Carti lyrics

[Intro]
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my n*gga Doe)

[Verse 1]
I'm like damn, baby girl, you thicker than a Snicker
Matter fact, I feel like you too thick for your n*gga
You don't think I can handle that? Pull up, let me di*k you
Oh, don't disrespect your n*gga? b*tch, you still don't get the picture?
I told you I'm a dripper slash trapper slash rap n*gga
Project b*tch a real eater, I saved her number as "lap ripper"
Usain Bolt when I run it up, I done overlapped n*ggas
I'ma leave your ass on read, I see you like cap n*ggas
You can f*ck Vert, Glizzy, Dank, I probably'll still hit you
f*ck 'round, jump in the DM, they say she eat it up like a dill pickle
Cool with poppin' a strong back or a rhino, I ain't poppin' no pills
I got b*tches all on my line, lil' b*tch, I ain't even got to deal with you (Uh, yeah, come on)
Snatch a bad b*tch, we gon' go and get our nails done
I be havin' way more plays than the ladies doin' the mail run
That n*gga you with, he ain't no hustler, n*gga ain't even sell nothin'
She ain't treat me right, I'm gettin' out on her just like a bail bond
Mama used to whoop my ass 'cause my head hard
Seen a n*gga try to be like Lil Richey and caught a cell charge
Over here we trappin' frrt, n*gga, and we sell hard
Boston Stanley, I'll whoop a n*gga ass 'bout bein' in my damn yard

[Chorus]
I'm just tryna tell you, baby, I'm really life of the party
Turn up like the white boys, sh*t, I'm livin' my life gnarly
She said she gon' ride for me, b*tch, where's your Harley?
You ever go out sad? Oops, baby, that's hardly
I just sh*tted on your n*gga, baby, I'm so sorry
Come through in a Ferrari, havin' my way like Playboi Carti, ayy
I'm too f*ckin' rich to go and buy a f*ckin' Carti'
Cross 'em, Ja Morant, these n*ggas can't guard me
[Verse 2]
b*tch, shake your ass like your life dependent— hold on, hold on
b*tch, shake your ass like your life dependent on it (Uh)
Your n*gga, he ain't richer than me, I put my pendant on it (Come on)
Every time I f*ck a b*tch, I put my pendant on her (Ayy)
She know I'ma blow it while a b*tch dependent on me (Ayy)
We don't f*ck with dog, that's why we be spinnin' homie (Uh)
I'm too f*ckin' piped to pull up in a hemi, homie (Hold on)
Every time I pop out, b*tch, I got the switchy on me

[Chorus]
I'm just tryna tell you, baby, I'm really life of the party
Turn up like the white boys, sh*t, I'm livin' my life gnarly
She said she gon' ride for me, b*tch, where's your Harley?
You ever go out sad? Oops, baby, that's hardly
I just sh*tted on your n*gga, baby, I'm so sorry
Come through in a Ferrari, havin' my way like Playboi Carti, ayy
I'm too f*ckin' rich to go and buy a f*ckin' Carti'
Cross 'em, Ja Morant, these n*ggas can't guard me