Carro
Wifisfuneral & Robb Bank$ Lyrics


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(Hey Chris, fuck you)
Hey Chris, fuck you
Ay
You know I love you, Chris
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh (yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ay, yeah, ay (You dig? You dig? You dig?)
Hundred racks up in the pantry
Look like a ransom (SSET)
Niggas left me out for dead, well, shit I need some answers
Don't cut my back for that, I only judge you off your actions
Bitch, fuck the way you talk, hold up
Zooming fast in the McLaren, stare
Bricks around my neck, it got me feeling like a polar bear
Long shot from the eagle, seagull, smoking OG fungus
Got my face hanging like Ruckus, I'm the Grim Reaper
Main bitch bag leecher, all my opps, we oversee it
I'm making out oh so clear, please cuff your bitch
Before she assist, shit stiff like a stick
Crystal molly rocker, iz feel nothing, Percocet it shake
Shake, regret, it's in a minute
And my diamonds stacked like Tetris, take the fade, forgot to mention
And I'm paying close attention, enemies praying I don't make it (facts)
But I took it, I ain't waiting
I was playin' with the matrix
Keep it low, you know what I'm saying
I was playin' with the matrix
Keep it low, you know what I'm saying
I was playin' with

I ain't even gotta speak, bruh, let the drip talk
Why your bitch all up on me, bruh? Better cuff your thot
Connect the plug like Cuban links, stuck, smokin' through the drought

He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom

Uh, yeah, yeah, you dig?
You dig? You dig? You dig? (The GOAT)
Brains right there (woo woo)

Sayin' set, nigga, bet that, she smoke like you ain't asthmatic
I just put Biscotti in my inhaler, they like, "How you did that, kid?"
Killed my dawgs like Vert, drinking on that syrup, don't know how I ain't dead yet
Feel like count it up, I rev her up like akida, like a biker
Jaded by the like, I'm tryna share my percent
Actavis, drinking on that mango nectar
We don't keep no cups, no, no, no, no let us not ever
I keep it one hundred like a PokΓ©mon Center
Y'all niggas know that I'm on something
Know something? If he want something
I'll toast him, I'll stomp that nigga out, bitch, I'll roast him




I'm posted, I'm not bragging, bitch, I'm not boasting
Go slow motion, she dark skin, bitch Kelly Rowland, like

Overall Meaning

The opening line of the song, "Hey Chris, fuck you" sets the tone for Wifisfuneral and Robb Bank$'s unapologetically aggressive style. The two rappers take turns delivering verses full of gritty imagery, braggadocious declarations, and not-so-subtle disses aimed at their haters. The lyrics touch on themes of revenge, loyalty, drug use, and the trappings of fame.


In the first verse, Wifisfuneral takes aim at those who left him behind and earned his distrust. He boasts about his riches and displays a cavalier attitude towards his enemies. His clever wordplay and rhyming schemes make his message all the more piercing. Robb Bank$ delivers the second verse, where he reminds the listener of his own unique style and talent. He name-drops several prominent rappers and references his drug use, all while maintaining an air of confidence and dominance.


Overall, "Carro" is a statement of purpose from two rappers who refuse to be held back or silenced by their critics. The song is an affirmation of their place in the rap game and a warning to anyone who dares to challenge them.


Line by Line Meaning

Hey Chris, fuck you
The singer directs an insult at someone named Chris.


Hundred racks up in the pantry
The singer has a large amount of money at their disposal.


Look like a ransom (SSET)
The singer's wealth is so great it appears as if they held someone for ransom.


Niggas left me out for dead, well, shit I need some answers
The artist has been abandoned and wants to know why.


Don't cut my back for that, I only judge you off your actions
The artist doesn't want to be betrayed and only relies on what they observe.


Bitch, fuck the way you talk, hold up
The singer is disdainful of someone's manner of speaking.


Zooming fast in the McLaren, stare
The singer is driving a McLaren at a high speed.


Bricks around my neck, it got me feeling like a polar bear
The artist has expensive jewelry around their neck, which they compare to the bulk of a polar bear.


Long shot from the eagle, seagull, smoking OG fungus
The artist is indulging in drugs.


Got my face hanging like Ruckus, I'm the Grim Reaper
The artist looks intimidating, similar to the character Ruckus from the TV show The Boondocks. They refer to themselves as a grim reaper.


Main bitch bag leecher, all my opps, we oversee it
The singer's girlfriend uses them for their wealth. They oversee their opponents.


I'm making out oh so clear, please cuff your bitch
The artist is becoming wealthy and wants the listener to control their girlfriend.


Before she assist, shit stiff like a stick
The singer warns that their girlfriend may leave them with an erection.


Crystal molly rocker, iz feel nothing, Percocet it shake
The singer is under the influence of drugs that make them feel nothing, perhaps crystal meth or molly. They are also taking Percocet.


Shake, regret, it's in a minute
The singer is reckless with their drug use.


And my diamonds stacked like Tetris, take the fade, forgot to mention
The artist has a lot of diamond jewelry that is stacked high, like in the game of Tetris. They have forgotten to mention something important.


And I'm paying close attention, enemies praying I don't make it (facts)
The artist is aware of those who wish them harm and doesn't want to fail.


But I took it, I ain't waiting, I was playin' with the matrix
The singer has taken control of their life and doesn't wait for anyone. They feel as though they are in control of a sci-fi reality like in the movie The Matrix.


Keep it low, you know what I'm saying, I was playin' with
The singer wants to remain discreet and secretive, as they were playing with something or someone.


I ain't even gotta speak, bruh, let the drip talk
The artist's wealth and style speaks for itself and doesn't require any words.


Why your bitch all up on me, bruh? Better cuff your thot
The artist insinuates they are attractive to the listener's girlfriend and advises them to control her.


Connect the plug like Cuban links, stuck, smokin' through the drought
The artist has a reliable source of drugs and is using them during a drought, when the drugs are scarce.


He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
The singer suggests cutting a person off from their drug supply by manipulating them. They recommend a cutting agent called Karo at the bottom of the lean and warn the listener to beware of falling into this trap.


Sayin' set, nigga, bet that, she smoke like you ain't asthmatic
The artist is confident in their gang affiliation and implies that the listener's girlfriend is an avid smoker.


I just put Biscotti in my inhaler, they like, "How you did that, kid?"
The singer has found a way to put drugs into their inhaler and is impressing others with this feat.


Killed my dawgs like Vert, drinking on that syrup, don't know how I ain't dead yet
The singer has lost friends, like the rapper Lil Uzi Vert has, and is consuming codeine syrup despite the dangers.


Feel like count it up, I rev her up like akida, like a biker
The singer is aggressive in bed and compares their sexual prowess to a bike engine.


Jaded by the like, I'm tryna share my percent
The artist is disillusioned by people who are only interested in their wealth and wants to find someone to share it with.


Actavis, drinking on that mango nectar
The artist is drinking a narcotic cough syrup brand called Actavis mixed with mango nectar.


We don't keep no cups, no, no, no, no let us not ever
The singer and their companions don't want any cups around them, perhaps so they can avoid leaving fingerprints or incriminating evidence.


I keep it one hundred like a PokΓ©mon Center
The singer is honest and trustworthy, like a video game location called a PokΓ©mon Center where players can heal their injured Pokemon.


Y'all niggas know that I'm on something
The artist's behavior indicates they are under the influence of something, possibly drugs.


Know something? If he want something, I'll toast him, I'll stomp that nigga out, bitch, I'll roast him
The artist warns that if someone tries to threaten them, they will physically harm them with extreme violence.


I'm posted, I'm not bragging, bitch, I'm not boasting
The artist wants the listener to understand that they aren't boasting or bragging about their wealth, but just stating the facts.


Go slow motion, she dark skin, bitch Kelly Rowland, like
The singer wants to take sex slow with a dark-skinned woman they compare to the singer Kelly Rowland.




Lyrics Β© O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Isaiah Rivera, Richard O'Neil Burrell

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Comments from YouTube:

@brandonkunkel2770

The most slept on artist out there πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

@undeniable6763

Still don't understand how your so underrated... this is straight πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

@Helmster

HOW YOU NOT BLOWING UP THIS WAS STRAIGHT HEAT TF

@TheWolfGangkta

Robb got in his bag on this!

@Runmindrun

BishopFeathers I swear

@dannytran3356

wifi ain’t blowing up bc everybody’s on the mumble rap wave bs he’ll be up there soon asf

@shawnkimball3910

" I ain't even gotta speak bruh let the drip talk"
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@Krillzz

Best song in the project

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They be sleeping on you..

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