KETAMINE
Playboi Carti Lyrics

You niggas don't love me, your bitch wanna fuck me
My t-shirt on, so I won't get ugly
She fuckin' with a dime, I'm fuckin' with a bomb
They think I'm Osama, woah, she think I'm off somethin'
I'm fuckin' with a bad lil' vibe, Molly all over her tongue
I'm 'bout to spot me a opp, I'm 'bout to spin their truck, woah (I said)
Mama, I got me a switch, we don't give a fuck 'bout luck
Ah
Ah
Ice on my body, I'm the coolest
Trampoline jump for a cougar
Jump out the jungle, go hectic
I'm leavin' that boy in the stool, uh
She wanna fuck for the moolah
Pussy-ass niggas get lit up
That Pelle Pelle hold the Ruger
I was just layin' with your girl, huh
She like bein' 'round my niggas
She T'd up, she not switchin'
G6 got me in here glitchin'
We're rich as fuck, just listen
This bitch ain't got no vision
I'ma go ahead and give it to her
I just been feeling myself, I found Jesus, Christian Dior
Now the bitch wanna fuck on the gang, she put a stain right on the floor
Got me feelin' like Jason, chase, I'm switchin' lanes on these whores
Stop all that talkin', let's do it, you on the internet, boy, stop, boy
Move in the field with cleats and my jeans, I kill boys
Me and my niggas, we Gs, step on bitches, we kick doors
I stay runnin' up checks and holdin' the knife, it's a sport
Sittin' with my blick, I got me a gang, I can't go to court, uh
Nigga tried to pop his pain, two in his brain, blow up the fort