[Verse: Playboi Carti]

Made a lot of paper, I might just spin up on your payday

Pull up on your partner, yeah, we put some on his forehead

I just laid a nigga down, we sprayed his house, his door red

All red flag, red flag, nigga, code red

You pull up with that Hi-Point, we leave it on your forehead

That 7.62 gon' leave your motherfuckin' door red

Shut the door, baby, throw that chopper, yeah, throw it (Brrat)

Homixide Gang, we smoke the big blunts, we blow it (Brrat, brrat, brrat)

I might fuck a pop bitch and pass her to the brodie (Brodie)

I been on 'em drugs all night, lean got me bloated (Bloated)

I just poppеd an E pill, yeah, just to keep me goin' (Goin')

Money on top of bitchеs, yeah, money on top of money (On top of, hold up)

Money on top of bitches, yeah, money on top of money (On top of, hold up)

I just poured the ice cup out and poured some mud in (Pour out, pour)

I just fucked a thot bitch and passed her to my buddy (To my buddy)

I been rollin' on ecstasy, I feel it in the morning (Uh)

Niggas can't even talk to me, my young niggas extorted ('Torted)

Molly, sex and ecstasy, I turned up just like Lohan (Hahahaha)

[Outro: DJ Swamp Izzo]

See, this gon' feel like the end of the world to a lot of you fuck-niggas

To my day one's, it's a new beginning

You know what that shit mean, right?

Red again

The 5

Out