CARTIACTS Lyrics

Niggas still ain't talking yet bitch I been up a while back

Bad little bitch she throw that neck she gave my ass a heart attack

Niggas sending DMs I don't read them shits I know they whack

Brand new Cartiers the lens is blurry call them Cartiacts

No, you can't hold these racks

I need some pussy where my shorty at

I hold them racks up to my ear they look like shoulder pads

What he doing? Where he at? We finally blow his ass

Got a bro in the Ville and she shooting right now let him bust at his bubble

Nigga hand me a bag and I'll run to the field better hope I don't fumble

When little bro came to fight it's like thirty more niggas call that hoe Royal Rumble

And whenever I want, I can call on my brothers if I'm ever in trouble

I poured a deuce up in my cup I'm seeing double

I'm fucking leaning off this juice but not no jungle

FMJs they finally tuck you

Bullets finally hit your back and bend you over they gon' fuck you

We gon' fill you up with hollows like some Ruffles we gon' crush you

Pistol whip you no discussion

Choppa gave your ass concussion

I remember I was twelve was interested in Robitussin

I love lean but shit who doesn't

Bitch this dirty sprite disgusting

Off the X I'm finally boogie call my ass DeMarcus Cousins

These racks I love it

These racks is jumping

I racked in a couple dozen yeah

And if I give her ass some X I know we fucking yeah

I been on the low but it don't matter because I know that all these

Niggas still ain't talking yet bitch I been up a while back

Bad little bitch she throw that neck she gave my ass a heart attack

Niggas sending DMs I don't read them shits I know they whack

Brand new Cartiers the lens is blurry call them Cartiacts

(Huh)

No, you can't hold these racks

I need some pussy where my shorty at

I hold them racks up to my ear they look like shoulder pads

What he doing? Where he at? We finally blow his ass