100 shooters

Damn, son, where'd you find this?
Woo, Carti, damn (Uh, I'm in this bitch, Barti)
(Playboi Carti, nigga)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah (Southside, nigga, all day, nigga)
(Fuck wrong with you niggas?)
Yeah, uh (This is how you feel, uh)
(This is how you feel, Carti, this is how you feel)
Playboi, woo, Play, uh (Sipping on this Act', don't know how to act)
Hold up, who that bangin' on my door? (My door)
If a nigga try to rob me I'ma blow him in his throat, hold up, uh (Head on, head on)
Don't be blowin' up my phone (Blowin' up my phone)
Soundin' like a little ho about some coke, you fuckin' ho! (Carti, damn)
Uh, uh, it's Cartier, these diamonds let you niggas know, uh
You see these hundreds, these hundreds, nigga, we blow, uh (Carti)
Fuck her under covers, my nigga, until the morning, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
She say, "Carti, why you acting funny?" (Bitch)
"Ever since you got some money you been frontin' on me" (Bitch)
Say no more, the new cars, thе new broads, uh (The new broads)
You so bright but you so lost, damn (So lost)
You lеt the lean get you so gone, uh (Let the lean get you so gone, uh)
Don't let the drugs get you so gone, uh (Don't let the drugs get you so gone)
Don't let the drugs get you so gone, uh
You so bright but you so lost (So lost, ayy)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh (So, so fuckin' lost)
Sippin' on this Act', don't know how to act, uh
Uh, yeah, uh (So, so fuckin' lost)
My lil' whoadie got my back, he'll blow you back, damn! (Lost)
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (So, so fuckin' lost, Carti!)
My lil' whoadie got the strap, he'll blow you back, damn! (Play, Play, Playboi)
Yeah, yeah, uh (So, so fuckin' lost)
Uh (So)
So fuckin' lost!
Lost
Lost
So, so fuckin' lost
Lost