Countin’ Caskets (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, uh, man, you n*ggas actors
You f*ckin' rappers, y'all actin'
I come through blastin'
Your b*tch too basic, a catfish, I…
Your b*tch too basic, a catfish
That sh*t too tragic
I'm countin' caskets, that's- (Count up, count up)
Caskets, I'm countin' caskets (Count up, count up)
In Aston
That Aston Martin
b*tch, I'm crashin', I'm laggin' (What? Crash that sh*t)
I'm jetlaggin' (LA, LA)
Ayy, yeah, ayy, uh

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Man, my b*tch too bad
Ayy, yeah, my b*tch too bad, she bad and bougie (Bad and bougie)
Yeah, grab her on the booty, told that ho she cutie
Yeah, ay, sh*t, '08, rockin' Coogi (What?)
Ayy, sh*t, yeah, b*tch, '08, rockin' Coogi
Yeah, hit sh*t
Kickin' sh*t, kickin' sh*t
Ooh, I just got a b*tch and she love the suckin' di*k
Ayy, I just got a whip and I love to drive that sh*t
Ayy, when I'm in the VIP all the b*tches feel my sh*t (Oh yeah)
Ooh, uh, yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah, ooh-ooh
Swoolin' with the loot
Ooh, gave that ho the boot (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, ooh, what I do? (Yeah)
Count a hundred thou'
Ooh, ooh, I'm too…
Ooh, ooh, only f*ck with red, ooh, ooh, don't f*ck with blue
If you Snoop then you cool
Ooh, ooh, boy, I'm bool
Ooh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Man, these n*ggas actors
They f*ckin' actin' (Carti)
Man, these n*ggas actors
These n*ggas rappers, they actin'
I come through blastin'
Up in traffic, in traffic
Pull up in traffic
I'm countin' caskets, caskets (What? What?)
You n*ggas blastin'
I ain't blastin', y'all ashin'
That Aston Martin
b*tch, I crash it, I crash it (What?)
b*tch, I crash it, crash it
b*tch, I'm blastin', I'm blastin'
b*tch, in Aston, uh, I'm blastin' (What?)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Uh, uh
Come here, let's go
Come here, let's go
Uh, come here, let's go
Uh, come here, let's go, let's go, let's go
Ayy, yeah, bet I hit that check, that check
f*ck your ho, she give me neck
Boy, that pus*y stay so wet
I'm in South Atlanta sh*t
Zone 3, b*tch, that's what I rep
2900, 2900
Ayy, shout out Flocka Flame, in the cut with the flame
Uh, shout out to my dog, he got n*ggas with the things
Ayy, shout out to my plug, boy, he send them n*ggas in
Ayy, and my n*ggas here, boy, we might just bring it in
And I f*ck with the DJ so he playin' all my sh*t
And I been in this…
Uh, yeah, sh*t, ooh, yeah
Man, I just seen some n*ggas at the sh*t
Man, these n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
Pour that cup, try that sh*t
Talkin' sh*t get you lit
Ayy, b*tch, I'm too lit
Ayy, yeah, I'm too lit
Got a b*tch, she too lit (Rubi)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Ayy, yeah, these n*ggas actors
They f*ckin' actors
Ayy, these f*ckin' rappers, they f*ckin' actin'
Ayy, Aston Martin coupe, I'm blastin'

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
Havin', I'm f*ckin' havin'
Off the dome, b*tch, I'm off the dome
I'm on the phone, ho, I'm on the phone, shut up
I'm off the dome, b*tch, just give me dome, shut up
I'm on the phone, b*tch, I'm on the phone, shut up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, alright, yeah
I'm on the phone, b*tch, I'm on the phone, shut up
I'm on the phone, b*tch, I'm on the phone
Uh, I'm on the phone, b*tch, I'm on the phone

[Verse 3: Jaydes]
Yeah, ayy
And that's not my set
My Glock got wet, ayy
Two b*tches in my bed
I'm boolin' ain't no bap
I'm spinnin' for my deads
We winnin' no bap
I pull up bro I'm out
That goyard bag, this sh*t expensive (Yeah)
Move like the Hot Topic f*ck that hoe in Spencers (Yeah)
We too expensive, gotta spread the message
Yeah, we too expensive (One time)
And I miss that lil shawty a lil'
Codeine on her lip, make her take a trip (Yeah)
Yeah, we spendin' bands when we in that whip
Yeah, we spending bands when we- (Gold on)
I don't f*ck with blue, ooh, I'm getting that new, ooh, blue
Hundred blue, ooh (Blue)
Ha, get yo b*tch straight off Youtube
Yeah, she connecting, just like Bluetooth
That b*tch a dog that b*tch like blues clues (yeah)
And that sh*t be tragic, these n*ggas actin' I see it through (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'ma talk my sh*t, yeah
When I walk in, all these b*tches feel my sh*t (Yeah)
Yeah like i'm a pimp, I know I'm a pimp
Walkin' all these dogs, take them on a trip (Yeah)
I need my Goyard
Ayy, got me fresh as sh*t (Fresh as sh*t)
Yeah I'm the sh*t
Her n*gga know the sh*t (yeah)
He too mad and I am too glad, yeah
I got my bag, uh
Yeah I got my bag, uh
Put you in my bag, pus*y
You too fanned out
Yeah, walkin' up to me, you got your hands out
Yeah, yeah
We gotta move silent b*tch, yeah
Cause' you know they got their cams out
Yeah, talkin', I'm chattin' (yeah, ayy)
All these pus*y n*ggas steady rattin' (Yeah)
If I catch that rat like Tom and Jerry (Yeah)
f*ck n*gga you know I'm no fairy (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Why these n*ggas tried it
I'd f*cking out them, in public
These n*ggas pus*y, I might just do it
Don't dub it, I- yeah (Don't cut up)