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[Verse 1]
I woke up, richer than yesterday
I had to go get a check today
All by myself no master bae
Her baby got [?]
That boy, he was talking yesterday
He probably [?] to rest today
I’m a put this shit together a faster way
Would you want me to [?]
Told that bitch listen, no no, you can’t kiss me
I hit that thing once, and that just for the finish
[?] turn around lick on this dicky
I got these girls and they fighting all [?]
And they screaming out like “pick me, like pick me”
“pick me, like pick me, like pick me, like pick me”
Bitch I’m a demon, I [?] demon
[?] block, no bitch, this isn’t a [?]

[Chorus 1]
You light like a feather
Heavy like brick
I’m a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain’t never had any metal like this
You ain’t ever see [?] piss

[Verse 2]
Three yellow chains and they look like Chris
Two yellow bitches gonna chill in my crib
Make the bitch ride [?] yeah
Which one of you hoes with me?
Uhhhh, drop out at 350
She keep talking about lime green
Lil bitch this is slime green, yeah
[?]
Yeah, that shoot 250, [?] no 100 rounds clip shoot 50
2 minutes I made 250
Lil uzi I’m straight from the 16 yeah
On my neck spent 250

[Chorus 2]
You light like a feather
Heavy like brick
I’m a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain’t never had any metal like this
You ain’t ever see [?] piss
You like a feather
Heavy like brick
I’m a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain’t never had any metal like this

[Verse 3]
[?]
[?] you know I ball out
[?]
Y’all niggas be hoes, y’all the ones calling 12 to come on (what?)
Yeah I know y’all be the one telling them to come out (what?)
[?] I ain’t talking treehouse
Rat nigga, her job bitch nigga, [?]
Now we in the trap house
[?] you know I’m at your bitch house
And you might get hit in the mouth
[?]
Ain’t know the hoe, go right up when the slime [?]
[?] niggas do some [?] nigga, i don’t know what you nigga about
Racks in Goyard bag, yeah [?] yeah

[Chorus 3]
You light like a feather
Heavy like brick
I’m a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain’t never had any metal like this
You ain’t ever see [?] piss
You like a feather
Heavy like brick
I’m a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain’t never had any metal like this
Two yellow bitches gonna chill in my crib

[Verse 4]
[?] I fiend
Beat the bitch down, told her to put on the jeans
[?] coupe that [?]
[?] on the bottom, got a beam
Eyes wide open, got me focused on the beam
Real class smoke got me high [?]
Know you can’t [?] her baby
[?]
Got to go drip drip [?]
You know you can’t clone me, oh no no no
She [?]
Ran up the racks so they [?]
[?] gold [?]
I’m the chosen, don’t compare me to nobody
Put [?] and watch your body open (he frozen)
[?] (slime)
[?] I call that bitch a loco (she touchy)
No touchy touchy, yeah I told that bitch [?]

[Chorus 3]
You light like a feather
Heavy like brick
I’m a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain’t never had any metal like this
You ain’t ever see [?] piss
You like a feather
Heavy like brick
I’m a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain’t never had any metal like this
Two yellow bitches gonna chill in my crib

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Duh, run and lil’ bitch you get hit (bow, bow)
Came in that bitch with a stick (fsh)
Came in that bitch with lil’ kick (fsh)
I got that money I blow (what? fsh)
I’m in this bitch with Lil Meech (fsh, fsh)
I do this shit in my sleep, yeah
Shawty suck me, she so geeked, yeah
Shawty fuck me, she so geeked, yeah
I’m in this bitch and I flee, uh
I put VVS on my lens (fsh)
Shawty can’t wait ’til we lean
Fuck with Lil K you get, fsh
[?] on your ass, you get, fsh
I play that 30 lil’ bitch, yeah
I need a mask for this heat, yeah
I need a gas for my bitch,yeah
You know that choppa don’t miss
You know that choppa don’t miss
I get the muthafucka lit
Double C all on my shit, yeah
Dolce Gabbana my bitch, yeah
Christian Dior, I pop shit, yeah
Shawty gon’ fuck on my drip, yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
220 all on that rear, aye
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I’m a pimp
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp
I fucked that bitch, she get bent
We in this bih with no tint

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I’m in this bih with some tint
They just wan’ peep on my drip
They just wan’ peep all this drip
I get that Glock on my hip
Bitch, I don’t fuck, I want lip
I fucked that bitch with no tip
I was just leanin’ in [?]
I just buy everything Philips

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Yachty]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah (ay, damn)
220 all on that rear, aye (ay)
I get the drip, you get dripped (ay, ay)
I fucked that bitch I’m a pimp (ay)
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp (ay)
I fucked that bitch, she get bent (ay, ay, ay, ay, okay)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, uh (ay)
Thugger lil’ bitch speak Ebonics (ay)
Shootin’ that Glock supersonics (bow, bow)
I drop a dub at Onyx (ay)
[?] that thing up ([?])
Beat from the back, she runnin’ (bih)
Pink Prada bag, I’m thumbin’ (bih)
[?] 30 round gunnin’ (bow)
Fuck what they saying, they pussy (fuck ’em)
Richest young nigga on gang (yeah, yeah)
I put them niggas on gang (ay)
They started snitching
Oops, back at [?] I was swiping
Oops, beat up that pussy, I’m Tyson
Oops, niggas is reckless, triflin’
[?] don’t call me (brr)
Rich white [?], Mike Lowry (Mike Lowry)
Keep one giant stick like Atari (like Atari)
V on my back like Bari (VLONE)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Me and Cash Carti go way back (ay)
Nigga don’t like me, then say that (okay)
20 years old in a Maybach (skrt)
Hoo! flexing (fuck it up, damn)
Young nigga flexing no 8 pack (uh!)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
220 all on that rear, aye
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I’m a pimp
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp
I fucked that bitch, she get bent
We in this bih with no tint

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Damn (ay)
Damn (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Bow, bow

[Intro]
Got me, got me Rollie
(Ya can’t even afford it though)
Got me, got me, uh (got it)
Gotti Gotti, uh (Gott Gotti)
Gotti Gotti (hahahaha)

[Chorus]
Came up blood gang (yeah), 30 bang (yeah)
Scum Gang, big choppa, big thang
Let your nuts hang
Who they? (yeah), don’t say (yeah, yeah)
BBA change your mood, aye, anyday
Gotti Gotti, cookin’ up, speed it up
Double cup, Xanny cup, booted up
Mollied up, molly up, break it up
Cop it, then I serve it up, get it up
Gotti Gotti

[Verse]
Family been plottin’, been watchin’
Hating on me, can’t stop it, ’cause I drop it
I been boolin’ with a cold bitch, some cold shit
Leave you out in the cold wind, that’s some hoe shit
You ain’t got no money, you can keep her (pew pew pew)
Bitch, I got my Nina, I’ma squeeze her
If you really wanna meet her, she a greeter
It was really nice to meet ya, I don’t need ya
I pray to God that my niggas gon’ eat (I pray to god)
I pray to God that my family gon’ see (I pray to god)
Prayin’ that the Lord take a chance with me
Wouldn’t come when I was up, I was on the wrong things
I ain’t silly, ain’t no dumb nigga, are you dumb, nigga?
Are you stayin’ with the pump, nigga? Fuck is up, nigga?
Is you mad? You’s a fuck nigga, I don’t trust niggas
Scum Gang, chew ’em up, nigga, we don’t fuck witcha

[Chorus]
Okay, my blood gang (yeah), 30 bang (yeah)
Scum Gang, big choppa, big thang
Let your nuts hang
Who they? Don’t say (yeah, yeah)
BBA change your mood, aye, anyday
Gotti Gotti, cookin’ up, speed it up
Double cup, Xanny cup, booted up
Mollied up, molly up, break it up
Cop it, then I serve it up, give it up
Gotti Gotti

[Post-Chorus]
Gotti Gotti
Who, who really with the money, money?
Who, who really with the Gotti Gotti?
Who, who really with the money, money?
Ooh, do my dance, hit my things
Break these bands, hunnid bands on my thing
Mollied up, molly up, give it up
Cop it, then I serve it up, give it up

[Outro]
Really with the Gotti, Gotti?
Who, who really with the Gotti, Gotti?
Who, who really with the—

Death is there
She said “The world’s gonna die.”
“You know, the world, the earth.”
“Its gonna be over”
And he said “well I never lied to you”
You see I could explain sex in a minute but death I can’t explain

Wanting to die since you ask most days I cannot remember
I walk in my clothing unmarked by that gory edge then the almost unnameable lust returns even then I have nothing against life
I know well the grass blades you mention the furniture you have placed under the sun
But suicide’s of a special language like carpenters, they want to know which tools, they never ask ‘why build?’

Twice I have so simply declared myself have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy, have taken on his crotch his magic in this way, heavy and thoughtful, warmer than oral or warmer I have rested drooling at the mouth for
I did not think of my body at needle point even the cornea and the left over urine were gone
Suicide’s have already betrayed the body
Stillborn they don’t always die but dazzled they can’t forget a drug so sweet that even children would look on and smile
To thrust all that life under your tongue that all by itself becomes the passion
Death’s a sad wound bruised you’d say
And yet she waits for me year after year
To so delicately outdo an old wound
To empty my breath from its fat prison
Balance there
Suicide sometimes meets
Raging at the fruit, a potent bowl
Leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss
Leaving the page of the book carelessly open
Something unsaid, the fold of the book and the love whatever it was an accident

[Hook]
Mmm, I ain’t your type
Mmm, wake up on the same damn fights
Mmm, it ain’t that deep
Mmm, trust me don’t jump
It ain’t that deep

[Verse 1]
No small talk
All big convo
Need mine pronto
Chase that down like that all-white Bronco
I just want a bag she just wanna follow
Spend it all on some titties and a condo
Anybody try to text me I curve it
I ain’t even pitching but I curve it
I ain’t whipping but I swerve
I just wish all these bitches gonna learn
I ain’t here to talk
Bad bitch, straight up from the magazine
Savage, something that you never seen
And I go, anywhere I wanna be
Moonrocks, got me Moonwalking, Billie Jean
High class, real big baller shit
My friends, really on some baller shit
Courtside, that’s the only time I’m on the bench
So close, that the coach tryna put me in

[Hook]
Mmm, I ain’t your type
Mmm, wake up on the same damn fights
Mmm, it ain’t that deep
Mmm, trust me don’t jump
It ain’t that deep

[Verse 2]
I told you when I hit the switch it stays on
I ain’t ever switch I stay down
Everybody says I ain’t the same
But the only thing I changed was the game
I ain’t really gotta skip leg day
Cause I been running shit since the tenth grade
I been running way from the fuck shit
I been running way

[Hook]
Mmm, I ain’t your type
Mmm, wake up on the same damn fights
Mmm, it ain’t that deep
Mmm, trust me don’t jump
It ain’t that deep

[Verse 3]
Nah theres a walk over things I used to trip from
And they try to steal my drip but they always slip on it
And Imma steal your bitch, I cought a crip walking
Please get up off my dick, unless you plan to sit on it
You should never trade chemistry for curiosity
Each and everyday I try to make my momma proud of me
Used to never understand now they all on top of me
Fuck a plan b, you gon have to come and swallow me

[Hook]
Mmm, I ain’t your type
Mmm, wake up on the same damn fights
Mmm, it ain’t that deep
Mmm, trust me don’t jump
It ain’t that deep