playboi carti - bust down lyrics
[intro: playboi carti]
yo pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yah
[chorus: playboi carti]
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yah)
[verse 1: playboi carti]
i’m on that slatt sh-t (yeah), i make it float b-tch (yeah)
i’m on that slime sh-t (yeah), gun to your neck, b-tch (slatt)
i’m on them nines b-tch (yeah), they ain’t goin’ for sh-t (nah)
lost a hunnit thousand that ain’t hurt sh-t
it cost a hunnit thousand for my necklace
broke a hunnit thousand hearts quick
break a hunnit thousand down quick
bust down rollie with the kick
bust down ap look like dis
they ain’t never met a boy like dis
ayy, i’m freestylin’, boy, i’m makin’ hits
callin’ up the trap, boy, i’m homesick
i got these n-gg-s p-ssed (yah)
[chorus: playboi carti]
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yah)
[verse 2: g herbo]
ayy, ayy, you on that hoe sh-t
i’on f-ck with hoe n-gg-s
ain’t tryna kick it witcha
i stay out hoes business
pull up in rolls, whippin’
f-ck ’round, let poles h-t him
gone off the percs, trippin’
who do you [?], no limit
now y’all up in surgery thinking at first how he just was in perfect condition
i pop out with that .30 and go-go berserk if you put me in certain positions
and i’m in that vert, switchin’
lanes on all you b-tches
h-ll nah, i’m ballin’ on you b-tches
i john wall you b-tches
yeah, as you can tell that pasto got me soundin’ like i got asthma
yeah, as you can tell there’s a s on the back, that mean my car go faster
you look broke, b-st-rd
fn, i tote plastic
everything automatic
two hunnit on this aston
still tote the glock in traffic
run up on me, i’m blastin’
[chorus: playboi carti]
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yah)
i’m on that tote sh-t (yeah), i’m on that tote sh-t (yah)
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