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[Intro]
([?] fuck [?])

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Woo, yeah, I been geeked up on them Addie's, I'm ready to fuck on a baddie (Woo)
I told em I won’t be dramatic, I spent a whole hunned on a Patek (Woo)
I told them I will fuck up everything, n***as ain't what had happened (Woo)
Yeah, n***a been flexin', talkin', n***a we we just talkin' (Rack-rack-racks)
Ooh (Yeah), ooh, ooh (Let's go), ooh, yeah (Yeah), ooh, ooh (Woo, Woo), yeah, ooh (Woo), yeah, ooh, ooh (Woo, Woo), yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, let's go (Rack-rack-racks)

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
I got this bitch and she fresh out the pageant (Woo)
Hop out my whip, had to go to the mansion (Skrr)
These n***as be talkin', they don't want no static (Yeah)
Keep piece when I'm walkin', this shit automatic, woo
I got the pass, like in Madden, woo
I had to make this shit happen, ooh
These n***as mad that we have it
Hop in a Wraith then hit from the back, hey
Pull out the the Wraith make them sick, ooh
I make these boys have a fit, ooh
Who? These n***as havin' some problems, we came with the shottas, they not aimed to miss, ooh
She gave me neck like some Kodak, givin' 'em dome, she top of the list, ooh
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Top of the list, she's on top of the list (Ayy)
We don't talk, yeah, yeah, yeah
N***as on top (N***as on top yeah)
I'm a rockstar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get ya' Mama everything, yeah, yeah, yeah
In a foreign car
I don't give a fuck, 'cause I can't fall
I'mma die in Atlanta bitch, that's- that's why I don't be at home
I got hella bitches, I'm callin' that bitch whenever, ooh
One of my friends nearly get killed, cause I don't wanna see her no more
Yeah, yeah
I'm not fighting, yeah
That bitch end up getting ate, yeah (Yeah)
Put that bitch n***a on a plate (Yeah, yeah)
I'm fresh out with that K' (Ooh)
We let thing go spray, baby
N***a's don't no kids all day
Pussy great, show her that K', yeah, yeah
Baby I can’t play, yeah, ah
Yeah, n***as ain't heard of slime, n***as ain't heard what I did, hol' up
We got people that can kill, pointin' that gun
I got 29 n***a, I got that gun, gun, gun, yeah
You get killed 'bout that 29, free my guys
It’s not black flag, yeah
It’s some red red, yeah
It's like bad days, yeah
You get whacked
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Woo, yeah, I been geeked up on them Addie's, I'm ready to fuck on a baddie (Woo)
I told em I won’t be dramatic I spent a whole hunned on a Patek (Woo)
I told them I will fuck up everything, n***as ain't what had happened (Woo)
Yeah, n***a been flexin', talkin', n***a we we just talkin' (Rack-rack-racks)
Ooh (Yeah), ooh, ooh (Let's go), ooh, yeah (Yeah), ooh, ooh (Woo, Woo), yeah, ooh (Woo), yeah, ooh, ooh (Woo, Woo), yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, let's go

[Outro: Playboi Carti]
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah