Playboi Carti — Van Go

[Verse 1] Carti Let it rain She said this how she feel when she on a pill (Yeah) Once the smoke marinate, you don't feel the chill Handsome ass nigga, I got bitches, cuz (Uh) Fuck yo block, pistols pop, 'cause we don't give no fucks (No) I swear my life is a fucking blessing All my problems disappear when I'm in rotation The room spinning (Yeah) I'm in that situation (Elevation) I'm so motherfucking faded with your old lady Two blunts, ventilation, good brain, highly educated Getting paid is my occupation I don't feel safe in the streets (No, lil' bitch) My tommy is a beast, NASCAR You never fly past a G, ho Carti rocking Tommy like we in the 90s (Ho) Carti rocking Stussy Carti get the pussy (Ho) Lame niggas out here trying do me, salute me, or shoot me [Chorus] I'm on the avenue, standing on top of my toes Eyes closed Selling heat, watch your nose I got connects with the Pope (Yeah) My lookout she know (Yeah, shit, uh) [Verse 2] Foreign car keys kick spark, please ten deep stitched Bitch quick, don't touch my shit (Yeah) New watch on my wrist She like, "damn, what happened to your wrist?" Oh don't worry bitch, my diamonds cut this shit (Yeah) Hold up, let me roll up Smoke some good stuff (Okay) Quick puff, then I start seeing stuff (Carti)