Playboi Carti — Toke

[Intro: Playboi Carti & Jamie Foxx] Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? What? (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ooh, what? (Yeah) Ooh, what? (Yeah) [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] I'm on that slatt shit I make it float, bitch (Yeah) I'm on that slime shit Gun to your neck, bitch (Slatt) I'm with them 9s, bitch They ain't goin' for shit (Nah) Ooh, lost a hundred thousand, that ain't hurt shit (Hold up) It cost a hundred thousand for my necklace (Hold up) Broke a hundred thousand hearts quick (Hold up) Break a hundred thousand down quick (Hold up) Bust-down Rollie with the kick Bust-down AP look like this (Hold up) They ain't never met a boy like this (Hold up) Ayy, I'm freestylin', boy, I'm makin' hits (Hold up) Callin' up the trap, boy, I'm homesick (Hold up) I got these niggas pissed (Yeah) [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) [Verse 2: G Herbo & Playboi Carti] (Toke shit) Ayy, ayy, you on that ho shit I don't fuck with ho niggas Ain't tryna kick it with ya I stay out hoes' business (What?) Pull up in Rolls, whippin' Fuck 'round, let poles hit him Gone off the Percs, trippin' Who do you work with, no limit? Now y'all up in surgery thinkin' at first how he just was in perfect condition I pop out with that 30, I'm gon' berserk if you put me in certain positions And I'm in that Vert switchin' (Switchin') Lanes on all you bitches Hell nah, I'm ballin' on you bitches I John Wall you bitches Yeah, as you can tell that pasto got me soundin' like I got asthma Yeah, as you can tell there's a S on the back, that mean my car go faster You look broke, bastard FN, I tote plastic Everything automatic Two hundred on this Aston Still tote the Glock in traffic Run up on me, I'm blastin' [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah) I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)