K POP Playboi Carti

These niggas don’t love me, these bitches wanna fuck me My t-shirt on, so I won’t get ugly She fuckin’ with a don, I’m fuckin’ with a bomb They think I’m Osama, woah, she think I’m off somethin’ I’m fuckin’ with a bad lil’ vibe, molly all over her tongue I’m ’bout to spot me an opp, I’m ’bout to spin they truck, woah I said, “Mama, I got me a switch, we don’t give a fuck ’bout luck,” huh Ah Ice on my body, I’m the coolest Trampoline jump for a cougar Jump out the jungle, go hectic I’m leavin’ that boy in his ‘dulla She wanna fuck for the moolar Pussy-ass niggas get lit up That Pelle Pelle hold the Ruger I was just layin’ with your girl, huh She like bein’ ’round my niggas She T’d up, she not switchin’ G6 got me in here glitchin’ Really rich as fuck, just livin’ This bitch ain’t got no vision I’ma go’n ‘head and give it to her I just been feelin’ myself I found Jesus, Christian Dior Got a bitch wanna fuck on the gang, she’ll put a stain right on the floor Got me feelin’ like Jason Chase, I’m switchin’ lanes on these whores Stop all that talkin’, let’s do it, you on the internet, boy, stop, boy I’m in the field with cleats, SIG in my jeans, I kill boys Me and my niggas, we G’s, step on bitches, we kick doors I stay runnin’ up checks and holdin’ the knife, it’s a sport Sittin’ with my blick, I got me a gang, I can’t go to court (Huh) Nigga try to pop his pain, put two in his brain, blow up the fort