WOK Playboi Carti

american dream

née-nah

overseas

Lyrics:

(Yeahhh)

Sitting back count my racks yeah (Count my racks)
Yeah I hit my label, you know I need my check yeah (Ooo)
Yeah (Skrt)
Hoe you ain't all that yeah (Ain't all that)
Yeah we getting up to that top you know we next yeah
Went too fast up in that coupe, you know they can't see us, yeah (Can't see us)
You know I'm dripped in chrome, broke niggas can't see it, yeah (Can't see it)
I live for my soul all the way, and I follow Jesus, yeah (Amen)
You know that we mopped your whole block you getting straight cleaned up

Yeah, streets of rage, walk em down I keep my pistol tight (Yeah woah)
Yeah I don't make songs with these rap niggas they all suck I ain't gonna lie (Oo)
Yeah my shooters they switch up on your block we hit you in your eye (In your eye)
Yeah we making a hit every day on the top of the charts do it every time (Woah)
Yeah counting these racks they see it
Yeah these broke niggas they can't see it
Fuck with my niggas and we gonna T up (T up)
Yeah I don't pay attention, yeah I can't see it
Yeah signing that contract know we read it
Yeah your hoe for the gang all the way she teaming (Teaming)
Yeah pray for your soul to the Lord you need it
Yeah open up there like a book gonna read it (Yeah)

Yeah when I'm going outside Ima keep my pistol
You say you for the gang lil nigga don't switch up (Don't switch)
Bout to drop these hoes finna hit my bitch up
I'll sign your shirt, I don't do no pictures
I tote with that glock, yeah we gonna get you (Get you)
Yeah wipe a nigga nose down with some tissue (Tissue)
Yeah lag on the switch but you know it's gonna hit you (Hit you)
Got shot in his chest, lil nigga who hit you?
We in war we on attack (Ohh)
Chop hit him down, now he passing
Got my switch up, now it's lagging (Woo)
Get with my fame live in lavish
Got that guap you know we taxing
Yeah post my tape and I got traction
I ain't worried bout y'all finna get my racking
Put him in a box ship him off in a package (Yeahh)

Sitting back count my racks yeah (Count my racks)
Yeah I hit my label, you know I need my check yeah (Ooo)
Yeah (Skrt)
Hoe you ain't all that yeah (Ain't all that)
Yeah we getting up to that top you know we next yeah

Yeah, streets of rage, walk em down I keep my pistol tight (Yeah woah)
Yeah I don't make songs with these rap niggas they all suck I ain't gonna lie (Oo)
Yeah my shooters they switch up on your block we hit you in your eye (In your eye)
Yeah we making a hit every day on the top of the charts do it every time (Woah)
Yeah counting these racks they see it
Yeah these broke niggas they can't see it
Fuck with my niggas and we gonna T up (T up)
Yeah I don't pay attention, yeah I can't see it
Yeah signing that contract know we read it
Yeah your hoe for the gang all the way she teaming (Teaming)
Yeah pray for your soul to the Lord you need it
Yeah open up there like a book gonna read it (Yeah)

(Yeah, yeahh)
Sitting back count my racks yeah (Count my racks)
Yeah I hit my label, you know I need my check yeah (Ooo)
Yeah (Skrt)
Hoe you ain't all that yeah (Ain't all that)
Yeah we getting up to that top you know we next yeah (Yeah)

Savior

Lyrics:

Mmm
Ahhhh (Yeahh)

Yeahhh (Damn)
I feel like Guts, go berserk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah that bitch want some bands told her to twerk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah pop out fresh what I'm worth in this fit
Yeah I like what she doing when she fuck use her hips (Yop, mhm ok)
Yeah my niggas making all that money like we supposed to (Yeah)
Niggas mad we ain't fucking with them, I don't really know you (Yop, mhm)
We got unlimited funds and guns, I'm gonna have to show you (Yeahh)
Yeah I'm bout to make a play, finna put him on a poster
Yeah, I feel like Guts, go berserk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah that bitch want some bands told her to twerk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah pop out fresh what I'm worth in this fit
Yeah I like what she doing when she fuck use her hips (Yop, mhm ok)
Yeah my niggas making all that money like we supposed to (Yeah)
Niggas mad we ain't fucking with them, I don't really know you (Yop, mhm)
We got unlimited funds and guns, I'm gonna have to show you (Yeahh)
Yeah I'm bout to make a play, finna put him on a poster

Yeah talking bout you got that lil bitch you don't even know (Damn)
Yeah fucking with my crew we finna pop out like a toaster (Yeah)
Yeah that weak ass tape ain't get no streams yeah I told you (Yeah I told you)
Yeah big bad wolf, drive by your crib blow the house down
Swerve in the whip with the za and we smoke pounds (Ah)
Yeah your bitch she a OD bop, she blew the whole house
Yeah I punch a nigga bird chest now he screaming out loud
Fat nigga get ejected touching bitches, you got four fouls
Yeah 100k for my wrist watch, you know I bought it (I bought it)
How you broke and 45? Old nigga yeah you got it (You got it)
Put a switch and a beam on the glock like a rocket (Damn)
Got your on the phone, she on the bed, I'm on the top fucking (Ay what)
Yeah shoot the glock got a lag switch you know my shit ducking (Brrsh)
Yeah my bro said he finna drop a tape, I said "Shit, fuck it" (Fuck it)
Yeah that nigga ain't no rat, shot his head, you ain't see nothing (Damn)
Yeah my bitch don't play, RBF she be mean mugging
Yeah down low hit you with the glock, send you straight to Heaven
Yeah my niggas tote with guns, Ak's and them 67's (67)
Yeah my nigga took your knock and your chain, you don't get no leverage
Yeah I blew the nigga house down, insurance, he need Progressive (Where my phone)
Yeah hit that nigga with my car, yeah I'm finna curb on him (Finna curb)
Yeah I punch a nigga guts out, finna go berserk on him (Go berserk)
Yeah my song for the hoes in the club, they finna twerk to it (Finna twerk)
Try to teach you how to make some racks, nigga you ain't learn nothing (Damn)

Yeahhh (Damn)
I feel like Guts, go berserk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah that bitch want some bands told her to twerk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah pop out fresh what I'm worth in this fit
Yeah I like what she doing when she fuck use her hips (Yop, mhm ok)
Yeah my niggas making all that money like we supposed to (Yeah)
Niggas mad we ain't fucking with them, I don't really know you (Yop, mhm)
We got unlimited funds and guns, I'm gonna have to show you (Yeahh)
Yeah I'm bout to make a play, finna put him on a poster
Yeah, I feel like Guts, go berserk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah that bitch want some bands told her to twerk in this bitch (Yeahh)
Yeah pop out fresh what I'm worth in this fit
Yeah I like what she doing when she fuck use her hips (Yop, mhm ok)
Yeah my niggas making all that money like we supposed to (Yeah)
Niggas mad we ain't fucking with them, I don't really know you (Yop, mhm)
We got unlimited funds and guns, I'm gonna have to show you (Yeahh)
Yeah I'm bout to make a play, finna put him on a poster (Yeahh)

Berserk (feat. TCLC)

Free Kyrie [Prod. DJ L]

Regular

Money Talk (Slide 2)

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