KETAMINE Lyrics – Playboi Carti
You n!ggas don’t love me
Your b!tch wanna f*ck me
My t-shirt on, so I won’t get ugly
She f*ckin’ with a dime
I’m f*ckin’ with a bomb
They think I’m Osama, woah
She think I’m off somethin’
I’m f*ckin’ with a bad lil’ vibe
Molly all over her tongue
I’m ’bout to spot me a opp
I’m ’bout to spin their truck, woah (I said)
Momma, I got me a switch
We don’t give a f*ck ’bout luck
Ah, ah…
Ice on my body, I’m the coolest
Trampoline jump for a cougar
Jump out the jungle, go hectic
I’m leavin’ that boy in the stool, uh
She wanna f*ck for the moolah
Pu$$y-a$$ n!ggas get lit up
That Pelle Pelle hold the Ruger
I was just layin’ with your girl, huh
She like bein’ ’round my n!ggas
She T’d up, she not switchin’
G6 got me in here glitchin’
We’re rich as f*ck, just listen
This bitch ain’t got no vision
I’ma go ahead and give it to her
I just been feeling myself
I found Jesus, Christian Dior
Now the b!tch wanna f*ck on the gang
Sg!t put a stain right on the floor
Got me feelin’ like Jason, chase
I’m switchin’ lanes on these whores
Stop all that talkin’, let’s do it
You on the internet, boy, stop, boy
Move in the field with cleats and my jeans
I kill boys…
Me and my n!ggas, we Gs
Step on b!tches, we kick doors
I stay runnin’ up checks
And holdin’ the knife, it’s a sport
Sittin’ with my blick
I got me a gang, I can’t go to court, uh
N!gga tried to pop his pain
Two in his brain, blow up the fort
