Figi Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, man, where the f*ck is Mario Judah?)
Yuh, what? Yuh, what? Got my slatts with me
Yuh, yuh, what?
Carti, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse]
Eeny meeny (Eeny meeny, yeah)
Picky b*tch, I want that sh*t that's got me leanin' (Yeah, yeah)
Picky b*tch, I want that sh*t that's got me leanin' (Yeah, she got me leanin')
I shoot that n*gga, I wanna count him in a minute (Yeah)
Just give me drip, send me Carti-Cartier (Carti, Carti, yeah, yeah)
She keep that Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Cartier (Gucci, Fendi, Cartier)
And if I want designer, get the Cartier (Cartier)
I pick up that b*tch, I won't show ya' any cheese (What? Any cheese, yeah)
Tell these b*tches to stop it (Yeah), tell these b*tches to stop it (Yeah)
Don't give no f*ck, I bet these n*ggas p*ssed at me (Yeah, yeah)
I got my own cup, I'm p*ssin' in this lean (Yeah, lean)
I got my gang takin' and I'm ready to up this b*tch (Yeah)
Gettin' money in this sh*t, gettin' a lotta bank (Yeah, gettin' a lotta bank)
Whole lotta red in this b*tch lil' time (Whole lotta red)
Whole lotta red in this b*tch, yeah (Whole lotta red)
Whole lotta slatts in this b*tch, yeah
Slatt, sit there with my slatts with me (Slatt, slatt)
I just come to shoot you with my slatt fiends (What? What? Slatt, fiend)
You know that I'm comin' and my slatts with me (What? Baby)
You know I be killin' with my slatts with me (What? Yeah, what?)
You know that I be killin' with my slatts with me (Slatt, slatt)
Poppin' lean like Kylie Jenner, she's with me (Kylie, Kylie)
That pus*y panicked, callin' up prolly a pus*y n*gga (Yeah, pus*y)
Gimme, pop it, I'm p*ssin', n*gga (Frr, frrp, frr)
My n*gga scared to pop but shootin' at these n*ggas (What? What? What?)
When we mad we might pop out in this sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
My cup red, got this shawty, mind my business (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put Cartier all up on my bitty (Cartier, what?)
I put Cartier all up in my Bimmer (Cartier)
pus*y n*gga, we gon' trap and he ain't wit' it
I pop my sh*t, she caught that pus*y n*gga with it (Yeah, pop up in that)
My n*gga pop out with that gun, she killin' it (Frrp)
My n*gga, that's Chanel, that Kylie, she made me faint (What? b*tch)
We give no f*cks 'bout it, it's not ain't what it used to be (What?)
We give no f*ck 'bout that pus*y ass n*gga, yeah (Yeah)
Can't get no money, he's a b*tch ass, pop his sh*t (b*tch, what?)
My n*gga gon' aim it then gon' shoot this b*tch up, yeah
Oh, you tried, my n*gga, they gon' bust your sh*t, yeah
Don't give no f*ck about you, we gon' take that b*tch like, yeah
I f*ck that lil' b*tch now, then I kick her out like, yeah
[Outro]
(Ayy, man, where the f*ck is Mario Judah?)