(Wake up Filthy)

[Chorus:Playboi Carti]

Riding round in an S R T
You can get this smoke for free
I miss Bozo,rest in peace
They shoot at the opps,don’t fuck with me
I’m dripped out in Amiri

[Verse 1:Playboi Carti]

This will be where your grave is
I harass the bitch,then I smack the bitch
Uh,tits out the roof
No way that I’m bullet proof
You smoking them opps,we smoking them too
Uh,bitch I’m in phantom mode
Only go Poltergeist on their ass if you fucking with a ghost
Lil bitch I do the most
Getting bread,we making toast
My lil Choppa,I’mma let it blow

[Chorus:Playboi Carti]

Riding round in an S R T
You can get this smoke for free
I miss Bozo,rest in peace
They shoot at the opps,don’t fuck with me
I’m dripped out in Amiri
[Verse 2:Alam Nasrallah]

Kill the beat,call this murdеr
Playing with them burners
Five еight,I’mma Smurf ya
Shoot five in my turf ya
Shoot you in the back,does it hurt ya?
R Kelly,piss on the bitch
Can’t fuck with her,her pussy smell like fish
Call them,I just hit a lick
Ayo momma,I ran through with the shits!
Aren’t you proud that I’m your kid?

We’re gonna stomp you out
He’s speaking crazy shit out of his mouth
So what the fuck you talking bout?
We bust it down on yo momma’s couch
Right in your momma’s house
Got a hundred thou
I could go for thirty rounds
You know that’s what I’m about
Can’t fall in love with a hoe
Once you find her,you gotta let her go

[Chorus:Playboi Carti]
Riding round in an S R T
You can get this smoke for free
I miss Bozo,rest in peace
They shoot at the opps,don’t fuck with me
I’m dripped out in Amiri

[Verse 3:Playboi Carti]

Got them Jolly Ranchers
We up in here,yes sir
Bullets come busting,no pressure
Haven’t fucked that bitch yet sir
And where’s my check sir?
We making a movie out here
You should see it
And if I ever get a murder charge,I’ll Michael Jackson beat it
You ain’t gang bro,you ain’t for the streets kid
I’mma teach her,dumb bitch

[Chorus:Playboi Carti]

Riding round in an S R T
You can get this smoke for free
I miss Bozo,rest in peace
They shoot at the opps,don’t fuck with me
I’m dripped out in Amiri
[Verse 4:Alam Nasrallah]

You should retire
Goddamn,I’m on fire
I’m the one for hire
I’m tired of these rappers saying I sound the same
I’m not the same
I’m Arabian and I can still roast your ass
With every verse,I’m getting cash
Smack that ass
Going in the NASCAR,fast
I can say the n word,I have the pass

[Chorus:Playboi Carti]

Riding round in an S R T
You can get this smoke for free
I miss Bozo,rest in peace
They shoot at the opps,don’t fuck with me
I’m dripped out in Amiri