[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, uh
(This is how you feel, uh)
(This is how you feel, Carti)
Playboi, woo, Play, uh
(This is how you feel)
(Sipping on this Act', don't know how to act)
FUBU got that flame

[Verse: Playboi Carti]
Hold up, who that bangin' on my door?
If a n***a try to rob me I'ma blow him in his throat, hold up, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, don't be blowin' up my phone
Soundin' like a little ho about some coke, you fuckin' ho, uh, uh
It's Cartier, these diamonds let you n***as know, uh
You see these hundreds, these hundreds, n***a, we blow, uh
Fuck her under covers, my n***a, until the morning
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She say, "Carti, why you acting funny?"
"Ever since you got some money you been frontin' on me"
Say no more, the new cars, the new broads, uh
You so bright but you so lost
You let the lean get you so gone
Don't let the drugs get you so gone
Don't let the drugs get you so gone, uh
You so bright but you so lost, yeah
Sippin' on this Act', don't know how to act
My lil' whoadie got my back, he'll blow you back
My lil' whoadie got the strap, he'll blow you back
FUBU got that flame