Playboi Carti — I Promise You

[Intro] I, you already, you know 16 ran it up (Yeah) I got your back, slatt, I promise you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ooh, yeah (Ha) [Chorus] You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh) Yeah, hold up (Uh) ([?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?) What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up) Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah) Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?) Yeah, hol' up, uh Talkin' 'bout, ooh [Verse 1] Ooh, uh, ooh Hermes link, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Ride around, bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Ride on my dick, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Keep a bad bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh (Slatt) Keep this bitch lit, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Smoke a whole pound, what you talkin' 'bout? Been playin' wit' your bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Bag in the brief, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Carti got six, what you talkin' 'bout? (Blatt) Nigga got rich, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Bentleys and Lambs, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh I'm with my bitch and we vibin' out (Skrr) Rockin' Vlone when I'm poppin' out, ah Blingin' my ice, I'm just showin' out I'm fuckin' your bitch, the new word of mouth All of these eaters gon' find it out I'm in this bitch and I'm vibin' out I'm in this bitch, fuck he talkin' 'bout? Yeah, spray this bitch up, yeah, bitch, nobody can leave, hol' up (Blatt-blatt-blatt) Yeah, me and my niggas been geeked up, we was just teens, hol' up (Blicky) Ayy, I got some niggas that rockin' with me (Ha) [Chorus] You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh) Yeah, hold up (Uh) ([?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?) What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up) Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah) Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?) Yeah, hol' up, uh Talkin' 'bout, ooh [Verse 2] I'm a young OG, bitch, yeah, ayy Young nigga don't know me, bitch, yeah I don't even owe you shit, yeah I pull up, too much drip, yeah I pull up, too many bitches, yeah Iced-out Patek, bitch, yeah (Patek) I ain't even pay for shit, yeah Heard you wanna geek 'bout a bitch, yeah ('Bout a bitch) Put a red dot on your head, yeah Cut a bitch off, no legs And the girl stay red on red, yeah And the juice stay red on red, yeah In the back room suckin', talkin' 'bout Southside, nigga, we talkin' 'bout, yeah We don't do sets, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah We don't do that, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh We spend racks, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Too many beans, I'ma pass out, yeah (Pass out) I'm on that lean with the TEC out (TEC out) Call up Young Nudy, East Paradise, yeah We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah (What?) We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah (Ooh, ha) [Chorus] You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh) Yeah, hold up (Uh) ([?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?) What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up) Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah) Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?) Yeah, hol' up, uh (Uh) Talkin' 'bout, ooh