RIP BOZO lyrics

(Wake up Filthy)

[Chorus:Playboi Carti]

Riding round in an S R T
You can get this smoke for free
I miss Bozo,rest in peace
They shoot at the opps,don’t f*ck with me
I’m dripped out in Amiri

[Verse 1:Playboi Carti]

This will be where your grave is
I harass the b*tch,then I smack the b*tch
Uh,tits out the roof
No way that I’m bullet proof
You smoking them opps,we smoking them too
Uh,b*tch I’m in phantom mode
Only go Poltergeist on their ass if you f*cking with a ghost
Lil b*tch I do the most
Getting bread,we making toast
My lil Choppa,I’mma let it blow

[Chorus:Playboi Carti]

Riding round in an S R T
You can get this smoke for free
I miss Bozo,rest in peace
They shoot at the opps,don’t f*ck with me
I’m dripped out in Amiri
[Verse 2:Alam Nasrallah]

Kill the beat,call this murdеr
Playing with them burners
Five еight,I’mma Smurf ya
Shoot five in my turf ya
Shoot you in the back,does it hurt ya?
R Kelly,p*ss on the b*tch
Can’t f*ck with her,her pus*y smell like fish
Call them,I just hit a lick
Ayo momma,I ran through with the sh*ts!
Aren’t you proud that I’m your kid?

We’re gonna stomp you out
He’s speaking crazy sh*t out of his mouth
So what the f*ck you talking bout?
We bust it down on yo momma’s couch
Right in your momma’s house
Got a hundred thou
I could go for thirty rounds
You know that’s what I’m about
Can’t fall in love with a hoe
Once you find her,you gotta let her go

[Chorus:Playboi Carti]
Riding round in an S R T
You can get this smoke for free
I miss Bozo,rest in peace
They shoot at the opps,don’t f*ck with me
I’m dripped out in Amiri

[Verse 3:Playboi Carti]

Got them Jolly Ranchers
We up in here,yes sir
Bullets come busting,no pressure
Haven’t f*cked that b*tch yet sir
And where’s my check sir?
We making a movie out here
You should see it
And if I ever get a murder charge,I’ll Michael Jackson beat it
You ain’t gang bro,you ain’t for the streets kid
I’mma teach her,dumb b*tch

[Chorus:Playboi Carti]

Riding round in an S R T
You can get this smoke for free
I miss Bozo,rest in peace
They shoot at the opps,don’t f*ck with me
I’m dripped out in Amiri
[Verse 4:Alam Nasrallah]

You should retire
Goddamn,I’m on fire
I’m the one for hire
I’m tired of these rappers saying I sound the same
I’m not the same
I’m Arabian and I can still roast your ass
With every verse,I’m getting cash
Smack that ass
Going in the NASCAR,fast
I can say the n word,I have the pass

[Chorus:Playboi Carti]

Riding round in an S R T
You can get this smoke for free
I miss Bozo,rest in peace
They shoot at the opps,don’t f*ck with me
I’m dripped out in Amiri