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Carry It

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Carry It

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Uh-huh, yeah

I'ma talk some shit (gezin), uh-huh, yeah

I'm in the cut with an aerial (8-8-8-808 mafia)

Um, I'm bound to blow up like a aerial (yeah)

The niggas with me don't really speak no English

They scream and they shoot like barbarians (oh, yeah)

I just saw a pussy, I just saw a rat

Who just let tommy and jerry in? (oh, yeah)

These niggas don't really be niggas

These niggas be bitches (sheesh), who let tyler perry in? (gleesh)

Um, the gun I'ma carry it (gra, gra)

Wet 'em up, no aquarium (yeah, yeah)

Thirty clip hanging out the. 45 (brra)

Make it look scarier (let's go, brra)

Ain't been this high in a long time (yeah)

Everyday my money on time (yeah)

Your woman blowin' up my phone line (yeah)

Told her I'll fuck her on my own time (let's go)

Strap, aim at your noodle, yes, yes

That's what amateurs do (brra, brra)

Bitch, I'm a dog, bitch, I'm an animal, I'm out the zoo

I up the Glock, make 'em jump like hopscotch (brra, brra)

Leave his ass sick like the flu

Bad bitches, need two, yeah

Don't trust him, he fool, yeah

Hangin' out the roof in Balenciaga shoes

Virgil abloh on me too (come on)

Fresh ass nigga, all these pest ass niggas

I'ma press that nigga, I'ma shoot (boom)

I'm a vet ass nigga, a patek ass nigga

Tryna find peace, ron artest ass nigga (ayy)

They see blonde dreads, try and test that nigga

I'ma have to cardiac arrest a nigga

Doing bernie like old yella' (yeah)

Money the age of a old fellow (yeah, yeah)

Nicknamed my. 45 mayweather

It's a thot, it's a ho, a hugh hefner

Got the pot on the stove, super chef

I'm 2pac with the juice, makavelli

Hundred shots in the tool, battle ready

Dunk on the bitch, I rim-rattle, mcgrady

Ice on your bitch and a tinted Mercedes (uh-huh)

Dick so good she started to pay me (uh-huh)

I got the cup like I came from the '80s (uh-huh)

There's white in my cup like I came from the '80s (ayy)

You sittin' in coach with your bitch and your baby (ayy)

I'm up in first with my first fuckin' lady (ayy)

She been lovin' the way I been fuckin' her lately (ayy)

Fuck around, fuck around, give her a baby (ayy)

Um, the gun I'ma carry it (yeah)

Wet 'em up, no aquarium (yeah, yeah)

Thirty clip hanging out the. 45 (blaow)

Make it look scarier (ayy, ayy)

Ain't been this hot in a long time (yeah)

Everyday my money on time (yeah)

Your woman blowin' up my phone line (yeah)

Told her I'll fuck her on my own time (yeah)

Uh, um, I remember I was on the run

I was hitting licks just for fun, even though I was broke

No, I ain't have enough dough so I was tryna get me some

Tryna rob me, nah

Tryna rob me, nigga, you dumb, best believe I'm gon' keep one

Got a. 30 with a drum, got a horny ass gun on me

I'ma up it, get to bustin', make it cum

Got a horny ass ho on my phone, wonder what she on

I'ma make her bust it open, make her cum, yeah

Fendi coat help me hide gun, yeah

Wet 'em up, fire hydrant, yeah

Call my draco neji, yeah, sixty-four shot dry gun, yeah

So many drugs around me, if you with me you gon' try some, yeah

I got the blunt and the actavis

I pour a four with a potion, I'm passionate

I'm wreakin' havoc, I'm chillin' with savages

Shootin' like mavericks with them automatics

Radical but I move highly irrational

Beat a nigga ass in the club like raditz

Guess I forgot all of my home trainin'

'Cause everywhere we go, we keep the ratchet

Um, the gun I'ma carry it (yeah)

Wet 'em up, no aquarium (yeah, yeah)

Thirty clip hanging out the. 45 (yeah)

Make it look scarier (let's go, gezin)

Ain't been this hot in a long time (yeah)

Everyday my money on time (yeah)

Your woman blowin' up my phone line (yeah, 8-8-8-808 mafia)

Told her I'll fuck her on my own time (yeah)

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