Playboi Carti - Countin Caskets lyrics

Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S.

[Playboi Carti - Countin Caskets lyrics]

Yeah, uh, man, you niggas actors
You fuckin' rappers, y'all actin'
I come through blastin'
Your bitch too basic, a catfish, I
Your bitch too basic, a catfish
That shit too tragic
I'm countin' caskets, that's-
(Count up, count up)
Caskets, I'm countin' caskets
(Count up, count up) in Aston
That Aston Martin
Bitch, I'm crashin', I'm laggin'
(What? Crash that shit)
I'm jetlaggin' (LA, LA) ayy, yeah, ayy, uh


Man, my bitch too bad
Ayy, yeah, my bitch too bad
She bad and bougie (Bad and bougie)
Yeah, grab her on the booty
Told that ho she cutie
Yeah, ay, shit, '08, rockin' Coogi (What?)
Ayy, shit, yeah, bitch, '08, rockin' Coogi
Yeah, hit shit kickin' shit, kickin' shit
Ooh, I just got a bitch and
She love the suckin' dick
Ayy, I just got a whip and
I love to drive that shit
Ayy, when I'm in the VIP all
The bitches feel my shit (Oh yeah)
Ooh, uh, yeah, ooh ooh, yeah, ooh ooh
Swoolin' with the loot
Ooh, gave that ho the boot (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, ooh, what I do? (yeah)
Count a hundred thou' ooh, ooh, I'm too
Ooh, ooh, only fuck with red, ooh, ooh
Don't fuck with blue
If you Snoop then you cool
Ooh, ooh, boy, I'm bool
Ooh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh

Man, these niggas actors
They fuckin' actin' (Carti)
Man, these niggas actors
These niggas rappers, they actin'
I come through blastin'
Up in traffic, in traffic pull up in traffic
I'm countin' caskets, caskets (What? What?)
You niggas blastin'
I ain't blastin', y'all ashin'
That Aston Martin
Bitch, I crash it, I crash it (What?)
Bitch, I crash it, crash it
Bitch, I'm blastin', I'm blastin'
Bitch, in Aston, uh, I'm blastin' (What?)


Uh, uh come here, let's go
Come here, let's go
Uh, come here, let's go
Uh, come here, let's go, let's go
Let's go
Ayy, yeah, bet I hit that check, that check
Fuck your ho, she give me neck
Boy, that pussy stay so wet
I'm in South Atlanta shit
Zone 3, bitch, that's what I rep 2900, 2900
Ayy, shout out Flocka Flame
In the cut with the flame
Uh, shout out to my dog
He got niggas with the things
Ayy, shout out to my plug, boy
He send them niggas in
Ayy, and my niggas here, boy
We might just bring it in
And I fuck with the DJ so
He playin' all my shit and I been in this
Uh, yeah, shit, ooh, yeah
Man, I just seen some niggas at the shit
Man, these niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Pour that cup, try that shit
Talkin' shit get you lit
Ayy, bitch, I'm too lit
Ayy, yeah, I'm too lit
Got a bitch, she too lit (Rubi)

Ayy, yeah, these niggas actors
They fuckin' actors
Ayy, these fuckin' rappers
They fuckin' actin'
Ayy, Aston Martin coupe, I'm blastin'

Havin', I'm fuckin' havin'
Off the dome, bitch, I'm off the dome
I'm on the phone, ho, I'm on the phone
Shut up
I'm off the dome, bitch, just give me dome
Shut up
I'm on the phone, bitch, I'm on the phone
Shut up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, alright, yeah
I'm on the phone, bitch, I'm on the phone
Shut up
I'm on the phone, bitch, I'm on the phone
Uh, I'm on the phone, bitch
I'm on the phone

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