FlatBed Freestyle

Artist: Playboi Carti Album: Die Lit Category: Hip Hop
In Atlanta with some organic, uh, hold up
Pussy mad, I smoke that organic, uh, hold up, yeah
Fendi'd down, I'm smoking organic, uh, uh
And it's Die Lit, uh, uh
F&N, I'm smoking, uh, what? Uh, yeah

F&N, I smoke on organic, uh, yeah (Organic)
She bend down, she need some more breath, uh, yeah, yeah
I got smoke all in the air, uh, yeah (I got smoke all in this ho)
Fuck this up and you get left (What? Fuck this up and you get left, yeah)
AP on my fucking left (Uh, yeah, hold up)
Stack it up right on the shelf, uh (Stack it up like, stack it up)
Your bitch look familiar (Your bitch, your bitch, uh, bitch)
I got drip all everywhere (Your bitch, yeah)
I got cash all everywhere (Hold up, your bitch, beep)
I'ma do this by myself, uh, yeah (I'ma do this by, ooh)
On the jet by, by myself, uh, yeah
And I touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh, yeah (Hold up)
I touch down and get my fingers wet, uh, yeah, uh (I touch down and get my fingers wet)
My bitch got that G.O.A.T. head (My bitch got that G.O.A.T. head)
Riding 'round on moped, uh (Pop that bean and count them deads)
My bitch off the Percocet (My bitch off the Percocet)
Pop that bean and count them deads, uh (Pop that bean and count them deads)
Yeah, she suck me, I can't feel my legs, yeah (Pop that bean and count them deads)
My bitch yucky, she don't use no hands, hold up (My bitch yucky, she don't use no hands)
Dance floor with the diamonds dancing, uh, yeah, uh (Dance floor with the diamonds dancing)
Dance floor with the diamonds dancing, uh, yeah, yeah (Dance floor with the diamonds dancing)
That's why you cop by them bags, uh (Yeah, yeah)
In L.A. I smoke that gas, uh
In L.A. I link with slatt (And I)
That bitch with you, she gave you back (Uh)
I fucked that bitch, then gave her back, uh (I fucked that bitch then, yeah)
I nut on her, she make me 'lax (Yeah)
That gun on me, I cannot lack (That gun on me, yeah)
Your bitch right, she got it clapped (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can die 'bout yours, boy, you get clapped
I took that lil' boy right off of the map (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We killed them boys right here, right in the trap
I love my lean, I fucked around, relapsed (Yeah)
I fucked that bitch, he running 'round in laps
You touch down in my city, you better tap
That bitch 'round here, she know she gotta tap (Yeah, uh)
I seen that bitch riding 'round in Nudy 'Cat, huh (Nat-nat)
That bitch with me and now she on that pack (Nat-nat, nat-nat, nat-nat)
I'm on Southside and I'm weighing the crack (I'm on Southside and I'm weighing the crack)
I'm on Southside, yeah, hand on the gat (Southside, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on Southside every day with blatt, uh (Uh)
I'm on Southside, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Too much lean, yeah, uh, too much ice, hold up (whoa)
One more pint, hold up, uh, one more pint, uh, yeah
Too much lean, yeah, uh, too much ice, hold up, uh
One more pint, yeah, uh, one more pint, uh, yeah
One more pint, uh, yeah, one more pint, uh, yeah
One more pint, yeah, yeah, one more pint, yeah, yeah
Too much lean, uh, yeah, too much ice, hold up, yeah
One more pint, uh, yeah, one more pint
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