Playboi Carti — Club Pink

[Intro: Sir Cartier] Damn, damn, damn Carti, Carti Let it rain P rain [Verse 1: Sir Cartier] Grip the .44 mag (Uh) 44 niggas at the door, hold the gats (Hold the gats) Are you old (Are you old)? Where the cash? Bitch, splash (Uh) Straight mob on your ass Body bags, zombie flesh Yeah I'm sippin’, fuck the rest Grab the forty, call for the homie, pour for the homie, yeah I blowtorch to heaven, do you smell that loud fragrance Oh God (Oh God), we don't talk a lot, unless I'm on that pot But yeah, we cool (Bitch) Swimming pool (Bitch) Chilling with the guys, she call me Ali Weed just took (Uh-huh), girl you ain’t styling Black is the best (Yeah), on the Gram I ain't texting me, on your chest, I take your last breath Bitch, like I stunt, I grind Nose grind, I'm high off fund Third degree fine, plus red nose bitch Throw off the vine, yeah Yo, tell me how it feel When the coke staring at your mind She still vaping here, hit it from behind I don't head and shoulders, fake colder Sports car, but I drive slower Glance at the refugee like who the fuck is shooting Fuck the shoe, nigga, fuck your crew [Chorus: Sir Cartier] Bitch bad (Bitch), she don't drink (She don't) She just sucked the pack (She just sucked the pack) Got me brain, got me brain Bitch bad (Bitch), she don't drink (She don't) She just sucked the pack (She just sucked the) Got me brain, got me brain Bitch bad (Bitch), she don’t drink (She don’t) She just sucked the pack (She just sucked the pack) Got me brain, got me brain Bitch bad (Bitch), she don't drink (She don’t) She just sucked the pack (She just sucked the) Got me brain, got me brain [Verse 2: Nessly] Got niggas on go 'cause they have to, cash rules Shoot, for the right price, they'd be glad to Have you heard what you prefer Don't talk, let you walk, anything nigga work Sipping on light pink, I think much different Make a grown man evolve to an infant When guns involved, our coverage goes missing Your body get found, no revision Don’t judge me off of what you see in the album Right tight, see when I shower On the herb, I'm an owl Bitch, I'm a G, not a word with a vowel Holy shit, Rollie my wrist Holding her hand, she holding my dick Giving me head, still treat her like shit Feed her the needle, bitch I'm a prick Sitting back, holding my niggas on the fuck shit Just smoking on that loud, that's very disruptive In the clouds at every function Karats on my ear, blowing down on an onion Just me and my niggas, we team real Middle finger how you feel Just an insomniac Get my name in cardiac [Chorus: Sir Cartier] Bitch bad (Bitch), she don't drink (She don't) She just sucked the pack (She just sucked the pack) Got me brain, got me brain Bitch bad (Bitch), she don't drink (She don't) She just sucked the pack (She just sucked the) Got me brain, got me brain Bitch bad (Bitch), she don't drink (She don't) She just sucked the pack (She just sucked the pack) Got me brain, got me brain Bitch bad (Bitch), she don't drink (She don't) She just sucked the pack (She just sucked the) Got me brain, got me brain