[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Uh, drop top and it come up (What?)
I dropped out then I came up (What?)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I dropped out then I came up
I went down then I got up
Dropped it on a Hummer
On the block 'til the sun up (What?)
Told my bitch, "Don't wait up" (What?)
I get home then kill her (What?)
I go Bryson Tiller (Beep)
Shawty want a dealer
I'm a drug-dealer (What?)
Got more gas than a dealer
Pop more pills than a killer
Michael Jackson, Thriller
Take her out then I kill her
Shawty want a n***a with them racks, I'm that n***a (What?)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, I'm a lil' boy with that guap (What?)
Yeah, I'm a lil' boy with that cash (What?)
Yeah, I'm a lil' boy with that guap (What?)
Yeah, I'm a lil' boy with that cash (What?)
Yeah, they don't wanna see me on top (What?)
Yeah, thеy don't wanna send me a bag (What?)
Yeah, thеy don't wanna see me on top (What?)
Yeah, they don't wanna send me a bag (What?)
Uh, uh (What?), send (What? What?)
They don't wanna send me a bag (What? What?)
So I just left (What?)
I'm on the top with the GOATs, hey (What?)
I'm on the top with the pros, huh (What?)
I'm on the top with the coach, yeah (What?)
I'm on the top with the coach, ooh (What?)
Yeah, it's Carti, you smellin' me, uh (What?)
Yeah, I'm smokin' Penelope, ooh (What?)
Yeah, the bitch put a spell on me, ooh (What?)
Yeah, she gave me some melody, ooh (What?)
Yeah, gave me some melody (What?)
Yeah, gave me some melody (What?)
C-A-R-T-I, bitch, yeah, just like a spelling bee, ooh (What?)
Yeah, I ran through the check, bitch, bitches be tellin' me, ooh (What?)
Yeah, you is just a thot, bitch, n***as be tellin' me, ooh (What?)
Yeah, I can't fuck with opps, bitch, I know they be tellin', yeah, ooh (What?)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I dropped out then I came up
I went down then I got up
Dropped it on a Hummer
On the block 'til the sun up (What?)
Told my bitch, "Don't wait up" (What?)
I get home then kill her (What?)
I go Bryson Tiller (Beep)
Shawty want a dealer
I'm a drug-dealer (What?)
Got more gas than a dealer
Pop more pills than a killer
Michael Jackson, Thriller
Take her out then I kill her
Shawty want a n***a with them racks, I'm that n***a (What?)

[Verse 2: J.K Mac]
Sheesh, on B.D
N***as gon' have to see about me (Ayy)
Uh, yeah, she on her knee (Get out)
She want me for the clout, but she won't stop suckin' on me
I swear to God, I ain't kill a n***a (Du-du-du-du)
Smokin' on the dope, that'll kill a n***a
Pull up to your block, I'm bout to build a set
I'm drillin' n***as out here
Robbin', fucked around and made a couple figures
These fuck n***as still can't figure me out (Damn)
Wettin' up the scene, fucked around and caused a drought (Ayy)
The little bitch ain't spill when I nutted in her mouth (Yeah)
I hope to God, he ain't kiss her in her mouth
My belt messin' cold, boy, shawty cross the haters out
I probably took your money, ain't no reason to doubt
Shawty kinda ugly, I might kick her out her house
Rollin' up baseball blunts, Michael Trout (Gang)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I dropped out then I came up
I went down then I got up
Dropped it on a Hummer
On the block 'til the sun up (What?)
Told my bitch, "Don't wait up" (What?)
I get home then kill her (What?)
I go Bryson Tiller (Beep)
Shawty want a dealer
I'm a drug-dealer (What?)
Got more gas than a dealer
Pop more pills than a killer
Michael Jackson, Thriller
Take her out then I kill her
Shawty want a n***a with them racks, I'm that n***a (What?)