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Playboi Carti - Woah B Take Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti & Jamie Foxx]
Where the fuck I'd be without my slatt? Uh (Slatt, buh-buh-buh)
Where the fuck I'd be without that gat? Hol' up (Buh)
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
(Buh-buh-buh)
I'm in hell with them Hellcats (What? Buh-buh)

[Verse]
If he tell, I'ma kill the cat, yeah (Uh, what?)
If he tell, we gon' spray that rat, yeah (Buh)
If he tell, we gon' throw them racks, yeah (Buh)
Fuck I'd be without my slatt, huh (Yeah)
We walk up on you with that gat, huh (Yeah)
Push up on you, leave you back, huh (Yeah)
Pussy nigga, you a cat, huh (Yeah)
Walk around with my strap, huh (Yeah)
Fuck your bitch and give her back, huh (Yeah)
I'm on lean, I like to relax, huh (Huh)
I'm on lean, I like to relax, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
That old bitch like [?] (What, hol' up)
That old bitch, that bitch throw back, yeah
That old bitch, she beat the back, yeah
Fuck that bitch, I don't know that, huh (Yeah)
Man, fuck that bitch, I don't need that, yeah
I don't need that, yeah, I don't need that, yeah
I don't need that, yeah, yeah, yeah
Young nigga keep going, huh
Young nigga keep going, huh
Young nigga too, uh, yeah
Young nigga too on, yeah
These niggas stay hating, yeah
We startin' to get paper, huh
Might save her for later, hol' up
Ain't worry about a nigga, huh
Ain't worry about hoes, huh
Got hoes on hoes, huh
Man, fuck these hoes, huh
Been had that dough, huh
Might kick your door, huh
Might kick your door, huh
Got goons out with me, yeah
May slice your throat, yeah
We going hard, yeah
We going hard, huh
Hunnid racks cash, yeah
In a Goyard, huh
In a Goyard, huh
In a Goyard, huh
Nigga get shot in the head
You step on my yard, huh
Don't step on my yard, huh
Don't step on my yard, huh
I need space, yeah
House with a gate, huh
House with a gate, huh
Niggas, they hate, yeah
Cash on the plate, huh
Eat it up, bitch, yeah
You like, "Oh," huh
Play with that dope, huh
Play with them hoes, huh
Play with them rolls, huh
I got them rolls, huh
Stay in your lane, huh
I'm out of control, huh
We movin' too slow, huh
Get out the way, huh
I got a wave, huh
I got a wave, I got a wave
I got a wave, I got a wave
I got a wave, I got a wave
Follow the way
Follow the way
Follow the way
Hold on, man, follow our way
Pi'erre, let's go, huh
We cannot be saved, hol' up
We goin'
I'm from Mars, I'm from Jupiter, yeah
I'm from, uh, yeah, hol' up
I'm from Mars, I'm from Jupiter, yeah
I'm a motherfuckin' shooter, yeah
I'ma get it out the gutter, yeah
Yeah, snakeskin, [?]
Yeah, fish-scale, yeah, we goin' up
That Runtz pack, yeah, we smokin' up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, woah
Yeah, call up LB, yeah, I rock LV
Yeah, y'all can't see me, yeah, she smell me
Yeah, that's that Runtz pack, yeah, that gassy
Yeah, Vlone, hol' up, you know me
Yeah, I'm OG, yeah, I'm OG
Yeah, Kenobi, yeah, Kenobi
Yeah, I'm ballin', yeah, like Kobe
Yeah, like Kobe, yeah, like Kobe
Yeah, bitch, Piru like my nose bleed
Yeah, been ballin', yeah, fuck, Ben Baller
Hol' up, Avianne, yeah, yeah, that money
Yeah, huh, big money
Hol' up, yeah, money, yeah
Money, huh, money, yeah
Money, yeah, money, yeah
Money, huh, money, yeah
Uh, Playboy bunny, hol' up
Yeah, uh, bunny, huh
Bunny, huh, bunny, yeah
Ain't nothing funny, huh
Ain't nothing funny, huh
My slatts comin', huh
My bloods comin', yeah
And my bloods run it, huh
Get my blood runnin', huh
My slatts comin', huh
My bloods comin', yeah
Keep my blood runnin', yeah
Keep my blood runnin', yeah
Yeah, I keep going into the mornin'
I keep going into the moon, huh
I keep going to the moon
To the moon, bring 'em more