[Hook] (Carti)


I fucked that bitch up
I fucked that bitch up
We fucked that bitch up
I fucked that bitch up
We fucked that bitch up

Wrist key-lime, on a Friday
Fuck a bad bitch, yea
Count the cash on 'em
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Heard your boyfriend lame
Heard your boyfriend a square
Camera’s all on my dawg's
Boot this bitch, not a scrub



[Pisces Verse]

Pulled up, yea I dropped in
Babygirl, what's poppin’
I just want the profits
Molly pills, and L.S.D
I feel gone like G.H.B
Smokin on some Blue OG
Pistol point at enemies
Duck, and dodging' the police
I cannot go starvin'
She dug me, my pockets deep
Her last man was Marvin
She love me cause she a geek
Got Chanel, double C's
I was chillin' on the reef
I'm so wavy like the seas
IPhone buzzin' like a bee
She said I was in her dreams
I said life ain't what it seems
I could get you everything
But we ended with nothing
I turnt straight into something
But it’s still so depressing
Time to pop another bean
I cut that bitch off