Terror sh*t lyrics

[Intro: $ir Cartier]
Oh, that's that n*gga Zee
D beatz, b*tch
Damn, uh
Look at all these diamonds (Carti), bad girls
b*tches, uh (Carti)

[Verse 1: $ir Cartier]
South girl give me head while a n*gga count his bread
And when I leave out this spot, don't let nobody in my crib
I got some sh*t up in that room (That room)
Some sh*t they don't assume (Uh-uh)
Some sh*t that's hard to consume (b*tch)
I don't mean digest by that
Got mid, got loud, got crack
Got pumps, AKs and TECs (Okay)
These hoes haven't seen me flex (No)
Drive around in an all white Lex' (Okay)
n*gga this ain't mine, this my ex (b*tch)
Your new b*tch, I guess
Yeah, she still tryna have sex (f*ck her)
Yeah, she still tryna have sex

[Chorus: $ir Cartier]
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (b*tch)
And now I count this dough (b*tches)
And now I sell this dope (All you b*tches)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (Carti)
And now I count this dough (Cash Carti)
And now I sell this dope (b*tch)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (b*tch)
And now I count this dough (Carti)
And now I sell this dope (Carti)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes
And now I count this dough (f*ck all these b*tches)
And now I sell this dope
Got no time for these hoes (Ayy)
[Verse 2: $ir Cartier]
We never been on the same page (No)
We never been about the same thing (No)
I cubied a campaign (Okay)
TFZ, I got my own damn gang (b*tch)
These f*ck n*ggas so damn lame (Uh-huh)
Tell these f*ck n*ggas stay in they lane (Stay in your lane)
And you might want to check your man (Check that n*gga)
Before he catch this fade (Swear to God)
If you a flop, too much success
We putting work right in your chest (b*tch)
f*ck n*gga, you know wassup
f*ck n*gga, your hoe wanna f*ck
Damn, I told your chick, f*ck her plug (Carti)
I got some drugs b*tch, what you want (Carti)

[Chorus: $ir Cartier]
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (b*tch)
And now I count this dough (b*tches)
And now I sell this dope (All you b*tches)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (Carti)
And now I count this dough (Cash Carti)
And now I sell this dope (b*tch)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (b*tch)
And now I count this dough (Carti)
And now I sell this dope (Carti)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes
And now I count this dough (f*ck all these b*tches)
And now I sell this dope
Got no time for these hoes (Ayy)