On It!

Yeah

You see all this ice, *****, you see how we rockin'

CYN, *****

I bust down in these Louies

I gotta chill, knockin' down all these groupies

I'm a Playboi Carti, hang around with the Uzi

You actin' like she yours but she down for my movie

I be pimpin', I ain't worried 'bout no ***** crushin'

If I jump, they gon' jump, get this ***** jumpin'

Broke up with my Glock, got that ***** dumpin'

If I wear my money with my clothes, I can't fit nothin'

Bands pokin', thirty Glock got my hand smokin'

If I'm up and catch a lick, I put my mans on it

I bring the b*****s to the beach, put the sand on it

Treat that ass like a fur and put my hands on it

Yeah, uh, put my hands on it

If you twerkin' for a Birkin, put my bands on it

Dirty money, she gon' have to put a fan on it

Shawty duckin' from the flash, put the cam on it

Yeah, I go Super Saiyan on it

And she's leavin' with me, you can plan on it

'Cause the crib so big, you can land on it

And that s**t got a beach, you can tan on it

What? What? And that's facts

Cut her off, she mad, and that's that

Four door garage, the whips black

Hoes wanna menáge, they ***** bad

Like I worked at WingStop, you see these pieces

This Cuban link sittin' up just like I got cleavage

Like an old *****, let me put my teeth in

I can't smile too hard 'cause my s**t really blingin'

And if the head game right, I'm not leavin'

You bald-headed, if you can't achieve it, *****, weave it

These ****** want smoke but these ****** still tweet

This ***** got a ***** but this ***** still beakin'

I can't **** with a classy *****, I tried it

I need a ratchet ***** that's gon' suck **** and ride it

Girl, you want this ****, ain't s**t free, you gotta buy it

She Cash App and text back, ooh, you know I like it

I'm Superman 'cause these lil' ****** is my sidekick

I'm not sellin' swag but these ****** still buyin'

You not a boss, you just real good at lyin'

Singin' all my s**t, you my fan and my hypeman

I bust down in these Louies

I gotta chill, knockin' down all these groupies

I'm a Playboi Carti, hang around with the Uzi

You actin' like she yours but she down for my movie

I be pimpin', I ain't worried 'bout no ***** crushin'

If I jump, they gon' jump, get this ***** jumpin'

Broke up with my Glock, got that ***** dumpin'

If I wear my money with my clothes, I can't fit nothin'

Bands pokin', thirty Glock got my hand smokin'

If I'm up and catch a lick, I put my mans on it

I bring the b*****s to the beach, put the sand on it

Treat that ass like a fur and put my hands on it