Carry It lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh, yeah (Yeah, I'ma talk some sh*t), (Gezin), uh-huh, yeah
I'm in the cut with an aerial (8-8-8-808 Mafia)
Um, I'm bound to blow up like a aerial (Yeah)
The n*ggas with me don't really speak no English
They scream, and they shoot like barbarians (Oh yeah)
I just saw a pus*y, I just saw a rat, who just let Tommy and Jerry in? (Oh yeah)
These n*ggas don't really be n*ggas, these n*ggas be b*tches (Sheesh)
Who let Tyler Perry in? (Gleesh)
Let's go

[Chorus]
Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Grrah, grrah)
Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Oh yeah, yeah)
Thirty clip hanging out the .45 (Brrah), make it look scarier (Let's go, brrah)
Ain't been this high in a long time (Yeah)
Every day, my money on time (Yeah)
Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah), told her I'll f*ck her on my own time (Let's go, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Strap, aim at your noodle
Yes, that's what amateurs do (Brrah, brrah)
b*tch, I'm a dog (Yeah, yeah), b*tch, I'm an animal, I'm out the zoo (Woof, woof, woof)
I up the Glock, make 'em jump like hopscotch (Brrah, brrah), leave his ass sick like the flu (Okay)
Bad b*tches, need two, yeah, don't trust him, he fool, yeah (Hold on)
Hangin' out the roof in Balenciaga shoes
Virgil Abloh on me too (C'mon)
Fresh ass n*gga, on these pest ass n*ggas, I'ma press that n*gga, I'ma shoot (Boom)
I'm a vet ass n*gga, up a 'Tec ass n*gga
Tryna find peace, Ron Artest ass n*gga (Ayy)
They see blonde dreads, try and test that n*gga (Sic 'em)
I'ma have to cardiac arrest a n*gga (Sic 'em, sic 'em)
Do 'em dirty like Old Yeller (Yeah)
Money the age of an old fellow (Yeah-yeah)
Nicknamed my .45 "Mayweather" (Mayweather)
It's a thot, it's a ho, a Hugh Hefner (Yeah)
Got the pot on the stove, super chef
I'm 2Pac with the Juice, Makaveli
Hundred shots in the tool, battle-ready (Yeah-yeah)
Dunk on the b*tch, I'm rim-rattle McGrady
I seen your b*tch in a tinted Mercedes (Uh-huh)
di*k so good, she started to pay me (Uh-huh)
I got the cup like I came from the '80s (Uh-huh)
There's white in my cup like I came from the '80s (Ayy)
You sittin' in coach with your b*tch and your baby (Ayy)
I'm up in first with my first f*ckin' lady (Ayy)
She been lovin' the way I've been f*ckin' her lately (Ayy)
f*ck around, f*ck around, give her a baby (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Yeah)
Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Oh Yeah, yeah)
Thirty clip hanging out the .45 (Braah), make it look scarier (Let's go, braah)
Ain't been this high in a long time (Yeah)
Every day, my money on time (Yeah)
Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah), told her I'll f*ck her on my own time (Let's go, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Uh, um, I remember I was on the run
I was hitting licks just for fun, even though I was broke
No, I ain't have no dough, so I was tryna get me some
Tryna rob me? Nah
Tryna rob me, n*gga? You done, best believe I'm gon' keep one
Got a .30, add a drum, got a horny ass gun on me
I'ma up it, get to bustin', make it c*m
Got her horny-ass ho on my phone, wonder what she on
I'ma make her bust it open, make her c*m, yeah
Fendi coat help me hide gun, yeah
Wet 'em up, fire hydrant, yeah
Call my Draco Neji, yeah, sixty-four shot, Trigun, yeah
So many drugs around me, if you with me, you gon' try some, yeah
I dip the blunt in the Actavis
I pour a four of the potion, I'm passionate
I'm wreakin' havoc, I'm chillin' with savages
Shootin' like Mavericks with them automatics
Radical but I move highly irrational
Beat a n*gga ass in the club like Raditz
Guess I forgot all of my home trainin'
'Cause everywhere we go, we keep the ratchet
[Chorus]
Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Yeah)
Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Yeah, yeah)
Thirty clip hanging out the .45 (Yeah), make it look scarier (Let's go, Gezin)
Ain't been this hot in a long time (Yeah)
Every day, my money on time (Yeah)
Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah, 8-8-8-808 Mafia)
Told her I'll f*ck her on my own time (Yeah)