin’ stain (stain)
i just took a percocet, i took a crank, i’m insane
yeah, i came with a bl!ck, i just brought the fire (bah)
i can’t f_ck with none of these lames, they a f_ckin’ lie (rah)

[verse: playboi carti]
these b_tches f_ck me ’cause they know i’m with cudi (buddy)
i’m smokin’ dope like i’m kid cudi (blatt, cudi)
i f_cked your b_tch and i might f_ck her buddy, hol’ up (buddy)
racks, i got racks (yeah)
money in my pants make me sag (yeah)
my b_tch on my d_ck, she got me mad (yeah)
i pull glock 9s and i blast (blatt, blast, hol’ up)

- yeat

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