NAV & PLAYBOI CARTI UNLIMITED

Ojivolta in this motherfucker, no bap Duh-duh-duh-duh, huh, huh, oh Uh, I took my ass back to Atlanta, hol’ up Yeah, back to them sticks, back to my house Back to my baby, back to my show, uh Rollin’ ’round, yeah, I’m on two mollies (Two molly) Rollin’ on molly, rollin’ on X, rollin’, rollin’ Yeah, did this everyday, I told ’em “No bap”, uh (Woah) I told you, “Baby, I’m not regular”, hol’ up (Hol’ up, hol’ up) I pushed that button, I had my opp on Good Morning America Jump on the plane, hoes be starin’, I hope I don’t embarass her (Hol’ up, hol’ up) Niggas be switchin’ sides, hol’ up, they like lesbians (Haha) I’m in the ‘Cat, going fast, hittin’ the nine (Hol’ up) Whole lotta bitches, fuck ’em now, I got a guitar and rock out Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out Whole lotta hoes, when I fuck ’em, uh, I fuck, the guitar and rock out Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out Push it back, push it down, hol’ up, watch me rock out Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out Watch me rock out (Hm-mm) Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out (Woah, double O, XO, yeah) I’m on way too much molly, might fuck up the party I still left with three hoes and stuffed them in the ‘Rari Made like ten million off VLONE, shoutout to Bari I could fuck around, go deep voice just like I’m Carti Tried to fight pourin’ up syrup, I had to pick my battles Tryin’ to break the money machine, the only thing that matter I ain’t trickin’ on no thots, she fucked the whole gang Double O and XO, we got the same chain I can’t see none of the hate, my money’s stacked too tall Made some mistakes but none of my diamonds got flaws Since I tied my ties, I feel like I’m above the law I’m a rockstar, no bam, I Draco my guitar (Brr) Bitch, I really do it Gotta keep my fye, my whole life, I’ve been walkin’ through it Sent a bitch through immigration, I need somethin’ foreign Wake up to the moon, I go to sleep, the sun’s showin’ (Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out) Bitch, I really do it, ho, I really do it (Do it) In my cup, that’s codeine, dirty fluid I’ve been goin’ crazy, bitch, I really do it (Let’s do it) In my cup, double cup, uh, dirty fluid, uh Me and my shooter related, uh I’m in this bitch and I’m blazin’ Help me, this chick got me talkin’ too lazy, hol’ up I’m finna flip, I’m crazy, hol’ up I’m finna flip these checks, hol’ up I’m in this bih’ goin’ crazy, hol’ up Just scored twenty-nine bags, hol’ up Just scored twenty-nine bags, hol’ up Jump on the plane, hoes be starin’, I hope I don’t embarass her (Hol’ up, hol’ up) Niggas be switchin’ sides, hol’ up, they like lesbians (Hol’ up, haha) I’m in the ‘Cat, going fast, hittin’ the nine (Hol’ up) Whole lotta bitches, fuck ’em now, I got a guitar to rock out Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out Whole lotta hoes, when I fuck ’em, uh, I fuck, the guitar and rock out Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out Push the button, push it down, hol’ up, while we rock out Oh, I’m in love all the time Whole lotta hoes, I fuck her friends, I fuck ’em, tell ’em “Rock out” I’m in love, oh, ayy Whole lotta bitches, fuck ’em now, I got a guitar to rock out Yeah, I’m in love, hey Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out Oh Whole lotta bitches, fuck ’em now, I got a guitar to rock out Oh Whole lotta bitches, fuck ’em now, I got a guitar to rock out