Playboi Carti, Lil Yachty - In My Car lyrics

You a copier (Copier)
Yeah, you like to copy shit
(I'm on that shit)
You wasn't even on this style until Yung
Carti popped this shit, yeah
I got hella hoes, ooh
And they poppin' shit, yeah
I got poppin' hoes, ooh
On they poppin' shit, ooh
I need a solid ho, ooh harder than a brick
My bitch bad with no makeup kit, ooh
And she with the shit
She gotta top me off and zip her lip, ooh
While I zip a brick
I got choppers on my mama couch, ooh
Pints all in the fridge, ooh
When I leave the crib, ooh
Go check on my kids, ooh
All these niggas my kids, ooh
I just fucked they bitch, ooh
All these niggas my kids, ooh
I just fucked they bitch
Kickstand lit, lean, bitch
Throw it in the back, we lit, yeah
Throw it in the back, we lit, yeah
Thumb through the check, we lit
Ayy, I'm fuckin' this bitch
I flex, she split, ooh
All on the dick she do trick, ooh
I told that bitch that she it, ooh
I told the bitch she the shit, ooh
All of my niggas'll hit
I give 'em the guap, he goin' to hit
He go on a mission, he hit 'em with kick, ooh
Kick the lil bitch with the stick, ooh
He goin' out bad, that's it, ooh
I'm with the set like I'm Dip, ooh
Now with the set, I'm pimp, ooh
I swear I could be that lil pimp, ooh
I swear she need a lil pimp, ooh
Treat the lil bitch like a pit, ooh
VVS diamonds my neck, ooh
Don't need no light to hit, ooh
I know I be coolin' and shit, ooh
But all of these bitches I hit, ooh
And all of these niggas are bitch, ooh
All of these niggas are bitch

In my car (Car) yeah
Yeah sippin' on that Wock'
Poppin' all these bars (2900, Flatbed)
Coolin' with the stars
Coupe came with the star
(Coupe came, coupe came, fuck you talkin' to
Nigga?) in my car (Car, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (You know what I'm sayin'? Check it out)

Ayy, yeah i don't even like to fight
But my diamonds love to hit
Used to be on swipin' shit
Now a nigga filthy rich, ayy
With Yung Carti, that Ferrari go safari, ayy
Yeah
No Atari, ayy, I'm coolin' with Bari, ayy
Yeah that's my gang for my gang
I just copped another chain
I just swerved another lane
If I win a Grammy I'ma never
If I don't win a Grammy I'ma probably
Still fuck on your bitch, whoo, yeah
What's the problem? Point 'em, shot 'em
Bottle-pop 'em
That lil bitch be wet like Fiji
Why she act like she don't need me? (I don't)
I don't drive no rentals
If you see me in it, bitch, I bought it
I do not do no narcotics
But a nigga still iconic (Beep) lil Boat

In my car (Car)
Yeah (yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?) yeah
Sippin' on that Wock'
(I got pints in this shit)
Poppin' all these bars
(Beep, salute, 2900, Flatbed)
Coolin' with the stars (Lit, lit, lit, lit)
Coupe came with the star
(Coupe came, coupe came, I got, star, star)
In my car (Car, yeah, yeah) in my car