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2900: [Intro] Beep [Verse 1] I'm goin' straight to the top (Top) I told my boy get the knots (Knots) All of my boys on the block (Block) Up on your block with the knots (Thots) Up on your block with your thot (Thots) Fuckin' your bitch in the lot (Fuckin' that bitch) All of my niggas, they pop, ooh I got like twenty-nine opps, ooh (2900 my block) [Chorus] 2900 my block, hey (2900 my block) I got like twenty-nine opps, hey (Twenty-nine opps) I shoot like twenty-nine times, ayy (Twenty-nine times) I shoot like twenty-nine times, hey (Twenty-nine times) 2900 my block, hey (2900 my block) I got like twenty-nine opps, ayy (Twenty-nine opps) I got like twenty-nine opps, ayy (Opps) I shoot that shit off the top (Top) I shoot that bitch off the top (Hold on) I shoot that bitch off the top, hey (Yeah) I shoot that bitch off the top, hey (Yeah, yeah) I shoot that bitch off the top, hey (Beep) 2900 my block, ayy (My block) I got like twenty-nine opps, ayy (Like, yeah, yeah) 2900 my block, ayy (Block) I got like twenty-nine opps, ooh (I got like twenty-nine opps) I got like twenty-nine knots, ayy I got like twenty-nine mops, ayy (Mops) I got like twenty-nine Glocks, ayy (Twenty-nine) I got like twenty-nine thots, ayy (Yeah, yeah) 2900 my block, hey (2900 my block) I got like twenty-nine, uh, what? (I got like twenty-nine) 2900 my block, hey (Yeah, 2900 my block) Carti got twenty-nine thots, ooh (Twenty-nine thots) Carti got twenty-nine thots, ooh (Twenty-nine thots) Carti got twenty-nine opps, ooh (Twenty-nine opps) Carti got twenty-nine thots, ooh (Twenty-nine thots) Carti got twenty-nine opps, ooh (Twenty-nine, twenty-nine) I got like twenty-nine mops, ooh (Twenty-nine mops) I got like twenty-nine mops (Twenty-nine mops) I got like twenty-nine thots, ooh (Twenty-nine thots) I got like twenty-nine thots (What? Beep) [Verse 2] Bitch, I be high like Kid Cudi, hey I might go fuck on her buddy, hey (Her buddy) Fuck that lil' bitch on a Sunday, hey (A Sunday) Fuck that lil bitch and she love me, ayy All of your diamonds they dusty, ayy (All of your diamonds, they) All of your bitches they dusty, oh (All of your diamonds, they) My diamonds they shine on a Monday (Shine on a Monday) My diamonds they shine on a Sunday (Shine on a Sunday) What? What? What? What? All of your bitches look funny, ooh (What? beep) Walk in that bitch with my toolie, ooh (Yeah, yeah) Carti can't move like no dummy, ooh (Yeah yeah) Maison Margiela my sweater, ooh (Mason Margiela my sweater) She got the key to my telly, ooh (Slatt) She got her head on my belly, ooh (What?) I live my life like it's Belly, ooh (Slatt, slatt) I just got out of the celly, ooh (What?) All of these niggas, they tellin', ooh (Do all of these niggas get racks) I'm a popstar, bitch, no felon, ooh (I might go fuck on your bitch) I'm a rockstar, bitch, no felon, ooh (I might go fuck on your bitch) I might go move like a felon, ooh (I might make a move on your bitch) Catch that lil' boy and we killin', ooh (Ooh, what?) Catch that lil' boy and we killin', ooh (Ooh, what?) But all of my niggas rebellin' (Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep) [Chorus] Hey, 2900 my block, hey (2900 my block) I got like twenty-nine opps, hey (Twenty-nine opps) I shoot like twenty-nine times, ayy (Twenty-nine times) I shoot like twenty-nine times, hey (Twenty-nine times) 2900 my block, hey (2900 my block) I got like twenty-nine opps, ayy (Twenty-nine opps) I got like twenty-nine opps, ayy (Opps) I shoot that shit off the top (Top) I shoot that bitch off the top (Hold on) I shoot that bitch off the top, hey (Yeah) I shoot that bitch off the top, hey (Yeah, yeah) I shoot that bitch off the top, hey (Beep) 2900 my block, ayy (My block) I got like twenty-nine opps, ayy (Like, yeah, yeah) 2900 my block, ayy (Block) I got like twenty-nine opps, ooh (I got like twenty-nine opps) I got like twenty-nine knots, ayy I got like twenty-nine mops, ayy (Mops) I got like twenty-nine Glocks, ayy (Twenty-nine) I got like twenty-nine thots, ayy (Yeah, yeah) 2900 my block, hey (2900 my block) I got like twenty-nine, uh, what? (I got like twenty-nine) 2900 my block, hey (Yeah, 2900 my block) Carti got twenty-nine thots, ooh (Twenty-nine thots) Carti got twenty-nine thots, ooh (Twenty-nine thots) Carti got twenty-nine opps, ooh (Twenty-nine opps) Carti got twenty-nine thots, ooh (Twenty-nine thots) Carti got twenty-nine opps, ooh (Twenty-nine, twenty-nine) I got like twenty-nine mops, ooh (Twenty-nine mops) I got like twenty-nine mops (Twenty-nine mops) I got like twenty-nine thots, ooh (Twenty-nine thots) I got like twenty-nine thots (What? Beep) Bands Up: [Intro: Playboi Carti & Jamie Foxx] Shit fire (Yeah, uh, bands up) Yo, Pi'erre (Yeah, nigga get his bands up) (I came fuckin' with it) Yeah (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) I be on this shit too (Beep) [Chorus] Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands, yeah (Cash, yeah) [Verse 1] Ayy, uh (What?) Get my bands, yeah, uh, uh (Bands, yeah) Get my bands up, uh, uh (Bands up) Better catch up, ooh, yeah (Catch up, yeah) Better catch up (Ooh, yeah) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up, uh (Ooh, yeah, up) Wait 'til that nigga get the Benz truck, ayy (Ooh, yeah, truck) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up, ooh (Ooh, yeah, up) Tell that bitch catch, yeah, catch up (Ooh, yeah, up) Fuckin' on your bitch, you better catch up (Catch up) Hittin' on your clique, you better catch up (Catch up) I ain't on that swipin' shit, you better catch up (Catch up) I don't swipe, I spend the check like catch up (Catch up) [Chorus] Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands, yeah (Cash, yeah) [Verse 2] Yeah, ooh, walk around this bitch just like a dancer (Walk around this bitch) She walk around this bitch just like a dancer (Dancer) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Bought my bitch an ass, got her cake up (Cake up) In the 'Rari, smash, ho, a racecar (Skrrt, skrrt) Fuckin' on your bitch, I cannot cake, yeah (Fuckin' on your bitch) Kick the bitch out then I bake up (Kick the bitch out) All that tongue wrestlin' shit, you don't take, yeah, ooh (What you talkin' 'bout?) She just give me neck, bitch, get your face up (What you talkin' 'bout?) I ain't with the fakes, fuck the fakes, yeah (What you talkin' 'bout?) Shootin' at these niggas like a Pacer (What you talkin' 'bout?) Runnin' up the check, get the pace up (Ayy, what?) [Chorus] Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands up (Bands up) Wait 'til that nigga get his bands, yeah (Cash, yeah) R.I.P. FREDO (ft. Nudy): Yeah, hittin' that bitch from the fire, uh (Slatt) Uh, notice me, yeah Hittin' that boy with that fire, ooh Nigga didn't notice me, yeah I'm hittin' that bitch with some fire, ooh He ain't even notice me, yeah Hittin' that bitch with that fire, uh A nigga didn't notice me Hittin' that boy with that fire, uh They ain't even know it's me, uh They ain't even notice me, huh They ain't even know it's me, ooh They ain't even notice me, huh They ain't even know it's me, huh Hittin' that boy with that fire (Slatt) Nigga didn't notice me [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Hold up, lil bitch, I got bags (Slatt, slatt) You talkin' to mans (Slime) Hold up, lil bitch I got bags (Slime, slime) You talkin' to me (Slime) Hittin' that boy with that fire (Fire) Nigga didn't know it was me (Nigga didn't know) Nigga be dead to me (Yeah) Nigga be dead meat Hittin' that bitch from the side (Side) I wanna have a ménage I wanna have a good time (What?) I wanna fuck up your life (Yeah) She wanna play with that fire (Fire) Shawty gon' play with that fire (Fire) These niggas ain't ready for slime They ain't even ready for slime (Yeah) [Chorus: Playboi Carti & Young Nudy] Hittin' that bitch from the fire, uh (Slatt) Uh, notice me, yeah Hittin' that boy with that fire, ooh Nigga didn't notice me, yeah I'm hittin' that bitch with some fire, ooh He ain't even notice me, yeah Hittin' that bitch with that fire, uh A nigga didn't notice me Hittin' that boy with that fire, uh They ain't even know it's me, uh They ain't even notice me, huh They ain't even know it's me, ooh They ain't even notice me, huh They ain't even know it's me, huh Hittin' that boy with that fire (Yeah) Nigga didn't notice me [Verse 2: Young Nudy & Playboi Carti] Hittin' that boy with the fire (What up?) Wish a motherfucker try (Uh-huh) Know Slime gonna fire (Slime) I been firin' all the shots (You know it) Since I was a little nigga (You know it) Lil nigga havin' pistols (What?) Pistols never was a issue (Never) Gettin' money since a youngin' (Youngin') Been havin' hoes comin' (Cut it up) Lot of niggas out here frontin' (Fronts) Know them pussy niggas bluffin' (Nah) These niggas wasn't shootin' (Nah) Slimeball been packin' (Gats) Slimeball 'bout that action (Slime) And you know what's happenin' (What's happenin'?) Yeah, bitch (Yeah, bitch) [Chorus: Playboi Carti & Young Nudy] Hittin' that bitch from the fire, uh (Yeah) Uh, notice me, yeah (Bitch) Hittin' that boy with that fire, ooh Nigga didn't notice me, yeah I'm hittin' that bitch with some fire, ooh He ain't even notice me, yeah Hittin' that bitch with that fire, uh A nigga didn't notice me Hittin' that boy with that fire, uh They ain't even know it's me, uh They ain't even notice me, huh They ain't even know it's me, ooh They ain't even notice me, huh They ain't even know it's me, huh Hittin' that boy with that fire (Fire) Nigga didn't notice me [Outro: Playboi Carti] Yeah, yeah Uh, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Alma Mater: [Intro] Psh, yeah, psh, beep That's on God Beep, buh, buh, buh, buh [Chorus] I woke up in the morning and I said I need one of those (Whoa) They got me trying all these clothes They got me trying all these clothes I swear to God, I'll never wear a dress, nigga (Yeah) I don't give a fuck, I don't impress a nigga (No) They got me trying all these clothes (Whoa) They got me trying all these clothes (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh) Tryna play a nigga close Tryna play a nigga close (Yeah) [Verse 1] I swear to God, I'll never wear a dress, nigga (No, what?) I don't give a fuck, ain't tryna impress a nigga (No, yeah, no) Chopper on the dresser, nigga (Chopper) Tatted like a Mexican, nigga Yeah, my plug, he a Mexican nigga Man, I wonder how I met that nigga Young nigga, you don't want the nigga I was brought up with some killers, nigga On some fashion shit, yeah, my Glock smash a nigga (Fashion) It's a movie clip, lights, camera, action, nigga (Yeah) Been in love with the trap, nigga (What?) I've been in love with the rap, nigga (Yeah) [Interlude] I—uh, uh (No) Yeah, yeah, yeah Lights, camera, action, shit (No, no) Close that door [Chorus] I woke up in the morning and I said I need one of those They got me trying all these clothes They got me trying all these clothes I swear to God, I'll never wear a dress, nigga (Yeah) I don't give a fuck, I don't impress a nigga They got me trying all these clothes They got me trying all these clothes Tryna play a nigga close Tryna play a nigga close (No) [Verse 2] Uh, ooh, lights, camera, action shit, ooh I said I had to fuck the whole clique, uh, uh Because my girl brung her girlfriends, uh, uh, uh Carti, yeah, he do that shit, uh, uh Lately I've been really chillin', uh, uh Plottin' in my mansion, plottin' on a million That's another million, add another million (Add another million) Diamonds on me dancin', diamonds on me spinning (Diamonds on me spinning) Niggas like to bite, I don't even write Like my lean with Sprite, like my lean with ice Ooh, I like my ho look light, like my ho look tight Get it right, uh, 'cause I'm real right [Interlude] And that's on gang (That's on gang 'cause I'm real right) (Like my ho look real light) Piru (Real light) (That's on gang, whoa) Beep [Chorus] I woke up in the morning and I said I need one of those They got me trying all these clothes They got me trying all these clothes I swear to God, I'll never wear a dress, nigga (No) I don't give a fuck, I don't impress a nigga They got me trying all these clothes They got me trying all these clothes Tryna play a nigga close, uh, uh Tryna play a nigga close [Outro] And that's on God And that's on God Lights, camera, action shit Tryna play a nigga close And that's on gang And that's on gang Pi'erre, you a fool