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[Intro: Playboi Carti]Ojivolta in this motherfucker, no bapDoo-doo-doo-doo, huh, huh, oh [Verse 1: Playboi Carti & NAV]Uh, I took my ass back to Atlanta, hol' upYeah, back to them sticks, back to my houseBack to my bit', back to my shawty, uhRollin' '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 [Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti]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 grab the guitar and rock out [Chorus: Playboi Carti & NAV]Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock outWhole lotta hoes, when I fuck 'em, uh, I fuck, the guitar and rock outRock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock outPush it back, push it down, hol' up, watch me rock outRock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock outWatch me rock out (Hm-mm)Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out(Woah, double O, XO, yeah) See upcoming rap showsGet tickets for your favorite artists You might also like PABLO Kanye WestWE DID ITKanye WestSTAY UPNAV https://74ed8bfb05d9e035f3e224a7fe3e09cc.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-45/html/container.html [Verse 2: NAV]I'm on way too much molly, might fuck up the partyI still left with three hoes and stuffed them in the 'RariMade like ten million off VLONE, shoutout to BariI could fuck around, go deep voice just like I'm CartiTried to fight pourin' up syrup, I had to pick my battlesTryin' to break the money machine, the only thing that matterI ain't trickin' on no thots, she fucked the whole gangDouble O and XO, we got the same chainI can't see none of the hate, my money's stacked too tallMade some mistakes but none of my diamonds got flawsSince I tied my ties, I feel like I'm above the lawI'm a rockstar, no bam, I Draco my guitar (Brr)Bitch, I really do itGotta keep my fye, my whole life, I've been walkin' through itSent a bitch through immigration, I need somethin' foreignWake up to the moon, I go to sleep, the sun's showin' (Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out) [Verse 3: Playboi Carti]Bitch, I really do it, ho, I really do it (Do it)In my cup, that's codeine, dirty fluidI've been goin' crazy, bitch, I really do it (Let's do it)In my cup, double cup, uh, dirty fluid, uhMe and my shooter related, uhI'm in this bitch and I'm blazin'Help me, this shit got me talkin' lazy, hol' upI'm finna flip, I'm crazy, hol' upI'm finna flip these checks, hol' upI'm in this bih' goin' crazy, hol' upJust scored twenty-nine bags, hol' upJust scored twenty-nine bags, hol' up https://74ed8bfb05d9e035f3e224a7fe3e09cc.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-45/html/container.html [Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti]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 grab the guitar and rock out [Chorus: Playboi Carti]Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock outWhole lotta hoes, when I fuck 'em, uh, I fuck, the guitar and rock outRock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock outPush the button, push it down, hol' up, while we rock out [Outro: The Weeknd & Playboi Carti]Oh, I'm in love all the timeWhole lotta hoes, I fuck her friends, I fuck 'em, tell 'em "Rock out"I'm in love, oh, ayyWhole lotta bitches, fuck 'em now, I got a guitar to rock outYeah, I'm in love, heyRock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock outOhWhole lotta bitches, fuck 'em now, I got a guitar to rock outOhWhole lotta bitches, fuck 'em now, I got a guitar to rock out