Playboi Carti — Living Reckless

[Intro] Its- its JC Its- its Yeah, JC I'm dri- I'm dri- I'm just, I'm just makin' I'm dri- I'm dri- [Verse 1] Dead hoes, now wait, hustle and aesthetic-based When the golden boys hit the corner, scavengers surround the place Even when I was saying grace, they did that shit for Satan's sake Thinking he can help, seen my niggas sent to Heaven's gates Never heard of vacay, never had the time to play Until the neighbors leave, drank is full, bitch, it's time to skate Train to the devil and, it's the only time life makes sense Fuck with the zombie, you'll get redder than a white bitch (Yeah, shit) It's like my world is my residence Life can be so pleasant when you livin' that shit reckless Livin' that shit reckless [Verse 2] Corduroys on a golden boy, supreme team with gold blings Signatures on they rings, parachute bags Brass knuckles and knick-knacks, pockets full of cheddar And empty dime bags, rollin' up the hash with the fellas Higher than ever, I dead 'em all, where's the shovel? Zombie Gang to the other, that's my brother (JC) Just raised from another, that's my nigga though We bringin' bitches to the condo, I think they kinda shy though It's still all good though, they say they from Toronto I woulda thought Chicago, they say they tryna smoke some I say, "Bitch, shake that ass though" Weed got me fucked up, can you please try to take it slow? Hold up, you grabbin' my pants, tryna see what you workin' with You doin' too much, I'm just tryna fuck, so whatchu sayin'? Don't be playin', I don't like to be upset too much You blowin' my high, you tryna chill or what? What? [Outro] Hello? Nah, let me tell you 'bout this group, right- I'm just tryna- They name is- uh... I'm j- I'm j- (I'm just tryna) ... the freaking Zombies or something I'm just tryna- (I'm just tryna make it) There's this lil' dude, right? His name JC Cartier, Cartier Just listen to it, tell me what you think Living that shit Livin' that shit reckless, yeah!