歌手:Playboi Carti
专辑:《Trap R&B》

作词 : Jordan Carter/Jordan Jenks
作曲 : Jordan Carter/Jordan Jenks
Buh-buh-buh, buh-buh-buh
Buh, buh, buh-buh-buh
In Atlanta with some organic, uh, hold up
Pus*y mad, I smoke that organic, uh, hold up, yeah
Fendi'd down, I'm smokin' organic, uh, uh
And it's Die Lit, uh, uh
F&N, I'm smokin', uh, what? Uh, yeah
F&N, I smoke on organic, uh, yeah (Organic)
She bend down, she need some more breath, uh, yeah, yeah
I got smoke all in the air, uh, yeah (I got smoke all in this ho)
F*ck this up and you get left (What? F*ck this up and you get left, yeah)
AP on my f*ckin' left (Uh, yeah, hold up)
Stack it up right on the shelf, uh (Stack it up like, stack it up)
Your b*tch look familiar (Your b*tch, your b*tch, uh, b*tch)
I got drip all everywhere (Your b*tch, yeah)
I got cash all everywhere (Hold up, your b*tch, beep)
I'ma do this by myself, uh, yeah (I'ma do this by, ooh)
On the jet by, by myself, uh, yeah
And I touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh, yeah (Hold up)
I touch down and get my fingers wet, uh, yeah, uh
My b*tch got that G.O.A.T. head
Riding 'round on moped, uh (Pop that bean and count them deads)
My b*tch off the Percocet (My b*tch off the Percocet)
Pop that bean and count them deads, uh
Yeah, she suck me, I can't feel my legs, yeah (Pop that bean and count them deads)
My b*tch yucky, she don't use no hands, hold up
Dance floor with the diamonds dancin', uh, yeah, uh
Dance floor with the diamonds dancin', uh, yeah, yeah
That's why you cop by them bags, uh (Yeah, yeah)
In L.A. I smoke that gas, uh
In L.A. I link with slatt (And I)
That b*tch with you, she gave you back (Uh)
I f*cked that b*tch, then gave her back, uh
I nut on her, she make me 'lax (Yeah)
That gun on me, I cannot lack (That gun on me, yeah)
Your b*tch right, she got it clapped (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can die 'bout yours, boy, you get clapped
I took that lil' boy right off of the map (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We killed them boys right here, right in the trap
I love my lean, I f*cked around, relapsed (Yeah)
I f*cked that b*tch, he runnin' 'round in laps
You touch down in my city, you better tap
That b*tch 'round here, she know she gotta tap (Yeah, uh)
I seen that b*tch ridin' 'round in Nudy 'Cat, huh (Nat-nat)
That b*tch with me and now she on that pack (Nat-nat)
I'm on Southside and I'm weighin' the crack
I'm on Southside, yeah, hand on the gat (Southside, yeah)
I'm on Southside every day with blatt, uh (Uh)
I'm on Southside, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Too much lean, yeah, uh, too much ice, hold up (Woah)
One more pint, hold up, uh, one more pint, uh, yeah
Too much lean, yeah, uh, too much ice, hold up, uh
One more pint, yeah, uh, one more pint, uh, yeah
One more pint, uh, yeah, one more pint, uh, yeah
One more pint, yeah, yeah, one more pint, yeah, yeah
Too much lean, uh, yeah, too much ice, hold up, yeah
One more pint, uh, yeah, one more pint