Carti off the Wock
Bitch I'm on the Xan, geekin' off the bar
Bitch I'm on the moon, talkin' to the stars
Choppa hit like fan, sounds like a guitar
*DOOR OPENING EFFECT THAT SOUNDS LIKE THE ENTRANCE TO HEAVEN*
Bitch you talk too much, call my phone too much, then I hit ignore
Carti hit me up, said, "I got the twins," boy I hit 'em raw
I do not shop at the mall, but I do flex in the mall
I keep my stick in the car
I take my nine to the mall, I take my nine to the mall
I swear my pockets got large, walk around pockets on large