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Playboi Carti - Vvv Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
Blatt, bih', blatt, hold up

[Verse]
Racks, I got racks (Yeah)
Money in my pants make me sag (Yeah)
My bitch on my dick, she got me mad (Yeah)
I pull Glock 9s and I blast (Blatt, blast, hol' up)
I got Black Flag on my ass, hol' up (Black Flag)
Shawty wanna fuck on Carti 'cause he got cash (He got cash)
I got Chrome Hearts (I got Chrome Heart)
I got die hards (I got die hard)
I got bad bitches (I got bad), they in College Park (They in College)
I'm on the Southside (I'm on the South), I got a Glock 9 (I got a Glock 9)
And it's 29, blatt, blatt, hol' up (Bitch, slatt, yeah)
Fuck your side, hold up (Fuck your side)
Nigga, we talking 'bout cash, young nigga got money
Nigga, we talking 'bout bags, keep popping bags now (Two bags, yeah)
I'm on the block with the gats and I'm gon' tax now
I'm on the block with the Glock and I'm gon' wack now (Blatt, yеah)
AP watch, it's two-tone (Two, two, AP)
Gon' fuck that bitch, riding home, yeah (Fuck that bih', riding homе)
I'm on the block, I'm in the zone (I'm on the block, I'm in the zone)
Don't get me out my zone (Don't get me out my zone)
Get me out my zone (Bad bitch)
Bad bitch, yeah, she tryna get flown (Blah, check it out)
Bad bitches tryna rock VLONE (Yeah, check it out)
Yeah, R.I.P. X, nigga
Tatted on my chest, nigga
Butterfly doors on the 'vette, nigga (29)
I just fucked a bitch, got it on text, nigga (On text, yeah)
I just fucked a bitch, got it on text, nigga (Aw, yeah, yeah)
We be poppin' bags (It's Yung Carti, yeah)
And I be poppin' them pills on the set, nigga (Yeah)
And you better not (Better not)
Nigga b-better not (Better not)
Nigga b-better not (Better, Carti)
Nigga b-better not
I don't even turn out (Blatt)
I like to turn up (Yeah, blatt)
And we stay up (Blatt)
Yeah we keep it up (Blitz)
Bitch wanna fuck with me 'cause she know I got big bucks (Big bucks)
I wanna fuck with the bitch 'cause I know that bitch got a big butt (Big slut)
Rock these all black jeans, Balmain jeans (Balmain jeans)
Look at my ice, yeah (Ice), VV-V (VV-V)
Copped at Elliot, VV-V (VV-V)
VV-V (Blatt)
Hol' up
They tryna turn me, trying turn me (La, la, la la, la)
I fuck the bitch, I wanna fuck this ho named Chinese (Hey)
Kitty (Bow), I got—, I got bitches with some titties, hold up
Coupe came with the bitty, yeah (Yeah, hol' up)
Take over your city (Yeah)
And the Glock came with some fucking titties (Blatt, blow)
Balling like I'm P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
Balling like I'm Carti, Carti (Blatt, Diddy)
I smoke dope like I'm Kid Cudi (Blatt, Cudi)
I fucked that bitch and I might fuck her buddy (Blatt, buddy)
Yeah, these bitches fuck me 'cause they know I'm with Cudi (Buddy)
I'm smokin' dope like I'm Kid Cudi (Blatt, Cudi)
I fucked your bitch and I might fuck her buddy, hol' up (Buddy)