2G’s, Lil Yachty - 6GS lyrics

Uh, look who the hell is Carlo?

If my brother died today
I prolly wouldn't cry
But if my best friend left this earth
I'd prolly leave it too
Poured a six up in a pop
And turned it black from blue so many G6's
It could fill up Shaq's left shoe
Damn, that's a lot of X
Done had a lot of sex
Without history of phone calls or texts
I heard the head was fye, from lil' bro
So I need it next
Ain't seein' my government name
'less it's on a check
Wrecked a half a mil' on cars
With only two accidents
Bitch want some perks
Gave that hoe laxatives
I started stuntin' in the pussy
Forgot my adjectives
Fucked a christian bitch
She tried to move me out to Nazareth
I can't do that girl, it's really far
I might sip a deuce with Triss
But I can't do the par
Bro just poured a glass, pint of red
It's lookin' like tar
Two pretty bitches just got pulled
Over in my car thank god I wasn't in it
'cause we prolly wouldn't of made it far
They touch lil' bro
We pullin' strings like acoustic guitars
Hm, and I'm still untouched
Asked 2GS where he got his chains
Think he told me hutch
Throw these bullets inside this clip
I make 'em double dutch
VVS1 stones in my tomb if I go too soon
And we keep them sticks on our hip
Like we at the saloon
Took my newest bitch to the salon
Bought her new perfume
And my clip long as batons
Bet we get to spinnin'
Last time I checked the scope, boy
Me and mines was winnin'
Nigga, yo' dad in the police force
Stop interfering stop tryna include others
'fore they start disapearin'
First time I had a cup of ack
My eyes started tearin'
Second time 2GS put it out, on god
I was chearin' mm, I think I'm Malcolm X
I'm peakin' through the blinds with my AK
Hope I don't hit his chest
I'm tryna get a selfie from him
Put three Ps in the mail
I could philadelphia
We gettin' wealthy from him
2015, prolly had it giffy for ya'
If you ain't rich by 2020
Then it's iffy for ya'

Ay man, them boys ain't gettin' no money
They be cappin'
They see me all in the streets, I be steppin'
(I be steppin')
223's rip his heart, don't need no napkin
(Grra) man, them niggas sippin' green
They be cappin' (They sippin' what?)
Yo' bitch, she give me top
She smiling white, what happens
AP, it's fully bust
I'm 'bout to get a skeleton (Get a skeleton)
Them hoes be houndin' for the pape
(They be howlin', they be howlin')
I might take off in a strafe (Skrrt, bow)
Don't say my name, you get ate
(Don't say my name, you get ate)
I don't even go on dates
(I don't even go on dates)

Who the hell is Carlo?