Talk - Playboi Carti

Hold up, who that bangin' on my door?

If a nigga try to rob me I’ma blow him in his throat, hold up, uh

Don’t be blowin' up my phone

Soundin' like a lil ho about some coke, you fuckin' ho, uh, uh

It’s Cartier, these diamonds let you niggas know, uh

You see these hundreds, these hundreds, nigga, we blow, uh

Fuck her under covers, my nigga, until the morning

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

She say, «Carti, why you actin' funny?»

(Bitch)

«Ever since you got some money you’ve been frontin' on me» (Bitch)

Say no more, the new cars (Hey)

The new broads

You so bright but you so lost, damn

You let the lean get you so gone, uh

Don’t let the drugs get you so gone, uh

Don’t let the drugs get you so gone, uh

You so bright but you so lost, yeah

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Sippin' on this Act', don’t know how to act, uh

Uh, yeah, uh

My lil' whoadie got my back, he’ll blow you back

My lil' whoadie got the strap, he’ll blow you back, damn

Yeah, yeah, uh

Uh (So, so fuckin' lost)

(Lost)