Playboi Carti - Terror Shit lyrics
Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Playboi Carti - Terror Shit lyrics]
Oh, that's that nigga Zee e Beats, bitch
Damn, uh look at all these diamonds
(Carti) , bad girls bitches, uh (Carti)
South girl give me head while
A nigga count his bread
And when I leave out this spot
Don't let nobody in my crib
I got some shit up in that room (That room)
Some shit they don't assume (Uh, uh)
Some shit that's hard to consume (Bitch)
I don't mean digest by that
Got mid, got loud, got crack
Got pumps, AKs and TECs (Okay)
These hoes haven't seen me flex (No)
Drive around in an all white Lex' (Okay)
Nigga this ain't mine, this my ex (Bitch)
Your new bitch, I guess
Yeah, she still tryna have sex (Fuck her)
Yeah, she still tryna have sex
We never been on the same page (No)
We never been about the same thing (No)
I cubied a campaign (Okay)
TFZ, I got my own damn gang (Bitch)
These fuck niggas so damn lame (Uh, huh)
Tell these fuck niggas stay in they lane
(Stay in your lane)
And you might want to check your man
(Check that nigga)
Before he catch this fade (Swear to God)
If you a flop, too much success
We putting work right in your chest (Bitch)
Fuck nigga, you know wassup
Fuck nigga, your hoe wanna fuck
Damn, I told your chick, fuck her plug
(Carti)
I got some drugs bitch, what you want (Carti)
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (Bitch)
And now I count this dough (Bitches)
And now I sell this dope (All you bitches)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (Carti)
And now I count this dough (Cash Carti)
And now I sell this dope (Bitch)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (Bitch)
And now I count this dough (Carti)
And now I sell this dope (Carti)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes
And now I count this dough
(Fuck all these bitches)
And now I sell this dope
Got no time for these hoes (Ayy)
Damn, uh look at all these diamonds
(Carti) , bad girls bitches, uh (Carti)
South girl give me head while
A nigga count his bread
And when I leave out this spot
Don't let nobody in my crib
I got some shit up in that room (That room)
Some shit they don't assume (Uh, uh)
Some shit that's hard to consume (Bitch)
I don't mean digest by that
Got mid, got loud, got crack
Got pumps, AKs and TECs (Okay)
These hoes haven't seen me flex (No)
Drive around in an all white Lex' (Okay)
Nigga this ain't mine, this my ex (Bitch)
Your new bitch, I guess
Yeah, she still tryna have sex (Fuck her)
Yeah, she still tryna have sex
We never been on the same page (No)
We never been about the same thing (No)
I cubied a campaign (Okay)
TFZ, I got my own damn gang (Bitch)
These fuck niggas so damn lame (Uh, huh)
Tell these fuck niggas stay in they lane
(Stay in your lane)
And you might want to check your man
(Check that nigga)
Before he catch this fade (Swear to God)
If you a flop, too much success
We putting work right in your chest (Bitch)
Fuck nigga, you know wassup
Fuck nigga, your hoe wanna fuck
Damn, I told your chick, fuck her plug
(Carti)
I got some drugs bitch, what you want (Carti)
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (Bitch)
And now I count this dough (Bitches)
And now I sell this dope (All you bitches)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (Carti)
And now I count this dough (Cash Carti)
And now I sell this dope (Bitch)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (Bitch)
And now I count this dough (Carti)
And now I sell this dope (Carti)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes
And now I count this dough
(Fuck all these bitches)
And now I sell this dope
Got no time for these hoes (Ayy)