| Yeah
|
| Now
|
| Now is my time
|
| Now is my time
|
| (That-that-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)
|
| Everybody rock with me because I’m up now
|
| Took your girl and I’ma score like I made the touchdown
|
| Swervin' in that Lambo', doors go up, not on a bus now
|
| Used to want a G-Shock, now I’m walking with a bustdown
|
| Pull up and I’m flooded with a iced out watch
|
| Whip, it look like butter, baby, pecan drop
|
| Pecan drop, put that four in Sun Drop
|
| Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot
|
| Got them rocks, diamond rocks, whip the pot
|
| Suicide, 1600, that’s the block
|
| Hit your girl, that’s check-free
|
| She ain’t used to text me
|
| Now she wanna caress me
|
| She keep tryna neck me
|
| I gotta tell my bestie
|
| Someone call my bestie
|
| Think I found my bestie
|
| Link up, make a check bleed
|
| You know that I’m smokin' dope, I’ll be high 'til next week
|
| Know I had to let her go 'cause she can’t arrest me
|
| Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? |
| Huh, uh
|
| Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh
|
| I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah
|
| Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh
|
| Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let’s choose, ooh
|
| We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh
|
| We gon' take these boys back to school, uh
|
| Money on the floor just like some shoes
|
| Uh, money on the floor just like some shoes, yeah
|
| I’ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah
|
| I’ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah
|
| And I love my goons, yeah
|
| And I love my tool (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
|
| And I love my loot (What?), yeah
|
| Fuck with me and you gon' lose (What?)
|
| Don’t talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude
|
| Don’t talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude
|
| Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? |
| Huh, uh
|
| Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh
|
| I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah
|
| Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh
|
| Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let’s choose, ooh
|
| We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh
|
| We gon' take these boys back to school, uh
|
| Money on the floor just like some shoes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shoota , by - Playboi Carti. Song from the album Die Lit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп