"CARTI" lyrics

(Not at—Not at—Not at the table—) Nigga
She call that shit my alter ego
Wherever he go, she go
Let's go
Ah, ha

Can't get high, still pourin' the drink up
One, two, three, four, five, I think I poured me ten cups
She a thot, she always tryin' to link up
Bought a gram, now it got me packed up
[?], nigga, you should thank us
I hit it from the back, she like to wear the handcuffs
If she don't get her way, she always throwin' tantrums
Ah, I'm off a Xanax, the color green
Man, you niggas pretend, fuck you niggas mean?
You ain't got no plan, how you play a team?
I'm in this Louis Vuitton, I Louie the team
I'm in between the Louis Vuitton while servin' the fiends
I got her comin' and I make her scream
Your bitch is fuckin', she part of the team
Just let me know where you need the pack
I keep that on, yes, I never lack
Bubblegum with shorty, almost [?]
Baby, stop poppin' them Percocets, you'll get attached
Baby, you know what, I'm stayin' over with the MAC
Baby, you know what, I'm stayin' over just strapped (Ah, ah)
This zaza fruity like Playboi Carti
If y'all start shootin' then I'm not sorry
How you be stayin' in the trap, but you not outside
Broke nigga gon' call, then I'm gon' ride
And you got a gun, is you ready to die?
If I shot your mans, is you ready to ride?
Niggas is bitches, you ready to cry?

Nigga
Just let that rock, Carlos