I’m off the grid like Carti And she wanna ride in my ‘Rari And she wanna go to the party But we can’t, babygirl, I’m sorry I got some racks to count up If you wanna smoke, let them know what’s up And I pour the Wock’ in my cup He spill my cup, he catchin’ slugs
I take my mind on these Xannies Please don’t make me have to up the trigger I’m sippin’ Wock’, fuckin’ up my liver I pour a Tris to go with my dinner Junya Watanabe, girl, that’s the denim I got a six, you know we gon’ kill him I got a stick tucked into my denim She gon’ get bit, vampire, venom
I’m off the grid like Carti And she wanna ride in my ‘Rari And she wanna go to the party But we can’t, babygirl, I’m sorry I got some racks to count up If you wanna smoke, let them know what’s up And I pour the Wock’ in my cup He spill my cup, he catchin’ slugs I’m off the grid like Carti And she wanna ride in my ‘Rari And she wanna go to the party But we can’t, babygirl, I’m sorry I got some racks to count up If you wanna smoke, let them know what’s up And I pour the Wock’ in my cup He spill my cup, he catchin’ slugs