Talk
Playboi Carti Lyrics


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(Damn, son, where'd you find this?)
Woo, Carti (uh, I'm in this bitch, Barti)
Damn (Playboi Carti, nigga)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah (southside, nigga, all day, nigga)
(Fuck wrong with you niggas?)
Yeah, uh (this is how you feel, uh)
(This is how you feel, Carti, this is how you feel)
Playboi, play, uh (sipping on this Act', don't know how to act)

Hold up, who that bangin' on my door? (My door)
If a nigga try to rob me I'ma blow him in his throat, hold up, uh (head on, head on)
Don't be blowin' up my phone (blowin' up my phone)
Soundin' like a little ho about some coke, you fuckin' ho (Carti, damn)
Uh, uh, it's Cartier, these diamonds let you niggas know, uh
You see these hundreds, these hundreds, nigga, we blow, uh (Carti)
Fuck her under covers, my nigga, until the morn', uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
She say, "Carti, why you actin' funny?" (Bitch)
"Ever since you got some money you been frontin' on me" (bitch)
Say no more, the new cars, the new broads, uh (the new broads)
You so bright but you so lost, damn (so lost)
You let the lean get you so gone, uh (let the lean get you so gone, uh)
Don't let the drugs get you so gone, uh (don't let the drugs get you so gone)
Don't let the drugs get you so gone, uh
You so bright but you so lost (so lost, ayy)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh (so, so fuckin' lost)
Sippin' on this Act', don't know how to act, uh
Uh, yeah, uh (so, so fuckin' lost)
My lil' woadie got my back, he'll blow you back, damn (lost)
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (so, so fuckin' lost, Carti)
My lil' woadie got the strap, he'll blow you back, damn (Play-Play-Playboi)
Yeah, yeah, uh (so, so fuckin' lost)
Uh (so)




So fuckin' lost
Lost

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Playboi Carti's song "Talk" is a reflection of the rapper's experiences with fame and success. The opening lines of the song feature an audio watermark commonly used in trap music, a genre Playboi Carti is known for, which sets the tone for the rest of the song. The lyrics reveal the rapper's frustration with people trying to take advantage of him now that he has become famous, with lines such as "don't be blowin' up my phone, soundin' like a little ho about some coke."


The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "you so bright, but you so lost," which can be interpreted as a commentary on the destructive nature of drug and alcohol abuse or a reflection on how fame can be isolating and disorienting. The verses feature typical rap braggadocio, with Carti rapping about his wealth and success, but the underlying message of the song is one of caution and awareness.


Overall, "Talk" is a somber reflection on the downside of fame and success, both for the artist themselves and those around them.


Line by Line Meaning

Hold up, who that bangin' on my door?
Someone is knocking on my door, need to find out who it is.


If a nigga try to rob me I'ma blow him in his throat, hold up, uh
If someone tries to rob me, I will retaliate and defend myself.


Don't be blowin' up my phone
Stop calling me repeatedly and excessively.


Soundin' like a little ho about some coke, you fuckin' ho
Your behavior is reminiscent of a prostitute, and I am not interested in your drug use.


It's Cartier, these diamonds let you niggas know
My expensive Cartier accessories make it clear that I am wealthy.


You see these hundreds, these hundreds, nigga, we blow
I have a lot of $100 bills and I am spending them frequently.


Fuck her under covers, my nigga, until the morn', uh
I had sexual intercourse with her under the covers until the morning.


She say, 'Carti, why you actin' funny?'
She is questioning my behavior and demeanor.


'Ever since you got some money you been frontin' on me'
She thinks that my newfound wealth has changed my attitude towards her.


Say no more, the new cars, the new broads, uh
I don't want to discuss it further, but I have acquired new cars and new women.


You so bright but you so lost
You are intelligent, but you seem to lack direction in life.


You let the lean get you so gone
You have consumed too much lean, a drug mixture consisting of cough syrup and soda.


Don't let the drugs get you so gone
I am warning you not to let drugs control your actions and decisions.


My lil' woadie got my back, he'll blow you back, damn
My trusted friend is prepared to defend me and retaliate against those who harm me.


So fuckin' lost
I am feeling aimless and unsure of myself.


Sippin' on this Act', don't know how to act, uh
I am consuming lean and not sure how to behave.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jordan Terrell Carter

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@madboycal7859

What a lovely guy. Hopefully he does not drive 133 miles per hour in a HOV lane

@delusional4u

💀

@hippososmooth6703

Wow what a chill guy hope he dont turn into a vampire

@cocainewoman5642

he turned into a butterfly 🦋^^\!!\?++*(:+

@omarkhan838

He turned into King Vamp

@LazyCliqueOFC

King vamp bro

@cocainewoman5642

@@LazyCliqueOFC i obviously know that, but pre vamp, he had his little 🦋 stage NIGGA. i’m not ya bro n you clearly missed the joke

@SolidSpideyy

Vampire is good too

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@hypnotizes1704

ICYTWAT still the most slept on producer

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And LordFubu

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