Playboi Carti — In My Car

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti] You a copier (Copier) Yeah, you like to copy shit (I'm on that shit) You wasn't even on this style until Yung Carti popped this shit, yeah I got hella hoes, ooh And they poppin' shit, yeah I got poppin' hoes, ooh On they poppin' shit, ooh I need a solid ho, ooh Harder than a brick My bitch bad with no makeup kit, ooh And she with the shit She gotta top me off and zip her lip, ooh While I zip a brick I got choppers on my mama couch, ooh Pints all in the fridge, ooh When I leave the crib, ooh Go check on my kids, ooh All these niggas my kids, ooh I just fucked they bitch, ooh All these niggas my kids, ooh I just fucked they bitch Kickstand lit, lean, bitch Throw it in the back, we lit, yeah Throw it in the back, we lit, yeah Thumb through the check, we lit Ayy, I'm fuckin' this bitch, I flex, she split, ooh All on the dick she do trick, ooh I told that bitch that she it, ooh I told the bitch she the shit, ooh All of my niggas'll hit I give 'em the guap, he goin' to hit He go on a mission, he hit 'em with kick, ooh Kick the lil bitch with the stick, ooh He goin' out bad, that's it, ooh I'm with the set like I'm Dip, ooh Now with the set, I'm pimp, ooh I swear I could be that lil pimp, ooh I swear she need a lil pimp, ooh Treat the lil bitch like a pit, ooh VVS diamonds my neck, ooh Don't need no light to hit, ooh I know I be coolin' and shit, ooh But all of these bitches I hit, ooh And all of these niggas are bitch, ooh All of these niggas are bitch [Chorus: Playboi Carti] In my car (Car) Yeah Yeah Sippin' on that Wock' Poppin' all these bars (2900, Flatbed) Coolin' with the stars Coupe came with the star (Coupe came, coupe came, fuck you talkin' to, nigga?) In my car (Car, yeah, yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (You know what I'm sayin'? Check it out) [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Ayy, yeah I don't even like to fight But my diamonds love to hit Used to be on swipin' shit Now a nigga filthy rich, ayy With Yung Carti, that Ferrari go safari, ayy, yeah No Atari, ayy, I'm coolin' with Bari, ayy, yeah That's my gang [?] for my gang I just copped another chain, I just swerved another lane If I win a Grammy I'ma never [?] If I don't win a Grammy I'ma probably still fuck on your bitch, whoo, yeah What's the problem? Point 'em, shot 'em Bottle-pop 'em That lil bitch be wet like Fiji Why she act like she don't need me? (I don't) I don't drive no rentals If you see me in it, bitch, I bought it I do not do no narcotics But a nigga still iconic (Beep) Lil Boat [Chorus: Playboi Carti] In my car (Car) Yeah (Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?) Yeah Sippin' on that Wock' (I got pints in this shit) Poppin' all these bars (Beep, salute, 2900, Flatbed) Coolin' with the stars (Lit, lit, lit, lit) Coupe came with the star (Coupe came, coupe came, I got, star, star) In my car (Car, yeah, yeah) In my car