[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I just go f*ck on your b*tch (Might just go f*ck on your b*tch)
I just go f*ck on your b*tch (Might just go f*ck on your b*tch)
I just go f*ck on your b*tch (Might just go f*ck on your b*tch)
I just go f*ck on your b*tch (Might just go f*ck on your b*tch)
Oh, f*ck on your b*tch, oh
I just go f*ck on your b*tch, but I'm still f*cking your b*tch
I should be f*cking your b*tch (I should be f*cking your b*tch)
I just go f*ck on your b*tch, I just go f*ck on your b*tch
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Let them folks in, bring them hoes in
We got more than what you holding
I pour them fours in, I'm on kickstand
I'm on Cleveland, man I'm on Bleveland
I passed the jay to Rock(y) like that n*gga a big man
Number nine kicking sh*t with my partner and them
I pull like ten bands, but that's for partner and them
I see you rock with them, but you don't rock with them
I rock with squad and them
I rock with Rocky and them, I rock with Bari and them
Don't f*ck with Pollari then
I f*cked the shawty damn, I let the shawty in
They let my 40 in, so I stop partying
[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I just go f*ck on your b*tch (Might just go f*ck on your b*tch)
I just go f*ck on your b*tch (Might just go f*ck on your b*tch)
I just go f*ck on your b*tch (Might just go f*ck on your b*tch)
I just go f*ck on your b*tch (Might just go f*ck on your b*tch)
Oh, f*ck on your b*tch, oh
I just go f*ck on your b*tch, but I'm still f*cking your b*tch
I should be f*cking your b*tch (I should be f*cking your b*tch)
I just go f*ck on your b*tch, I just go f*ck on your b*tch
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
And my 40 in, we start partying
Pouring up a four, pouring up a four
f*cking on your hoes and I'm trying clothes
Designer my 'drobe, my n*gga get load
My n*ggas get load, my n*gga got blow
Ask a n*gga foes, watch a n*gga nose
And I'm still f*cking your b*tch, and I'm still f*cking your b*tch
Might just go f*ck on your b*tch
[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I just go f*ck on your b*tch (Might just go f*ck on your b*tch)
I just go f*ck on your b*tch (Might just go f*ck on your b*tch)
I just go f*ck on your b*tch (Might just go f*ck on your b*tch)
I just go f*ck on your b*tch (Might just go f*ck on your b*tch)
Oh, f*ck on your b*tch, oh
I just go f*ck on your b*tch, but I'm still f*cking your b*tch
I should be f*cking your b*tch (I should be f*cking your b*tch)
I just go f*ck on your b*tch, I just go f*ck on your b*tch
[Post-Hook: Playboi Carti]
In this b*tch goin' crazy
I whip this sh*t like a baby
I f*ck your b*tch she my baby
I treat your girl like my lady
Shorty [?]
Plays with the [?] like the [?]
I'm in the kitchen go crazy
I just want a new Mercedes
[Interlude]
[Verse 4: XXXTENTACION]
If the seasons change
Will you remain the same?
Oh, how I love the cold
Because of you I'll never know