Playboi Carti - ​dothatshit! lyrics

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

[Playboi Carti - ​dothatshit! lyrics]

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ayy, turn me all the way up
(I'm in this motherfucker)
Turn that, take the Auto Tune off
I don't need no fuckin' Auto Tune
Fuck the Auto Tune (Fuck that Auto Tune shit)
Beep (What?) beep (yeah)
Beep (Talk to 'em, Yung Carti)
Beep, beep, beep what?
Yeah, yeah


And I'd rather not talk about it
Just do that shit
Got these bitches sayin', "yeah
He do that shit"
Got these bitches sayin', "yeah
He do that shit" uh
Got these niggas sayin', "yeah, he
Do that shit" ooh, uh
Suckin' on my dick like she
New to this, yeah, ooh
Blowin' through the check, yeah
We new to this
And I'd rather not talk about it
Just do that shit
And I'd rather not talk about it
Just do that shit (Beep)
And i'd rather not talk about it
Just do that shit (What?)
Got them bitches sayin', "yeah, he
Do that shit" ooh, ooh
Suckin' on my dick like she new to this, uh
What? Blowin' through the check, yeah, I'm
New to this, uh, what?
Runnin' shit back like a frisbee, bitch, uh
Uh
Bring that shit back like a frisbee, bitch
Uh and I'd rather not talk about it
Just do that shit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And i'd rather not talk about it
Just live this shit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it
Just shoot the shit, yeah, ooh
Got these niggas sayin', "yeah
He do that shit"
And he'd rather go talk about
It than do this shit
Pull up on your block and we shootin' shit
(Ayy Pi'erre)
Pull up on your bitch and I'm hittin' it
(Oh yeah) hittin' on your bitch, yeah
I'm killin' it (On your bitch, yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it
Just do that shit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And i'd rather not talk about it, just do it
(Lil' talkin' bitch)
Hit a lil' nigga with the Ruger
(Watch me shoot a bitch)
Hit a lil' nigga with the Ruger
(What? What? What?)
Lil' nigga, I'm that nigga, yeah
(What? What?)
I'm fuckin' on your lil' biddie, yeah
(What? What?)
I wear Raf Simons, never Hilfiger, yeah
(At all, what?)
South Atlanta, yeah, we comin' up, uh, ooh
Ooh put your middle fingers up, ooh, ooh
Pour it in my double cup (Lean, lean)
Extendo clip, double up (Beep)
And I'd rather not talk about it
Just shoot it up (What? What?)
Fuck that lil' nigga, fuck a nigga up (yeah)
Fuck the cash up, fuck the cash up
(I fuck the cash up)
Fuck the cash up, get the math up
(Get the math up, What? What? What? What?)
Oh yeah, yeah, hey (What? What?)
Pi'erre, hold up (What?)
Oh yeah, yeah, hold up (What?)
Pi'erre (What?) , cash
Oh yeah, yeah (What?) pi'erre (What?)
Oh yeah, yeah (What?) pi'erre (What? What?)

And I'd rather not talk about it, nigga, uh
(Beep, what?)
And I'd rather not talk about it
Just do this shit (yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it
Got these niggas sayin', "yeah
He do that shit" (What?)
Got these bitches sayin', "yeah
He do that shit" (What? What?)
Got these niggas sayin', "yeah
He do that shit" (Carti do that shit)
Got these bitches sayin', "yeah
He do that shit" (Carti do that shit)
Got these, uh
(What? What? Oh yeah, do that shit)
And I'd rather not talk about
It just do that shit
Carti do that shit (What? What? What?)
Carti do that shit (What?)
Let's do this shit yo, Pi'erre

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