di*k Pleaser (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
(Might have to put this on Twitter 'cause I'm that bored, yeah)
I made this sh*t, I made this sh*t just for Twitter
I'm just tryna show n*ggas like, what I'm on, you get what I'm sayin'?
I made this sh*t, at like 6 AM
I made this sh*t, like 6 AM in Paris (King Vamp)
Yeah, I just went to Paris
Right after I left New York, I had to go to Paris real quick, just, just real quick
See my boy Skepta real quick, you know what I'm sayin'?
Woke up on Planet X, you know what I'm sayin' (X, n*gga, count up)
(King motherf*ckin' Tut, n*gga)

[Verse]
She said, "Carti, you the man in this b*tch," yeah
pus*y wide open, I'ma put my hand in that b*tch, yeah (Slatt)
Rich n*gga, rich sh*t, rich n*gga, rich b*tch (Slatt)
Big house, big car, big jet, spaceship (Slatt)
I can't go nowhere without my stick (Stick)
I can't go nowhere without my stick
I'm on the Southside posted with thе Crips (Crip)
'Cause it's all love, they know what it is (Yеah)
I spent a couple mil' on some bullsh*t, uh
My baby mama stay on that bullsh*t (Slatt)
Man, I swear I hate a b*tch with loose lips
That's that type of sh*t that make me lose it (Yeah)
If I crash out right now, that'd be foolish (Yeah)
But these n*ggas, they temptin' me to do it
It's Homixide Gang, n*gga, yeah, we do it (Homixide, Homixide)
We gon' kill you and everybody you cool with (Slatt)
I just f*cked a b*tch I went to school with (Slatt)
I'm on some Patek sh*t, I'm on some more sh*t (Slatt)
Juvenile, yeah, I'm movin' slow motion (Yeah)
I'm in Houston with my n*ggas sippin' potion (Bean)
Mix it up with Ciroc, now I'm coastin' (Yah)
I just gave the b*tch a rock, now she floatin' (Yah)
I drove a Phantom all year, now I'm ghostin' (What?)
And I don't stop at red lights, I keep goin' (What?)
What you say? Huh? What that n*gga say? (What?)
What did Carti say? (What?), What did Carti say? (What?)
I been smokin' on these cigarettes, holdin' on to plenty racks
And I'm on that codeine, you might not get a text back
Call my doctor up, yeah, yeah, I need my tests back
b*tch, I think I'm sick, yeah, so, I had to get checked
Sick in the booth, yeah, jump out the roof, yeah
Ain't nobody comin' like Yung Carti, tell the truth, yeah
I ain't even did sh*t, how can I lose it?
They tryna take my swag, they tryna take my moves (Yeah)
Everything I do, I do (Slatt)
I stay with my dawg, Blue's Clues (Slatt)
Back against the wall (Slatt), SooWoo (Slatt)
Free G-wee (Yeah), free all my troops (Slatt)
I'ma keep it bool, yeah, just for you (Okay)
b*tch, I been bool (Okay), since high school (Yeah)
No camera phones in this b*tch, yeah (Yeah)
I'm in the zone with the hoes gettin' lit, yeah
I'm in the backseat, off opium (Slatt)
n*gga talk down, we smokin' him (Slatt)
I can't believe I got this far (Boom), I can't believe (Boom)
I can't believe, came a long way from the motherf*ckin' yard (Yeah)
Hoppin' out the hotbox, with my boys (Slatt)
I'm with all my n*ggas, they on my side (Yeah)
I told my boy I'm comin' with him if he slide (Yeah)
I treat my brother kids like they f*ckin' mine
‘Cause these some killers right here, they front-line (What?)
‘Cause these some killers right here, they front-line (Yeah)
‘Cause these some killers right here, they front-line (Slatt)
‘Cause these some killers right here, they front-line (Slatt)
[Outro]
What? (Slatt)
This it, this is
This is the Carti one (Okay)
And you're allowed to, and you're allowed
And you're allowed to hear this sh*t