Playboi Carti (2024 Remastered) versuri

Playboi Carti (2024 Remastered) lyrics by LOE Shimmy

Intro
Free Payback, man, free Zombieland, man, free Slime, you feel me?
(Hey, Sy, where are you?)
Nobody got more bodies than me
On God
Mm, uh, watch how I walk this bitch, man
Uh, me and my nigga Vince in the booth, just like hit it every time, you feel me?
I don’t need nobody else, I’m gon’ walk this bitch, you hear me?

Chorus
Uh, bitch, I stand on business, I send blitzes, killings, run up millions
Bitch, I lost my ceilings, I pop Perkys 10, get in my feelings
Niggas ain’t send me no one I was locked, gotta run up millions
Posted on the block with Glocks and rock, if rap don’t work, I’m dealin’
Uh, went and bought the building, spend that bag on Chrome Heart, Louis, linen
Save rеst for my children, ran them racks up and made surе we winnin’
Niggas send disses and I get so deep in my feelings and that be the reason I’m killin’
Tired of the spinnin’, you see all this chicken I’m gettin’, lil’ nigga, my Cartiers hittin’

Verse
Uh, how the fuck they gon neglect the Z? They must wan’ rest in peace
Every time it’s time to bust that bag down, I take less, at least
Uh, walk with switchy in my briefs, pop pills, I itch like I got fleas
I spin with Glocks, put opps on tees, fuck bitches, two-two, 2.23
Bulletproof the brand-new Bentley, I’ma go collect that bag, you think they sent me?
These Balenciaga loafers, bought the bitch a choker, I don’t rock no Fendi
Damn, that bit ain’t over, need to free lil’ Danny
They think I’m a loafer, switchy come in handy
Pussy super soaker, eat that bitch like candy

Chorus
Uh, bitch, I stand on business, I send blitzes, killings, run up millions
Bitch, I lost my ceilings, I pop Perkys 10, get in my feelings
Niggas ain’t send me no one I was locked, gotta run up millions
Posted on the block with Glocks and rock, if rap don’t work, I’m dealin’
Uh, went and bought the building, spend that bag on Chrome Heart, Louis, linen
Save rest for my children, ran them racks up and made sure we winnin’
Niggas send disses and I get so deep in my feelings and that be the reason I’m killin’
Tired of the spinnin’, you see all this chicken I’m gettin’, lil’ nigga, my Cartiers hittin’