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Sinking into everything you think to do
I’m sinking too
Swim or sink, you never think
You’ll make it through
And I think it too
I sink with you

Treading long and going on
You’re drowning soon
And I’m drowning too
You’re heading for the gate
Of everything you do
And I’m holy too
I’ll take the dirt with you

Falling down and crawl around
A hole you make
And that’s all it takes
Down and down and down
And watch your past mistakes
At faster rates
Now watch your fates

[Pre-Chourus: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
We havin to many, nah
We havin to many
Said I like all of them
I like all of them
U Dig! Yuh
Yuh

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I like all of them
I fuck all of them
I fuck all of them
I fuck all of them
I said I like uh, I like all of them
Since I like all of them, Oo I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them, yuh

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
I might fuck her in my coupe
Pullin up minus the roof
I’m fuckin alla them money as tall as the gucci’s
I’m walkin with benjamins
I walk in with tons of the cash
All of these bitches they laugh
They peepin yo swag
You get it from dad
I’m poppin them tags
I’m poppin them tags
They copy the wave I’m the father
These bitches they fuckin regardless
Upload that hoe on the snapchat
Fuck her one time get no call back
I put yo hoe on a jetpack
I put yo hoe on a jetpack
I keep this shit in a book bag
Brought that, I see ya hoe and she ain’t all that
And I’m all that
I want the bimmer and all that
I want the xannies and all that

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
All of them
I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
I fuh-, I fuck with all of them

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
Might pull out the phantom
I’m taking yo hoe for ransom
My diamonds they doin the dancin
I’m flexin on bitches can’t stand it
I fucked that bih in the phantom
Ooh yah, ay romantic, ay
Then I got dirty the Fanta
I spend a check on my sandals
Carti back molly the party pack
Flexin around with a lot of racks
They bad so I’m fuckin on all of them
The plug no need for callin him
My bitches to foreign they travelin
Ain’t cuffin these bitches you kissin them
She bringin a friend know there’s 3 of them
They bad I might just fuck all of them

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Oo I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, might fuck all of them
I fuh-, I fuck with all of them

[Intro]
Uh-uh-uh-mmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Keep that shit on Twitter
Y’all ain’t lit, y’all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter
Or eat that shit, don’t spit up (Rrr!)
Keep my bad bitch did up
Keep my man bitch, put up
Watchin’ me do push-ups
Just playin’ with herself and I looked up (Damn!)
Your thot need to get her look up
You plottin’ on me, my foot up
Your squad ain’t hard, that’s cushion
That ain’t sauce, that’s puddin’
Tunechi across her bosom (Damn!)
Shootin’ up the jurors (Damn!)
Don’t name my pistol
I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push ’em (Bam!)
Y’all just pussy, get buried together and let ’em play footsie
Y’all just wussy
I got some bullies, gon’ pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie
Better play hooky
I got some hookers hookin’ up with some politicans
And some athletes and some college niggas
Send your missus on all kind of missions
I’m the sickest nigga skippin’ doctors visits
But my pots is pissy, smokin’ hockey sticky
Put a stockin’ on my face and hit a lick in’
When shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky
I don’t fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Micky
I don’t fuck with cops, that’s the piggly wiggly
Fuck my bitch’s friends, and they friendly-friendly
While your bitch givin’ me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D’s
Wendy’s, Denny’s like she tired of Macy’s
JC Penny’s, I got bitches gettin’ tired of spendin’, spend it
If we winnin’, win it
I know Dream Chasers that ain’t never dreamt it
So I had to tend it and I had to rim it
And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
It’s the Blood gang, it’s the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it’s back to business and we laugh at sentencin’
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
Hungry artists or starvin’ artists in the kitchen
Restaurant and cafeterias
Don’t make a difference if you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the racketeers
Now your good luck lookin’ like you crackin’ mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That’s a body count, where the mathematician?
Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples?
With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle
With a throat deep enough to land a missile
If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions
Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillows
Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles
And I catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu
Throwin’ pool parties, she don’t have a swimsuit
Neither of her friends do, I think that’s official
Got my neighbor’s eyes bigger than the Simpson’s
And I’m magnificent so I had to pimp her
And she had potential but he lacked credentials
So give me a sec’, I’ll go at your neck
And send you back lookin’ like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)
Yeah, cannibalism goin’ animalistic in a land of civilians
These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons
Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia
When she left her thong, that’s paraphernalia
Sound familiar? My plug’s Sicilian
He the one who told me that sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia
Behind the millions
Rhyme or reason
I’m the reason, got they eyes wide but too blind to see it
With friends like those
It make me text all my enemies and tell ’em I don’t need ’em
Hallelujah, power intruders
Bitch walk around my house like Hooters
Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan
Niggas talkin’ out their bowel movers
Turn they homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar
I’m a silent shooter with a silent shooter
Clap at you, if you don’t die, I’ll boo ya
Tell a doc that’s tryna to save your life and runnin’ wires through you
He could die next to ya (Rrr!)
I’ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter
Let her partner shoot it
We pull out the movie, win awards
She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty
Niggas prostitutin’, these rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit
Not even ’bout pollution
Ain’t got a house to live in, ain’t got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
In route to Houston with a contribution full of Monster juices
Monster too slow, macho Cujo macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)
I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo and I know that you know
I’m hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl
I’m out of my loophole, you outta the loop though
Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Gettin’ the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo
Fuck with me, I go Lolapaloozo
Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though
(Pah, pah, pah)
Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo
Hittin’ some new notes
And I am the maestro and you just a typo
Private flight, don’t fly in too low
I’m wiser than you know, a private school flow
I got me a new ho and now it’s a duo
One went to college and one went to juco
I had to ask ’em, what’s four plus two though? (Rrr!)

[Intro]
Gang

[Chorus]
Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit (fuck a nigga shit)
Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique (grra, pow, pow, pow)
I say, see me, I don’t got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)
I just get them for the bros, I’m just worried ’bout them chips, I’ma (ayy)
I’ma shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (huh, huh)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (belong in a dog pound)
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (bitch)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (grra, pow pow pow)
Fuck a bitch and then I put it in a bitch throat (bitch throat)
Never give a bitch your phone, that’s a no no (hell nah)
Off tops, new chain and my wrist froze (on the gang)
Loaded up, still bouncin’ with that .44 (huh)
Fuck a bitch and then I put it in a bitch throat (bitch throat)
Never give a bitch your phone that’s a no no (hell nah)
Off tops, new chain and my wrist froze (huh)
Loaded up, still bouncin’ with that .44 (ayy, gang)

[Verse]
Stop it, niggas knowin’ that I dropped shit (I dropped shit)
Get popped quick, ’cause them niggas that you rock with (rock with)
Like Jay said, bitch I gotta keep a chopstick (grra)
Big stick, I bounce out with that mop stick (grra, pow pow pow)
These niggas talkin’, watch I pull with that fuckin’ Hemi (skrrt)
Tote automatics so I pass my lil bro the semi (on the gang)
I’ma rock this lil bitch ’til that tank empty (huh)
I’ma still blow that bitch ’til the clip empty (ayy, gang)
Bitch I’m a P (what), bitch I’m a G (huh)
Took that lil’ bitch now that bitch off the leash (ayy, ayy, ayy, gang)

[Chorus]
Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit (fuck a nigga shit)
Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique (clique nigga)
I say, see me, I don’t got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)
I just get them for the bros, I’m just worried ’bout them chips, I’ma (huh)
I’ma shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (stay wild)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (dog pound)
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (huh)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (grra, pow, pow, pow)

Verse 1
She wants to top me
Get me alone and give me the sloppy
Yea she Dominican she calls me poppy
I just killed it yea i caught a body

Hook

Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type

Verse 2

From the back, hit my jack, i’m ????
Your boyfriend he don’t ear i’m unpack yea
We be smoking yea just like the m???
You should bring your friend cause its a party
Bitch i’m a thug, i’m the plug, i got drugs yea
In vip with your bitch ain’t no love yea
TLC thats on me, you a scrub yea
He i know hit it, now you want to mean mug yea

Hook

Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type

Verse 3

I know the pussy juicy, thats word to Biggie
She sent the picture of it, i told her give me
I mixed the Bombay with the simply
I’m out in Huston lane, rest in peace Whitney

Hook

Alright, alright, alright
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type
Alright, alright, alright
You niggas hating, i’m just trying to live life

Verse 4

I’m on my way ??? you know i want a milly
She told me about you so know the sauce you feeling
Like i ain’t happy here chevy can we spend some time
I told her no, no, no, cause baby its a long line
She said i’m trying to be your number one and move up

Hook

Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Alright, alright, alright
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type