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Playboi Carti - Lsd Ii Wit Tha Fanta Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
(Real trap shit)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
(Carti, Carti)
(Cultie, Cultie)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Louis, Gucci, Prada, just designer, ayy
I just mixed the lean with the Fanta, ayy, uh
Mixin' up that dope, Arm & Hammer, ayy
Free my niggas locked up in the slammer, ayy
Zone 3 Yung Carti go harder
Came a long way from ridin' on the motherfuckin' MARTA
Now I'm ridin' shotgun, puffin' dank with your daughter
On my mama, I'm a pretty young nigga like my mama, uh (Carti, Carti)
(Carti, Carti, Carti, Carti)
Niggas plottin', trust nobody, uh
Catch a body off the bean, uh
Doin' donuts, uh, in the lobby
On my partner, I got thotties, Silkk the Shocker
Got the hoes knockin', tryna fuck me, uh
'Bout this money
White bitch, snowbunny, yeah
Easter-pink in my cup, off the mud
I fucked that bitch, yeah, off the mud
Nigga, what's good?
On the block, got the Glock
Sell rerock, fuck an opp
Yung Carti can't stop, nah
King Cultie, he on
Smokin' that strong, sellin' that strong all day long
(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I mixed the lean with the Fanta, uh
Mixed the lean with the Fanta, uh, uh
I'ma mix that dope, Arm & Hammer, ayy, ayy
I'ma mix that dope, Arm & Hammer, uh, ayy
I mixed the lean with the Fanta, uh
Mixed the lean with the Fanta, uh
I'ma mix that dope, Arm & Hammer, ayy, ayy
I'ma mix that dope, Arm & Hammer, uh

[Verse 2: Cultie]
Little LSD on the tab
Me and Yachty high talkin' 'bout a mansion
Back then niggas couldn't stand us
Now we high fivin' high rollers, wave high to the camera
Goddamn, bitch, feelin' like the man
'Bout to board the flight back to Atlanta
678 'til the day a nigga rest
Used to tote cannons, now they shoot us with the Canon
I couldn't never lie, I would never try
Take a dab, hold it in, now it's colors all around you
Backpack got a couple pounds too
Soundproof silencer equipped when they pound you
Now who lookin' like the man
Cartier probably on the Xan'
What a nigga gotta do to get a mutherfuckin' space on the sand?
Rollin' blunts 'til a nigga crampin' in the hand, shit
My companion be the bands
Bape on my body
4-5 layin' beside me
Mama said the road ain't easy
Ate a little ramen, now it's steak, sushi and wasabi
Bitches used to laugh at a nigga, never came around
Now they wish they was layin' beside me
Said we want all the money now
Passport stamps from Atlanta to Dubai with Mauis
Where the Molly at?