[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, uh, man, you n***as actors
You fuckin' rappers, y'all actin'
I come through blastin'
Your bitch too basic, a catfish, I…
Your bitch too basic, a catfish
That shit too tragic
I'm countin' caskets, that's- (Count up, count up)
Caskets, I'm countin' caskets (Count up, count up)
In Aston
That Aston Martin
Bitch, I'm crashin', I'm laggin' (What? Crash that shit)
I'm jetlaggin' (LA, LA)
Ayy, yeah, ayy, uh

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Man, my bitch too bad
Ayy, yeah, my bitch too bad, she bad and bougie (Bad and bougie)
Yeah, grab her on the booty, told that ho she cutie
Yeah, ay, shit, '08, rockin' Coogi (What?)
Ayy, shit, yeah, bitch, '08, rockin' Coogi
Yeah, hit shit
Kickin' shit, kickin' shit
Ooh, I just got a bitch and she love the suckin' dick
Ayy, I just got a whip and I love to drive that shit
Ayy, when I'm in the VIP all the bitches feel my shit (Oh yeah)
Ooh, uh, yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah, ooh-ooh
Swoolin' with the loot
Ooh, gave that ho the boot (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, ooh, what I do? (Yeah)
Count a hundred thou'
Ooh, ooh, I'm too…
Ooh, ooh, only fuck with red, ooh, ooh, don't fuck with blue
If you Snoop then you cool
Ooh, ooh, boy, I'm bool
Ooh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Man, these n***as actors
They fuckin' actin' (Carti)
Man, these n***as actors
These n***as rappers, they actin'
I come through blastin'
Up in traffic, in traffic
Pull up in traffic
I'm countin' caskets, caskets (What? What?)
You n***as blastin'
I ain't blastin', y'all ashin'
That Aston Martin
Bitch, I crash it, I crash it (What?)
Bitch, I crash it, crash it
Bitch, I'm blastin', I'm blastin'
Bitch, in Aston, uh, I'm blastin' (What?)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Uh, uh
Come here, let's go
Come here, let's go
Uh, come here, let's go
Uh, come here, let's go, let's go, let's go
Ayy, yeah, bet I hit that check, that check
Fuck your ho, she give me neck
Boy, that pussy stay so wet
I'm in South Atlanta shit
Zone 3, bitch, that's what I rep
2900, 2900
Ayy, shout out Flocka Flame, in the cut with the flame
Uh, shout out to my dog, he got n***as with the things
Ayy, shout out to my plug, boy, he send them n***as in
Ayy, and my n***as here, boy, we might just bring it in
And I fuck with the DJ so he playin' all my shit
And I been in this…
Uh, yeah, shit, ooh, yeah
Man, I just seen some n***as at the shit
Man, these n***as ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Pour that cup, try that shit
Talkin' shit get you lit
Ayy, bitch, I'm too lit
Ayy, yeah, I'm too lit
Got a bitch, she too lit (Rubi)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Ayy, yeah, these n***as actors
They fuckin' actors
Ayy, these fuckin' rappers, they fuckin' actin'
Ayy, Aston Martin coupe, I'm blastin'

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
Havin', I'm fuckin' havin'
Off the dome, bitch, I'm off the dome
I'm on the phone, ho, I'm on the phone, shut up
I'm off the dome, bitch, just give me dome, shut up
I'm on the phone, bitch, I'm on the phone, shut up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, alright, yeah
I'm on the phone, bitch, I'm on the phone, shut up
I'm on the phone, bitch, I'm on the phone
Uh, I'm on the phone, bitch, I'm on the phone

[Verse 3: Jaydes]
Yeah, ayy
And that's not my set
My Glock got wet, ayy
Two bitches in my bed
I'm boolin' ain't no bap
I'm spinnin' for my deads
We winnin' no bap
I pull up bro I'm out
That goyard bag, this shit expensive (Yeah)
Move like the Hot Topic fuck that hoe in Spencers (Yeah)
We too expensive, gotta spread the message
Yeah, we too expensive (One time)
And I miss that lil shawty a lil'
Codeine on her lip, make her take a trip (Yeah)
Yeah, we spendin' bands when we in that whip
Yeah, we spending bands when we- (Gold on)
I don't fuck with blue, ooh, I'm getting that new, ooh, blue
Hundred blue, ooh (Blue)
Ha, get yo bitch straight off Youtube
Yeah, she connecting, just like Bluetooth
That bitch a dog that bitch like blues clues (yeah)
And that shit be tragic, these n***as actin' I see it through (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'ma talk my shit, yeah
When I walk in, all these bitches feel my shit (Yeah)
Yeah like i'm a pimp, I know I'm a pimp
Walkin' all these dogs, take them on a trip (Yeah)
I need my Goyard
Ayy, got me fresh as shit (Fresh as shit)
Yeah I'm the shit
Her n***a know the shit (yeah)
He too mad and I am too glad, yeah
I got my bag, uh
Yeah I got my bag, uh
Put you in my bag, pussy
You too fanned out
Yeah, walkin' up to me, you got your hands out
Yeah, yeah
We gotta move silent bitch, yeah
Cause' you know they got their cams out
Yeah, talkin', I'm chattin' (yeah, ayy)
All these pussy n***as steady rattin' (Yeah)
If I catch that rat like Tom and Jerry (Yeah)
Fuck n***a you know I'm no fairy (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Why these n***as tried it
I'd fucking out them, in public
These n***as pussy, I might just do it
Don't dub it, I- yeah (Don't cut up)