They Go Off

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Playboi Carti]

What

What you say, say that again?

Why'd you block me, what’s up with you?

Say, what you mean what's up with me?

What's up with you?

Tell me exactly what you mean (what?)

What you block me for?

I ain’t block you (bitch, what?)

You lyin'

How I'm lying?(yeah)

Because I just called you and you had my number blocked and it went through but, when I called you-

Hold up, hold up, I can't hear

Yo what's up with you? (what?)

Carti why you ignoring me? (in my motherfucking-)

Answer my calls Carti

Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Carti what the fuck?)

Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

(All of my haters go hard, all of my n***as go off)

(All of my haters go hard, all of my n***as go off)

(All of my haters go hard, all of my haters go hard)



[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti]

Shawty go off for the team

3500 for these

Check please

I got your hoe on a leash

Down on her knees, ready to preach

She s** on my dick like a leech

All of these bitchеs they wanna fuck Carti 'cause Carti he got a lil guap

Fuck that lil bih in my car

Diamonds thеy shine in the dark

I got the K and the sauce

50 round drum in that bih

I'm down with the Mob



[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

All of my haters go hard

All of my n***as go hard

All of my haters go hard

All of my n***as go off

All of my haters go off

All of my n***as go off

All of my haters go off

All of my n***as go off

All of my haters go off



All of my n***as go off

All of my n***as go off

All of my n***as go off



[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]

I put my soda in the mix

You took your shot and you missed

Shawty be clean like a dish

F**in' your b**h then I ditch

Lil a** hoe, lil a** hoe can’t keep

Big bankroll, big bankroll in this bih

Big bankroll, big bankrolls yeah

Smash that hoe

Let her go

Let her know, let her know

I think she nervous, she nervous, she nervous

I think she nervous, she nervous (uh, what?)



[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti]

Shawty go off for the team

3500 for these

Check please

I got your hoe on a leash

Down on her knees, ready to preach

She s** on my dick like a leech

All of these bitches they wanna fuck Carti ’cause Carti he got a lil guap

Fuck that lil bih in my car

Diamonds they shine in the dark

I got the K and the sauce

50 round drum in that bih

I'm down with the Mob



[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

All of my haters go hard

All of my n***as go off

All of my haters go hard

All of my n***as go off

All of my haters go off

All of my n***as go off

All of my haters go off

All of my n***as go off

All of my haters go off

All of my n***as go off

All of my n***as go off

All of my n***as go off