Playboi Carti - HOLYFIELD lyrics
Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Playboi Carti - HOLYFIELD lyrics]
Got my 9 tucked, take it up
Off his feet for what?
Cause he talking shit, took his bitch
With my fuckin wrist
Betty Crocker mix, mix the work
Make it bottle up
(Bring that shit back nigga
2 phones Carti nigga fuck wrong
With y'all niggas squad nigga)
Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious
The feds out here watchin
Tryna get our profit
Got my 9 tucked, take it up
Off his feet for what?
Cause he talking shit, took his bitch
With my fuckin wrist
Betty Crocker mix, mix the work
Make it bottle up
Niggas say me, he ain't Carti
He ain't with the shit's
Gotta brick in, got some more evicting
Build a house with it got a bitch
Then got another bitch that like
To fuck and shit (glass breaks)
Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious
The feds out here watchin
Tryna get our profit
Got my 9 tucked, take it up
Off his feet for what?
Cause he talking shit, took his bitch
With my fuckin wrist
Betty Crocker mix, mix the work
Make it bottle up
Niggas say me, he ain't Carti
He ain't with the shit's
Gotta brick in, got some more evicting
Build a house with it got a bitch
Then got another bitch that like
To fuck and shit
I don't tongue wrestle
With a nigga bitch I pop it off
Watch his body fall, pick him up
Then we drop him off
Fuck em all, with my team, I ball
Know they second aw
Fuck with me, I fuck with you
I put you on a plug or two
In the streets, they know bout me
I keep the lean I keep the heat
In the Audi, Fendi on my body
Feelin' on ya shawty
Purple drank, blowin purple dank
Nigga the fuck you think?
Shout out to my niggas Scoob and
Shout out to my nigga Nae
Shout out to my nigga La Flare and
All these thirsty hoes out here
FlatBed, straight from hell
Young nigga, can't you tell?
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield
Enemies, who is them? Blow money blow money
Blow money, call me Holyfield
I throw money, call me Holyfield
I show money, call me Holyfield
I blow money, call me Holyfield
FlatBed, straight from hell
Young nigga, can't you tell?
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield
Enemies, who is them? Blow money holyfield
Holyfield holyfield holyfield
I blow money, call me Holyfield
I throw money, call me Holyfield
Off his feet for what?
Cause he talking shit, took his bitch
With my fuckin wrist
Betty Crocker mix, mix the work
Make it bottle up
(Bring that shit back nigga
2 phones Carti nigga fuck wrong
With y'all niggas squad nigga)
Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious
The feds out here watchin
Tryna get our profit
Got my 9 tucked, take it up
Off his feet for what?
Cause he talking shit, took his bitch
With my fuckin wrist
Betty Crocker mix, mix the work
Make it bottle up
Niggas say me, he ain't Carti
He ain't with the shit's
Gotta brick in, got some more evicting
Build a house with it got a bitch
Then got another bitch that like
To fuck and shit (glass breaks)
Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious
The feds out here watchin
Tryna get our profit
Got my 9 tucked, take it up
Off his feet for what?
Cause he talking shit, took his bitch
With my fuckin wrist
Betty Crocker mix, mix the work
Make it bottle up
Niggas say me, he ain't Carti
He ain't with the shit's
Gotta brick in, got some more evicting
Build a house with it got a bitch
Then got another bitch that like
To fuck and shit
I don't tongue wrestle
With a nigga bitch I pop it off
Watch his body fall, pick him up
Then we drop him off
Fuck em all, with my team, I ball
Know they second aw
Fuck with me, I fuck with you
I put you on a plug or two
In the streets, they know bout me
I keep the lean I keep the heat
In the Audi, Fendi on my body
Feelin' on ya shawty
Purple drank, blowin purple dank
Nigga the fuck you think?
Shout out to my niggas Scoob and
Shout out to my nigga Nae
Shout out to my nigga La Flare and
All these thirsty hoes out here
FlatBed, straight from hell
Young nigga, can't you tell?
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield
Enemies, who is them? Blow money blow money
Blow money, call me Holyfield
I throw money, call me Holyfield
I show money, call me Holyfield
I blow money, call me Holyfield
FlatBed, straight from hell
Young nigga, can't you tell?
Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield
Enemies, who is them? Blow money holyfield
Holyfield holyfield holyfield
I blow money, call me Holyfield
I throw money, call me Holyfield