LSD II (Wit Tha Fanta) lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
(Real trap sh*t)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
(Carti, Carti)
(Cultie, Cultie)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Louis, Gucci, Prada, just designer, ayy
I just mixed the lean with the Fanta, ayy, uh
Mixin' up that dope, Arm & Hammer, ayy
Free my n*ggas locked up in the slammer, ayy
Zone 3 Yung Carti go harder
Came a long way from ridin' on the motherf*ckin' MARTA
Now I'm ridin' shotgun, puffin' dank with your daughter
On my mama, I'm a pretty young n*gga like my mama, uh (Carti, Carti)
(Carti, Carti, Carti, Carti)
n*ggas plottin', trust nobody, uh
Catch a body off the bean, uh
Doin' donuts, uh, in the lobby
On my partner, I got thotties, Silkk the Shocker
Got the hoes knockin', tryna f*ck me, uh
'Bout this money
White b*tch, snowbunny, yeah
Easter-pink in my cup, off the mud
I f*cked that b*tch, yeah, off the mud
n*gga, what's good?
On the block, got the Glock
Sell rerock, f*ck an opp
Yung Carti can't stop, nah
King Cultie, he on
Smokin' that strong, sellin' that strong all day long
(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I mixed the lean with the Fanta, uh
Mixed the lean with the Fanta, uh, uh
I'ma mix that dope, Arm & Hammer, ayy, ayy
I'ma mix that dope, Arm & Hammer, uh, ayy
I mixed the lean with the Fanta, uh
Mixed the lean with the Fanta, uh
I'ma mix that dope, Arm & Hammer, ayy, ayy
I'ma mix that dope, Arm & Hammer, uh

[Verse 2: Cultie]
Little LSD on the tab
Me and Yachty high talkin' 'bout a mansion
Back then n*ggas couldn't stand us
Now we high fivin' high rollers, wave high to the camera
Goddamn, b*tch, feelin' like the man
'Bout to board the flight back to Atlanta
678 'til the day a n*gga rest
Used to tote cannons, now they shoot us with the Canon
I couldn't never lie, I would never try
Take a dab, hold it in, now it's colors all around you
Backpack got a couple pounds too
Soundproof silencer equipped when they pound you
Now who lookin' like the man
Cartier probably on the Xan'
What a n*gga gotta do to get a mutherf*ckin' space on the sand?
Rollin' blunts 'til a n*gga crampin' in the hand, sh*t
My companion be the bands
Bape on my body
4-5 layin' beside me
Mama said the road ain't easy
Ate a little ramen, now it's steak, sushi and wasabi
b*tches used to laugh at a n*gga, never came around
Now they wish they was layin' beside me
Said we want all the money now
Passport stamps from Atlanta to Dubai with Mauis
Where the Molly at?