Poke It Out - Playboi Carti Feat. Young Nudy

Cool N Dre Go, go, go, go, go Listen (go, go, let's go) I just wanna see if you gon' lie or you gon' love me I was gettin' broads way before I got the money, honey Since I been a star, they don't love me The ceilin' got stars when the star got no ceiling Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out) Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out), yeah Yeah, she got a little butt, so what? (Ayy) Big bag, she can show enough Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out) Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out), yeah My regards to the broads that thought I was done Pick a side, pick a side and die on the joint I've been lettin' things slide, they tryin' too hard 'Cause I ain't left the city once, still travel abroad Nigga, I'm back on my boss shit The stick in that Honda Civic, we in the car service I really just mind my business and pray that God sort 'em Can't really be long-winded, you talkin' short money Today, we not cost cuttin', can you stick it out? Told me she was quarantined, them brand-new titties out And it might be a couple weeks to make them bitches bounce So I mean it when I be like, "What's the turn around?" No really, turn around Okay, I just wanna see if you gon' lie or you gon' love me (gon' lie?) I was gettin' broads way before I got the money, honey Since I been a star, they don't love me The ceilin' got stars when the star got no ceiling Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out) Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out), yeah Yeah, she got a little butt, so what? (Ayy) Big bag, she can show enough Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out) Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out), ye Turn around, I wanna see (I wanna see) Do it look how it look on IG? (Mm) Bad from every angle, she got herself a trainer I know that nigga can't help but take a little peek, uh Cole World and Folarin co-starin' We both flexin', Bo Jacksons, bogartin' These cap niggas that rap with piss-poor jargon My latest whip, my latest chick, was both foreign I know all my hoes miss me I've been the shit since I hit elementary She know who run it, the one that keep it hunnid To find a better nigga you gon' have to live a century (century) Evidently, the coach can't bench me The franchise player, I don't know how to miss And they can't buy a layup, I'm anti what they are I can't take my eyes off your pants, I swear Girl, you shinin' like a damn Moncler I'm thinkin' we should dip like the Cam'ron era If you the big stepper, I'm the landmine here That's the one they know they can't come near I just wanna see if you gon' lie or you gon' love me (gon' lie?) I was gettin' broads way before I got the money, honey Since I been a star, they don't love me The ceilin' got stars when the star got no ceiling (whatchu doing?) Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out) Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out), yeah Yeah, she got a little butt, so what? (Ayy) Big bag, she can show enough Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (poke it out) Stick it out (stick it out), poke it out (break it down, look) Poke it out, I wanna See you play whether you Meg Thee Stallion or like Coi Leray, okay I just wanna see if you gon' lie or you gon' love me I was gettin' broads way before I got the money, honey Since I been a star, they don't love me The ceilin' got stars in there, boy Stop playin'

In Atlanta with some organic Pussy man I smoke that organic Fendi down I'm smoking organic Die Lit F&N I'm smokin' F&N, I'm smoking organic She bent down, she need some more breath I got smoke all in the air Fuck this up and you get left, yeah AP on my fucking left Stack it up right on the shelf Your bitch look familiar I got drip, I let it walk I got cash, I let it walk I'ma do this by myself On that jet by-by myself I touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh yeah I touch down and get my fingers wet My bitch getting G.O.A.T. head (hold up) Riding 'round on moped My bitch off the Percocet Pop that bean and count them dead, uh Yeah she suck me, I can't feel my legs My bih yucky, she don't use no hands (hold up) Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing That why you can't buy them bags In L.A. I smoke that gas In L.A. I link with slatt That bitch wit' you, she gave you back I fucked that bitch then gave her back I nut on her she make me 'lax That gun on me I cannot lack Your bitch right, she got it clapped You can die for yours boy, you get clapped I took that lil' boy right off of the map We killed that boy right here, right in the trap I love my lean, I fucked around, relapsed I fucked that bih, she running 'round in laps You touch down in my city, you better tap That bih right here, she know she gotta tap I've seen that bitch run round in Nudy's 'Cat That bitch with me and now she on that pad I'm in southside, and I'm weighing the crack I'm in southside, and I got the gat I'm in southside, and I hang with blatt I'm in southside, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Too much lean, too much ice (hold up) One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint

Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those She a spoiled lil' bitch, I bought her all her clothes You know I treat you good, I don't wanna meet your hoes I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes You changin' mood swings, you got me, I don't know We gettin' back in, walked through the back door You had some surgeries, but it's still fat, though You like the cash, girl, you helped the cash grow You drive a Lambo' with some leg room Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home She don't play with bitches, she don't play with hoes Yeah, she with the shits, she might kill a ho, yeah If it's 'bout Yung Carti, yeah, my bitch on go When she on that molly, anything goes She was in Miami on a fuckin' boat With some ball players, she left them niggas broke She just text my phone, told me, "I'm alone" I respond back, "When you comin' home?" She respond back, "I was in my zone" The money counter on, the money counter on Uh, hold up, what you talkin' 'bout? Come here Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home

Wake up, F1lthy Breathin' (hey, yeah) Breathin' (what? Uh) Breathin' (haha) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (ayy) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (yeah) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Yeah, what?) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Yeah, what?) Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (ayy) Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (what? What? What?) Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (yeah, ayy, yeah) Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (what? What? What?) Ha, ha, ha, ha (slatt, ayy) Ha, ha (yeah), ha, ha (ayy) Ha, ha (yeah), ha (oh my), ha (yeah) Ha, ha (what?), ha (what?), ha (what? Damn) Ever since my brother died (what? What? Died, what?) Ever since my brother died (died, what? What?) I've been thinkin' 'bout homicide (what? What? What? What?) I've been thinkin' 'bout homicide (what? What? What? What?) Free Lil Tip (what?), free Migo Bliff (what? Ah) Free all my guys (what?), free Problem Child (what?) I been with Lil Demon and Lil Beno and R5 (Demon) Ridin' in a tank on 285 (five) On the way to Front Street, who say we ain't outside? (Yeah) Smokin' on the Henchmen (what?), got a nigga fried (facts) I'm hangin' with the Pirus (what?), hangin' with the Fives (yeah) I got mob ties, I got fuckin' mob ties (yeah) I got niggas in chain gang on my side (what? What? What? What?) I got niggas in chain gang on my side (what? What? What? What?) I had the niggas shank Ola for a pie (what? What? What? What?) I had the niggas shank Ola for a pie (what? What? What? What?) I'm on demon time (what? What?), I'm on demon time (what? What?) Bitch, I'm out my body (what? What?), I done lost my mind (what? What?) I'm a young bitch (what? What? Bitch), but I'm in my prime (what? What?) I'm a young bitch (what? What? Bitch), but I'm in my prime (what? What? Yeah) Pussy-ass niggas can't hang 'round me (what? What?) All these pussy-ass niggas liabilities (what?) I'm so shiesty, I ain't got a OG (what?) I keep the blicky, blicky just in case they try me (what? Blicky, blicky, what?) Kill me a opp (what?), kill me a opp (what? Okay) Carry 'em out (yeah, what?), carry 'em out (yeah, what?) This choppa won't stop (choppa, choppa, what?) This choppa won't stop (choppa, choppa, what?) I fuck on your thot (choppa, choppa, what?) I fuck on your thot (no, what?) You fuck with my opps? (Opps, woo) You fuck with my opps? (Yeah, what?) You fuck with my opps? (What? Yeah) You fuck with the cops (what? What?) Brand new 'Ventador, I drove that bitch right to the moon (what?) I just hit a lick with a mask, MF DOOM (yeah, woo, what?) I just rocked the show on some motherfuckin' shrooms (what?) I fucked my biggest fan in the fuckin' green room (uh) I gave that ho a band and told her, "Go and buy some shoes" (ah, what?) I've been winnin' all day, bitch, I can't lose (what?) I got the people goin' crazy, watchin' all my moves (yeah) My bitch said I dress real nice, dress cool (ayy) If Rick don't cut you a check, you better sue What? What? (Yeah) What? What? Ha (Whole Lotta Red, you dig?), ha, what? (Yeah, yeah) Ha (tilt, yeah), ha, what? (Yeah, yeah) Ayy, yeah (what?), yeah (what?), yeah (what? Yeah) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (ayy) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Whole Lotta Red) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Red) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Whole Lotta Red) Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (ayy) Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (what? What?) Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (what?) Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (ayy, what? What?)

La música de Harry Fraud Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, what, what You cannot hop in my car Bentley coupe riding with stars Yeah, what, what! I keep a Glock like a cop Ayy, yeah (yeah) She give the top in the drop Yeah, ayy Diamonds, they wet on my arms Tats on my neck and my arms Tats on my neck and my arms Diamonds, they wet on my arms Tats on my neck and my arms Diamonds, they wet on my arms Tats on my neck and my arms Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what Yeah, what, what, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Tats on my neck and my arm Tats on my neck and my, uh (yeah) Uh, ooh In this bitch going crazy Uh, yeah I whip this shit like a baby Uh, yeah, yeah I fuck your bitch, she my baby, uh, yeah, yeah I treat your bitch like my lady, uh, uh Shawty bend back like the matrix Curge whip it up like the '80s I'm in the kitchen, go crazy I just want me a Mercedes Pull up, we totin' .380's, uh Pull up I sent the location, uh Pull up I sent the location, uh What, what! You cannot hop in my car Bentley coupe ridin' with stars Yeah, what, what I keep a Glock like a cop Ayy, yeah She give the top in the drop Yeah, ayy Diamonds, they wet on my arms Tats on my neck and my arms Tats on my neck and my arms Diamonds, they went on my arms Tats on my neck and my arms Diamonds, they went on my arms Tats on my neck and my arms Tats on my neck and my arm, tats on my neck and my arm, yeah, ayy Tats on my neck and my arm, tats on my neck and my arm, yeah, yeah Check, yeah, ayy, yeah, uh, yeah Tats on my neck and my arm (yeah)

We lit, bruh Yeah (hello?) I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (hello?) What? What? Uh (Cash, Cash), huh? (Cash, Cash) I think the Xans tryna tell me something (Cash, what?) I came in with a cool hundred (huh? Came in with a cool hundred) And I got some bitches comin' (yeah, and I got some bitches comin') And I got some bitches callin' (what?) (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) Yeah (yeah) I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (for the low) Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (for the low) If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (I'm in love) Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (let it go) Let it go on your block, I'ma do a show (yeah) He a pussy, he a opp, he gon' call the po' (yeah) All my niggas, they on go, they on fuckin' go (what?) Got the pole with the scope, know I keep a pole (huh, wow) Why these niggas, why these mans actin' like some hoes? (Yeah) In my Ksubi jeans (fuck these niggas) Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll (yeah) That bitch all on me (what? Go) TerRio, TerRio, TerRio Got a stripper bitch that bend on me (cash) J. Lo, J. Lo, J. Lo (I came in, what? What?) I came in with a cool hundred (I came in with a cool hundred) And I got some bitches comin' (and I got some bitches comin') And I got some bitches callin' (and I got some bitches callin') Yeah (yeah) I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (for the low) Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (yeah) If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (blatt, blatt) Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (do a show, uh, ooh) Fuck that bitch, I go too dumb (blatt) Rick Owens on top of ones We don't do no one-on-ones (blatt) Put that Xanny on your tongue Rock the show out like a punk She the type of bitch that love to fuck (blatt) Baby, you the chosen one And, baby, I don't fuck with none Fell asleep in LA, woke up to the sun, ooh Fuck my PO, he know I got hella guns (yeah) Ooh, and shoutout my OG, he know he keep in one, uh Fuck that SGP, he know I brung the phonk (Cash, Cash, what?) Hit him with the pump, leave him in the trunk (Cash) Uh, would have fucked your baby mama but it stunk (yeah) Uh, beat a nigga ass, leave a nigga lumped (whoa, what? What? What?) I came in with a cool hundred (blatt, what? What?) And I got some bitches comin' (blatt, what? What?) And I got some bitches callin' (blatt, ooh, beep, beep, what? What?) Uh, yeah (yeah) I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (I'm with Dro) Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (for the low) If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (I'm in love) Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (whoa, beep)