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[Playboi Carti]
(Oh, what's up? Oh, what's up?)
Yeah, I pop out, pop out, pop out, just like—
(Oh, what's up? Oh, what's up? Oh, what's up?)
All of my hoes are classy, all of my hoes are ratchet, ayy
All of my hoes are classy, all— (Oh, what's up?)
Forty-five thousand I spent in New York, uh, ay
I'm goin' back to Atlanta, I'm on this wave, ay
Ayy, I'ma test 'em like a peasant (Schyeah)
All black, I'm the president
Hoes text, they all classy
Sex, money, I'm a savage
Being broke, I can't imagine
Just in case you forgot, hey, I just bought a new droptop
And a bitch so hot, yeah, her pussy a hotbox
Ain't worried 'bout the cops, it's a chauffeur for every drop, yeah
Shoutout to the mob, schyeah
Shoutout to Young Scoot', huh (Ayy)
(Oh, what's up?)
My swag is so Wockstar, Wockstar, Wockstar, since highschool, hey (Ayy)
(Oh, what's up?)
I ain't ever did a push-up when I'm a foolie with that tool (Ayy)
(Oh, what's up?)
Ball, ball, ball, life so swag, you know how it move, ayy (Schyeah)
(Oh, what's up?)
Schyeah, schyeah, Swamp Izzo (Uh, ayy)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Skooly]
Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let's do it (Swamp Izzo)
Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let's do it
Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let's do it
Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let's do it (Swamp Izzo)
Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it (Pop out just like the Rich Kidz)
Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it
Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it
Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it
[Lil Baby]
[...]
Chrome Heart with no legroom
Momma couldn't afford Cayman Islands
Big house with no neighbors
Script key, I had to put it down
Your bitch favorin' right now
Treat you like I'm Flavor Flav
Takin' this shit day by day
I'm geeked like Fabo, sellin' bricks like Jaaybo and 'em
Young and got rich off of hits
In Atlanta, I'm runnin' baby shit
I ain't go to highschool, I was in the school high
I been on some young turnt shit
Way before Skooly dropped this
Houseparty, we was throwin' dubs
Stolen cars to the team club
[...]
[?] got a middle finger up
Brodie and 'em get shit done
We was all nights on them corners
Black Nike boots, white 1's
Put a Patek on, I'm 'bout to run
Mob business, livin' like a don
Bro got knocked, I'm takin' care of somethin'
Send another hundred to my mom
Go and take a trip, have fun
Metro Bloomin in the blunt
Ain't out here hustlin' for nothin'
Tryna leave a billi' to my sons
[Chorus: Skooly]
Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it (Pop out just like the Rich Kidz)
Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it
Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it
Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it
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