Playboi Carti
Poppin' a pill, still
Shawty on the block with me, wearing Chanel
Too much dope in here, I can smash smash
Too many guns in here, I can tell a tale
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Heat in my hand, no oven mitt
Take a block and tumble it
Bitch, give me that cookie, I'm crumblin'
Uh-uh, you lovin' that ho
The way that go, I never know
Rollin' up P's, cappin' that O,
get sparked from the heat that was definite, though
You can try to run, but you catchin' them, though
Wanna fuck on these mouth like I'm Eminem, thoughIt's a hit-and-run, hit the ambulance hoe
Ice in my cup, September 24
Smooth get me higher than the airfield though
Mama told me "Never ever fear" though
.45 bigger than the elephant, though
Go to court, smellin' like I sell elbows
Ha-ha, you was poppin' that shit
Now, they run 'em down and start poppin' them sticks
Ha-ha, you was not with that shit
You don't even know what come with that shit
Merc, Merc, Merc, Merc that blue bumper,
bitch with me, all in my arms, yeah
After that I sent her home, and I zonked, zonked yeah
We want all the smoke, we got mob fare
Poppin' a pill, still
Shawty on the block with me, wearing Chanel
Too much dope in here, I can smash smash
Too many guns in here, I can't tell a tale
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