Playboi Carti, Guap Tarantino - New Feelings (Original) lyrics

Yeah, ayy let's go
Yeah let's go

Shit, It ain't nothin' to a player
Thought I was bluffin',  they didn't care
They didn't care about me
I don't give a fuck what they say about me

Where is my cup? I'm up, yeah
We get the lean, toast it up, yeah
Pop me a pill, now I'm up
I done got that vibe
Baby, tell me once I beat your man
Bitch won't be a man
Whoa, it's not all about your body
It's not 'bout them bands

My feelings gettin' deeper every
Time I go in fuck you wanna be, I'm not
Let me tell you what I wanna do huh
I wanna fuck in the booth, yeah
I wanna get in your tooth
Hit it from the back, knock it loose
She throwin' it back, an alley oop
She want us to match, designer shoes
She getting them texts, I'm kinda too
Let me put some drip-drip-drip-drip on it
Lil' baby i got big racks, I can bust
Down your wrist out the roof, baby
I'm making money, gon' make me
I took a jet to Cali to talk to the
Label but I came back with some weed
I pop an Addy, cause it keep me stable, cuh
Am I geeked off these pills
Or am I fallin' in love?
You keep it real and I keep it real
The race is all above
I'm drinkin' lean, I got mud in my cup
I'm finna come clean, baby girl, it's up
I say you got a attitude
Yeah baby girl you my baddest boo
It could be a world where
It's just me and you
She rocking diamonds, not no pearls

Where is my cup? I'm up, yeah
We get the lean, toast it up, yeah
Pop me a pill, now I'm up
I done got that vibe, baby
Tell me once I beat your man
He won't be a man
Whoa, it's not all about your body
It's not 'bout them bands

Woo, let's go
I fuck bih right now, let's go
Off of the bean right now, aye, let's go
Off of the bean right now, let's go
Yeah, I got codeine
Codeine cup, nigga, I'm on this codeine
Too many sluts, yeah, they tryna blow me
I'm tryna fuck these bitches too slowly
I can't nut in that bitch
That bitch don't know me
I can't trust that bitch
That bitch don't know me
Half of these bitches act like police
Half of these bitches act like police, yeah
Matter of fact, all these niggas, yeah
They police
I get the racks, they want some racks yeah
I got them racks, I got some racks, yeah
My bitch bad, she a white bitch
My bitch bad, she a Black bitch
I don't pop Xans, I'm on the Perc, yeah
She got a gun in her purse, yeah
Fuck these niggas, yeah, they lurk, yeah
You'll get robbed out your shirt, yeah, huh
You'll get put on that shirt, yeah, oh