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[Intro]
(Yeah)
Wake up in the mornin’ know I gotta do this shit
Ay let’s do it
(Cannon)
Yeah, hey, heyo, hey, hey yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Four, five, six, seven bitches keep callin’ my line
Ya cap like Mitchell and Ness lil’ nigga stop lyin’
Check, they was talkin’ ’bout lil’ ma live my life
Chop that chicken and shrimp cut in my rice
Spanish bitch come and pipe me I can make my wife (My wife)
She want new Versace, put Medusa on her eyes
Me and Cash Carti got them sisters ’bouta put ’em on a flight (Put ’em on a flight)
Diamonds in my Cartier lens
You can see ’em at night (See ’em at night)
Call Balmain, ask ’em why my jeans so tight (jeans so tight)
Trippin’ off lanes, I don’t think you really wanna ride
Guns don’t want mine on you, you not my kind
5,6,7, so many watches ain’t wastin’ my time

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
My bitch fine
You in line
My big bank
These niggas been mine
But my diamonds keep bitin’
These hoes be bitin’
These niggas be bitin’
Wish on a bone yeah (fillet)
Got a bitch on the line right now
Say she got Molly, yeah
Sorry, I don’t do sour
A-W-G-E you know me
Cold outside I need another sleeve
Yeah, ballin’ on yo’ hoe like Kobe
Dunkin’ on yo’ hoe like no D
Bald head like Ginóbili
Piru, watch my nose bleed
That boy dead
Arm and leg
AK
Turnin’ your head, take yo bag

[Outro]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Tell that lil bitch I got bags, talkin’ to mans
Tell that lil bitch I got bags, you talkin’ to me
Hittin’ that boy with that fire, nigga didn’t know it was me
Nigga be dead meat, nigga be dead meat
Hitting that bitch from the side
I’ma have a menage I’ma have a good time
I’ma fuck her you like
She wanna play with that fye
Shawty gon play with that fire
These niggas ain’t ready for slime, they ain’t ready for slime

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Hit that boy with the fye
Wish a motherfucker try, know slime gon fire
I been firing all the shots since I was a lil nigga
Lil nigga had a pistol, pistol never was a issue (never)
Been gettin’ money since a youngin’ (youngin’)
Been havin’ hoes comin’, lotta niggas out here frontin’
Know them pussy niggas bluffin’ (facts)
These niggas wasn’t shootin’
Slime ball been packin’
Slime ball bout that action and you know what’s happenin’
Yeah bitch (Yeah bitch)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that bitch with the fire, he didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
They didn’t even know it’s me, they didn’t even know it’s me
Hitting that boy with the fire, nigga didn’t even know it’s me

[Intro]
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Pussy man I smoke that organic
Fendi down I’m smoking organic

[Verse]
Effin and I’m smoking organic
She menaging, need some more breath
I got smoke all in the air
Fuck this up and you get left
(Fuck it up and air it out!)
AP on my fucking left
Stack it up right on the shelf
Yo bitch look for me in ya
I got drip all in this walk
I got cash, I let it walk
I’ma do this by myself
On the jet by by myself
I touchdown and shoot the gas tank
I touchdown and get my fingers wet
My bitch giving G.O.A.T. head
Riding ’round on mopeds
My bitch off the percocets
Pop that bean and count them deads
Yeah she suck me I can’t feel my legs
My bih yucky, she don’t use no hands
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
That where you can’t buy them bags
In LA I smoke that gas
In LA in link with slatt
Them bitch we keep, she gave it back
I fuck that bitch and gave her back
I nut on her, she make me ‘lax
That gun on me I cannot lack
Your bitch right, she got it clapped
Looking dap boy, young gone get clapped
I took that lil boy right off the map
We killed that boy right here, right in the trap
I am on lean, I fucked around and relapsed
I fucked that bih, he running round in laps
You touchdown in my city, you better tap
That bitch right here, she know she gotta tap
I seen that bitch runnin’ round in Nudy cat
That bitch with me and now she on that pack
Im in south side, and I’m weighin’ the crack
I’m in south side, yeah, and I got the gat
I’m in south side, and I hang with blatt
I’m in south side, yeah, yeah, yea,h yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint

[Intro]
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Pussy man I smoke that organic
Fendi down I’m smoking organic

[Verse]
Effin and I’m smoking organic
She menaging, need some more breath
I got smoke all in the air
Fuck this up and you get left
(Fuck it up and air it out!)
AP on my fucking left
Stack it up right on the shelf
Yo bitch look for me in ya
I got drip all in this walk
I got cash, I let it walk
I’ma do this by myself
On the jet by by myself
I touchdown and shoot the gas tank
I touchdown and get my fingers wet
My bitch giving G.O.A.T. head
Riding ’round on mopeds
My bitch off the percocets
Pop that bean and count them deads
Yeah she suck me I can’t feel my legs
My bih yucky, she don’t use no hands
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
That where you can’t buy them bags
In LA I smoke that gas
In LA in link with slatt
Them bitch we keep, she gave it back
I fuck that bitch and gave her back
I nut on her, she make me ‘lax
That gun on me I cannot lack
Your bitch right, she got it clapped
Looking dap boy, young gone get clapped
I took that lil boy right off the map
We killed that boy right here, right in the trap
I am on lean, I fucked around and relapsed
I fucked that bih, he running round in laps
You touchdown in my city, you better tap
That bitch right here, she know she gotta tap
I seen that bitch runnin’ round in Nudy cat
That bitch with me and now she on that pack
Im in south side, and I’m weighin’ the crack
I’m in south side, yeah, and I got the gat
I’m in south side, and I hang with blatt
I’m in south side, yeah, yeah, yea,h yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Hold up
You know what I’m saying?
You know I seen Keisha and them back there
Yeah, Keisha
That muhfucker ring a lil’ bit
You know what I’m saying?
Know what I’m saying, real playa shit
Me and my bitch lit
Yeah, me and my homie
We do this shit with my hitman
I said we do this shit for a big boy Patek
Walk in that shit, take over that thing

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m in the hood where niggas don’t bother me (check it out)
Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out)
Shawty gon’ fuck, shawty gon’ swallow me (check it out)
Shawty gon’ get on top of me (what, what, what)
All of this ice in the summertime
Ain’t no boys fucking with Carti, nah!

[Verse: Red Coldhearted and Playboi Carti]
I’m in this bitch with young Carti (Carti)
Riding ’round with the top down
All of these bitches so naughty (what)
They tryna fuck on us right now (uh)
If Carti with it, then I’m ridin’
Got a hunnid on the neck
Ain’t no stopping, bitch, I’m poppin’
You see this Rollie and this chain
Bitch, I’m so icy, I’m cocky
Just dropped a fifty on my jeweler
And told him “Make sure it’s shiny!”
It’s Coldhearted and she got a stick
Right beside me, I’ma let it hit
I ain’t really with the sucker shit
These niggas around me, you know they with it, yeah
These niggas around me you know they with it, yeah
They toting the Glocks and the dirty sticks, yeah
A pack of hunters, they gon’ pull up quick, yeah
They ready for war, yeah, you know they with it, yeah

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
Me and my bitch lit, yeah, me and my homie
We do this shit with my hitman
You know what I’m saying?
I can’t really complain about shit, man
(I said we do this shit for a big boy Patek)
Everything good, you know what I’m saying?
(Walk in that shit with my bih Red)
(Sippin’ red drink nigga!)
Don’t give a fuck what it look like

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m in the hood where niggas don’t bother me (check it out)
Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out)
Shawty gon’ fuck, shawty gon’ swallow me (check it out)
Shawty gon’ get on top of me (what, what, what)
Out at his house in the summertime
Ain’t no boys fucking with Carti, nah!
I’m in the hood where niggas don’t bother me (check it out)
Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out)
Shawty gon’ fuck, shawty gon’ swallow me (check it out)
Shawty gon’ get on top of me (what, what, what)
Out at his house in the summertime
Ain’t no boys fucking with Carti, nah!
I’m in the hood where niggas don’t bother me (check it out)
Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out)
Shawty gon’ fuck, shawty gon’ swallow me (check it out)
Shawty gon’ get on top of me (what, what, what)
Out at his house in the summertime
Ain’t no boys fucking with Carti, nah!
I’m in the hood where niggas don’t bother me (check it out)
Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out)
Shawty gon’ fuck, shawty gon’ swallow me (check it out)
Shawty gon’ get on top of me (what, what, what)
Out at his house in the summertime
Ain’t no boys fucking with Carti, nah!