Fire Your Manager

[Chorus: Playboi Carti] Yeah, I'm tryna see what she tryna do, I got mad shit on my mind Yeah, my ho give me attitude, I got mad shit on my line I done blew so many chances, I'm wonderin' how they doin' Raf Simons, Ricky Owens, pop shit, how you doin'? What she here for? She a demon, that ho gon' pour that muddy She said she been on, drive that Aventador and go get money Carti, what you in for? All that swagger killed that broke boy dummy Your shit tinfoil, all these VVSs match my money She like, "Hell no, you with me now, nigga, go get money” [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Uh, junkie step, like, ho, yeah, I serve junkies Uh, mix and match my pistol, all these attachments Yeah, might just spoil the ho, I can't look backwards, I'm like Uh, only two can fit Ferrari passenger, oh, mm, yeah If you see my account, you'll fire your manager, okay 'Rari steamin', baby, I'm just high beamin', uh Them niggas play in the section, I'll probably take my team in (Uh) I heard one of my opps got fake Percs and the lean Handle that, handle that, I'ma let God handle that for me Uh, I bought a brand-new car, tryna ship it overseas Twenty-thou' for these VETEMENTS, man, these VETEMENTS clean Balmain zipper, man, man, my swag mean I don't feel numb, I go crazy Pass me the blunt, now, who got smoke with me? Might hit the mob, I'll put some munyun on you, baby (Fuck that) I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas, you know I'm brazy What happened to that trendin' shit? Them niggas over there gettin' lazy Hold up, hold up, uh, how the fuck they say they made me? All black, I'm goin' brazy, black Illuminati, baby [Refrain: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Paris, I'm poppin' my shit on all these France girls (Huh) Millie, Rollie presi', diamonds dancing, yeah Take a PT, vision these pictures to the Chevy sport (Sport) Carry the bitch like my baggage, I bought her Chanel Got her ready to carry a Birk', hey (Phew) Top of the line Boss on the top of the floor, I been turnin' shit slime (Tss) None of them not my kind, we gon' hit with that iron (Tss, ayy) We gon' wet up his line, we gon' cut off that time (Ayy) And shawty so fine, I'ma play her the fine (Ayy) I won't turn that bitch down when she up in my town (Ayy) Take a look in my eye and then you'll know that I'm fried (Haha) I got her rollin' my dope out the pound (Huh, huh) [Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again, YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Playboi Carti] I'ma sip with my 'vato and pull up like Alto Model my body, Cavalli the couch Which one I'm workin'? Don't open your mouth Stay with the chopper, I'm straight out the North (Out the North) I'm full, not just tonight, it's a pile up Slay that demon with Hermes and get in her Keep the caliber all around the calendar If you see my account, you'll fire your manager Hit him back with the shovel, that's probably how it go Came out the backside the store and I hit He gon' try and get whipped like a pot in this ho Boardin' the jet, takin' off with his bitch With that 3008 and that vroom I'm totin' that .308, baby, lettin' off with that stick Baby, the plan, the man, I'm him (Shawty) I'll see ya (MASA) [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I'm tryna see what she tryna do, I got mad shit on my mind Yeah, my ho give me attitude, I got mad shit on my line I done blew so many chances, I'm wonderin' how they doin' Raf Simons, Ricky Owens, pop shit, how you doin'? What she here for? She a demon, that ho gon' pour that muddy She said she been on, drive that Aventador and go get money Carti, what you in for? All that swagger killed that broke boy dummy Your shit tinfoil, all these VVSs match my money She like— [Refrain: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Paris, I'm poppin' my shit on all these France girls (Huh) Millie, Rollie presi', diamonds dancing, yeah Take a PT, vision these pictures to the Chevy sport (Sport) Carry the bitch like my baggage, I bought her Chanel Got her ready to carry a Birk', hey (Phew) Top of the line Boss on the top of the floor, I been turnin' shit slime (Tss) None of them not my kind, we gon' hit with that iron (Tss, ayy) We gon' wet up his line, we gon' cut off that time (Ayy) And shawty so fine, I'ma play her the fine (Ayy) I won't turn that bitch down when she up in my town (Ayy) Take a look in my eye and then you'll know that I'm fried (Haha) I got her rollin' my dope out the pound (Huh, huh)