Playboi Carti — R.I.P. Yams

[Chorus] (She wanna hear Carti all on her speakers, yeah) (Whole lot of it, blatt) I got Prada on my ass I got slimes, they pull up fast I put a quarter on your ass Get you bodied for a pack Big ass Draco, big ass SIG I just made her swallow my kids [Verse 1] Big ass Draco, big ass SIG I fucked that bitch, we made a flick (Blatt) I'ma smoke me a opp just like a cig' I'ma cut that bitch, she not my kin Tryna fuck two hoes, I think they twins I'm rocking them Chrome Hearts Got a baddie and she die hard (Slatt, blatt) I'm 'bout to blast this ho (Blaow, blaow, yeah, bow) [Chorus] (Blatt) I got Prada on my ass I got slimes, they pull up fast I put a quarter on your ass Get you bodied for a pack Big ass Draco, big ass SIG I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt-blatt, blatt, blatt) [Bridge] Yeah, oh (Blatt) Yeah (Blatt, ah, what?) Uh Yeah-yeah, uh (Blatt, uh, blatt, slatt) Uh, uh [Refrain] Bentlеys and Lambs Bentleys and Lambs, Bentlеys and Lambs I'm in this bitch, huh R.I.P. Yams, R.I.P. Yams And I'm in my closet, yeah I'm 'bout to fuck on a project bitch Got a K and a SIG, might slide on the bih 250 in cash, we ain't playin' with a bih 250 in the bag, I ain't playin' with a bih Yeah, and Carti a diva Uh, yeah, this Vivienne Westwood Yeah, your bitch is a eater Uh, yeah, I swear that that top good Big FN, it's a blicky, blicky, blicky (Blicky, blatt) Kicking shit, bitch, yeah, nigga, like FIFA, hol 'up, what? (Hol' up, hol' up) [Verse 2] She wanna hear Carti all on her speakers, hold up, yeah I smoke my weed, I smoke my reefer, hold up (Blatt, bah) I pour the lean, I'm on the liter, huh, huh I had to go, I gotta leave her, huh (Yeah), yeah Big heartagram on the tattoo, yeah, slatt, huh, yeah All red suit like Deadpool (Blatt-blatt-blah, blatt-blatt-blatt, blatt) You paying for pussy, I don't pay, fool (I don't pay for no pussy, hol' on, pussy) Iced out wrist and it cost two (Cash, cash, blatt, cash, uh) Fuck a bitch outside, yeah, hold up (Blatt-blatt, blatt, sex, blah, blatt-blatt) I want that muh'fucka' dead, hold up (Blatt-blatt, blatt, blatt-blatt, blatt, blatt) I want an apology (Buh, blatt) You cannot talk to me (Blatt) You cannot lie to me, hol' up You cannot lie to me (Blatt, blatt, blatt) [Chorus] (She wanna hear Carti all on her speakers, yeah) (Whole lot of it, blatt) I got Prada on my ass I got slimes, they pull up fast I put a quarter on your ass Get you bodied for a pack Big ass Draco, big ass SIG I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt-blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) [Bridge] I just made her swallow my— (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt) Big ass Draco, big ass SIG Big ass Draco, big ass SIG [Refrain] Bentleys and Lambs Bentleys and Lambs, Bentleys and Lambs I'm in this bitch, huh R.I.P. Yams, R.I.P. Yams And I'm in my closet, yeah I'm 'bout to fuck on a project bitch Got a K and a SIG, might slide on the bih 250 in cash, we ain't playin' with a bih 250 in the bag, I ain't playin' with a bih Yeah, and Carti a diva Uh, yeah, this Vivienne Westwood Yeah, your bitch is a eater Uh, yeah, I swear that that top good Big FN, it's a blicky, blicky, blicky (Blicky, blatt) Kicking shit, bitch, yeah, nigga, like FIFA, hol' up [Chorus] (She wanna hear Carti all on her speakers, yeah) (Whole lot of it) I got Prada on my ass I got slimes, they pull up fast I put a quarter on your ass Get you bodied for a pack Big ass Draco, big ass SIG I just made her swallow my kids