Trippie Redd, Playboi Carti - Arm and Leg lyrics

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Whoa, huh whoa, whoa

Know you love that bitch, yeah
Know you trust that bitch, yeah
Know you love that bitch, yeah
Nigga, I just fucked that bitch, yeah
Aw, baby, I’m the shit, why you playin'?
Rolex on my wrist so sick, got it plain
Rolex on my wrist cost a arm and a leg
Foreign car outside cost a arm and a leg

Nigga, fuck that shit
Young nigga got hundreds (Bitch, yeah, yeah)
Nigga, fuck that shit
Young nigga got hundreds (yeah, yeah, bitch)
Bitch got lots of swag, hold up (yeah, yeah)
We be poppin' them tags (yeah)
We be playin’ with racks (Bitty)
I be playin' with bags (Bags)
Shawty geeked up (Geeked up, hold up)
Did it for the slimes (yeah, yeah)
Me and my partner gon' ride (Slatt, hold up)
Me and my partner got, yeah
Me and my partner got 9s (Hold up)
Love that nigga from the 9 (Love that)
I'ma put a bitch in line (Love that)
I'ma fuck this bitch two times (29)
Try that for that cash

Know you love that bitch, yeah
Know you trust that bitch, yeah
Know you love that bitch, yeah
Nigga, I just fucked that bitch, yeah
Aw, baby, I'm the shit, why you playin'?
Rolex on my wrist so sick, got it plain
Rolex on my wrist cost a arm and a leg
Foreign car outside cost a arm and a leg

(I love Trippie Redd, I love Trippie Redd)
(I love Trippie Redd, I love Trippie Redd)