Lyrics from Snippets
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin', but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin' (Slatt), bitch, I got all these bands (Okay)
I play with that TEC, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
N***as be wantin' that war shit 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I got them AKs, I got them sticks, yeah, automatic
We spin like Beyblades, do that shit that's not platinum (Okay)
I'm really on this fashion (Okay), my Glocks matchin' (Yeah)
I'ma let the bitch have it (Yeah), pull up in traffic (Yeah)
I get so ratchet (Get lit, blatt)
I'm geeked like a lady (Blatt, blatt)
She ain't used to my lingo (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma make this bitch bag it (Make the bitch, yeah)
Two cup, my Styrofoam (Two, yeah)
My bitch is magic
Lamb' truck, I crash it (Yeah, crash, crash)
I was too busy blastin'
I was too busy havin' (Yeah)
Count it up, I'm havin' (Yeah, yeah)
Rick Owens, I have it (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
CDG, I have it (Yeah, blatt, blatt)
Seen the bitch and I grabbed it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wants the status
I got a bad bitch
Honey bun in my mattress (Okay)
Have you cuffed, you're a bachelor (Yeah)
Went shoppin' in Badgley's
Got home at sixty (Yeah)
In an all-white Aston (Okay)
How you feel about this heat? (Okay)
I don't know why I'm askin' (Slatt)
I'm a rich-ass bastard (Yeah, yeah)
Get hit, then we pass it (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Don't gotta ask me if I'm okay, baby (Yeah)
Coolin' with me never right there, that's bad baby (That's bad baby)
I could whip pot, Hennessy, I'ma take your baby
All Vetements on me, that's a lot of money
Fuck your bitch like [?]
Chanel jeans, I don't fuckin' play
Number (N)ine on my fuckin' pants (Yeah)
I could teach you how to money dance (What?)
Boy, stop flexin' with them 20s, man (Yeah)
On some other shit, you don't understand it (What?)
If you payin' up, gotta find my [?] (Hey)
I am from the 1600 clan, man, we so hot, we did the runnin' man (Yeah)
Snipe that boy face, turn him to Joker (Joker)
Pull up, Plain Jane, yeah, my choker (My choker)
This not same ring, it got boulders (It got boulders)
Yeah, but it could get better (Better, what?)
Lots of it scary
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin', but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin' (Slatt), bitch, I got all these bands (Okay)
I play with that TEC, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
N***as be wantin' that war shit 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)
