OPIUM CULT VOL. 1

[PROPHECY (Intro)]

[Intro]
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[COUNTING CASKETS]

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What?)
Rockstar made (What?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? Ayy)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Never too much (Uh), never too much (Yeah, uh)
Never too much (Yeah, uh), never too much (Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Bih)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (What?)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch)
I got some racks, yeah (Bitch)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch, yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (What? Yeah)
She suckin' my dick (What?), she eat it for lunch (What? Uh)
Yeah, I hit it from the back (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (Slatt)
I'm beatin' it up (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (What?)
I'm in love with them drugs (What?), yeah, I'm kissin' the cup (What?)
She in love with the thot (What?), yeah, I don't give no fuck (What?)
I won't stress about a bitch (What?), that's not my slut (What?)
These niggas beefin' over hoes (What?), so I keep it up (What?)
Even when I'm at my fuckin' show (Bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (Yeah)

[Refrain: Playboi Carti]
(What?)
Rockstar made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? Ayy)

(What?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What?)
Rockstar made (What?)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I fuck that bitch in the back seat
I fuck that bitch in a wagon (What?)
I fuck that bitch in the back seat (What?)
Now, that bitch braggin' (What? Yeah)
Braggin' (What?), braggin' (What?), got the bitch braggin' (Slatt)
Took the bitch to L.A., now the bitch braggin' (What? What? What? Yeah)
I just killed an opp, yeah, I swear I'm countin' caskets
I could make an opp disappear like magic (Yeah)
Send my niggas to your mama house, it get tragic (What?)
Standin' on the block right now (What?), I'm on the backstreet (What?)
Forty-five hunnid for the drink, yeah, we taxin' (Yeah)
I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston (Yeah)
Dope boys outside, nigga, yeah, we havin' (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, I don't believe in average, yeah (Yeah)

[Outro: Playboi Carti]
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (Yeah)
Rockstar made (What?)

[D33P END (feat. Kanye West)]

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
What?
What?
What?
What?
(Yeah) What?
What?

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Go, go to the moon (Yeah, Carti)
Go to the moon (What?)
Go to the moon (Slatt)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Shawty tell me, what's up? (Yeah, slatt)
Got some drank in my cup (Yeah, yeah)
Got my opp in my blunt (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas try to keep up (Yeah, yeah)
In the car with my son (Yeah, yeah)
Get killed by a pump (What?)
I got a redhead (Yeah)
My vibe is tough (Okay)
I done been through a lot (Okay)
I done seen some stuff (Carti)
Everything dope
Shoutout to the bluff (What?)

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
She ugly hot, like a chick that call you to borrow
Five hunnid, then promise she gon' pay you back tomorrow
Then left with a scammer with a Gucci hat from Marshalls
Slept with him, then woke up, saw his watch was a Fossil
Everybody wear a costume, spray a little extra perfume
YEEZYs in the stock room, that's the name, make the stock boom
Hit the club with at least ten, you in a 500, that's a cheap Benz
I promised Playboi we'd get the tape out 'fore the weekend is over
Too famous to sneak in
Wolverine in a sheep skin, I be goin' off the deep end
We here for a reason, boy, we got more to do
You text just like, "Yo," I'm like, "Yo, I been avoidin' you"
Ye Jesus gang, you correct
You always askin' for Buddha, you a Budapest (Ayy)
If they don't play this, call the DJ
This verse just shut down the freeway
Born in the A, you can't impeach Ye
The case so brief, don't bring your briefcase

[LOST MY M!ND]

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Ha, ha, ha, ha (Slatt, ayy)
Ha, ha (Yeah), ha, ha (Ayy)
Ha, ha (Yeah), ha (Oh my), ha (Yeah)
Ha, ha (What?), ha (What?), ha (What? Damn)

[Verse: Playboi Carti]
Ever since my brother died (What? Died, what?)
Ever since my brother died (Died, what? What? Yeah)
I've been thinkin' 'bout homicide (What? What? What? What?)
I've been thinkin' 'bout homicide (What? What? What? What?)
Free Lil' Tip (What? Ooh), free Migo Bliff (What? Ah)
Free all my guys (What?), free Problem Child (What?)
I been with lil' Demon and lil' Beno and R5 (What? What? Demon in that)
Ridin' in a tank on 285 (Five, what? What?)
On the way to Front Street, who say we ain't outside? (Yeah)
Smokin' on the Henchmen (What?), got a nigga fried
I'm hangin' with the Pirus (What? What?), hangin' with the Fives (Yeah)
I got mob ties, I got fuckin' mob ties (Yeah)
I got niggas in chain gang on my side (What? What? What? What? Chain gang)
I got niggas in chain gang on my side (What? What? What? What?)
I had the niggas shank Ola for a pie (What? What? What? What?)
I had the niggas shank Ola for a pie (What? What? What? What?)
I'm on demon time (What? What?), I'm on demon time (What? What? Tell 'em)
Bitch, I'm out my body (What? What?), I done lost my mind (What? What? Yeah)
I'm a young bitch (What? What? Bitch), but I'm in my prime (What? What? Yeah)
I'm a young bitch (What? What? Go), but I'm in my prime (What? What? Yeah)
Pussy-ass niggas can't hang 'round me (What? What? What?)
All these pussy-ass niggas liabilities (What? What? What?)
I'm so shiesty, I ain't got a OG (What? Woo)
I keep the blicky, blicky just in case they try me (What? Blicky, blicky, what?)
Kill me a opp (What? Slatt), kill me a opp (Ooh, what? Okay)
Carry 'em out (Yeah, what?), carry 'em out (Yeah, what?)
This chopper won't stop (Choppa, choppa, what?)
This chopper won't stop (Choppa, choppa, what?)
I fuck on your thot (Choppa, choppa, what?)
I fuck on your thot
You fuck with my opps? (Opps, woo)
You fuck with my opps? (Yeah, yeah)
You fuck with my opps? (What? Yeah, yeah)
You fuck with the cops (What? What?)
Brand new 'Ventador, I drove that bitch right to the moon (Moon, what?)
I just hit a lick with a mask, MF DOOM (Woo, woo, what? Woo, woo)
I just rocked the show on some mothafuckin' shrooms (God, woo)
I fucked my biggest fan in the fuckin' green room (God, yeah)
I gave that ho a band and told her, "Go and buy some shoes" (Ah, what?)
I've been winnin' all day, bitch, I can't lose (Woo, what?)
I got the people goin' crazy (What?), watchin' all my moves (Yeah)
My bitch said I dress real nice, dress cool (Ayy)
If Rick don't cut you a check (What?), you better sue (What? What?)
Yeah, what? What? Ha, what?
Ha, what? (Yeah, yeah), ha (Tilt, yeah)
Ha (What? What? What?), ayy
Yeah, what? What?
Yeah, what? (Bitch) Yeah, what? Yeah

[CUTTER]

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, I'm in the coupe with a cutter, yeah, sippin' on Wock' (What?)
Yeah, posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (What? Yeah)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (What? Yeah)
Posted with my brother (Brother), yeah, he got a mop (What? Slatt)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop

[Verse: Playboi Carti]
I'm robbin' the bank (Bank, yeah)
I'm robbin' the bank (Bank, yeah)
I ride in the tank (Tank, yeah)
I ride in the tank (Tank, yeah)
My bitch, she got cake (Cake, what?)
My bitch, she got cake (Cake, what?)
We stay in the house, uh
Can't leave out the place (Slatt, slatt)
I just caught a case (Slatt, what?)
Got dirt on my face (Slatt)
Got tats on my face (Slatt, slatt)
I'm servin' that base (Yeah)
I'm servin' that base (Base, yeah)
I'm servin' that base (Base, yeah)
I got me some thots (Thots, thots)
They thought I was gay (Slatt, woah)
Lamborghini parked outside, it's purple like lean (Woah, woah)
Lamborghini parked outside, it's purple like lean (Woah, yeah)
I'm tryna fuck on a thot and sip on some lean (Lean, blatt, what?)
I'm tryna fuck on a thot and sip on some lean (What?)
I love all my thots and codeine (Thots, codeine)
I love all my thots and codeine (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a rockstar, bitch, this what I bleed
Nigga tryna play me, I'ma make him bleed

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, I'm in the coupe with a cutter, yeah, sippin' on Wock' (What?)
Yeah, posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (What? Yeah)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (What? Yeah)
Posted with my brother (Brother), yeah, he got a mop (What? Slatt)

[TWILIGHT ZONE]

[Verse: Playboi Carti]
Put my glasses on, I can't see these bitches (What? Slatt)
Put my glasses on, I can't see these bitches (Yeah)
I'm in the twilight zone, nowhere near these niggas
I'm in the twilight zone, nowhere near these niggas
They can't understand me, I'm talkin' hieroglyphics (Yeah)
They can't understand me, I'm talkin' hieroglyphics
I feel like Morpheus (What, what?), I feel like Morpheus (What, what?)
I got my whole gang on some other shit
I done changed my swag (Swag, swag, what? What?)
Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis (Yeah), metamorphosis (Oh yeah)
Metamorphosis (Oh yeah), metamorphosis (Oh yeah)
Metamorphosis, metamorphosis
I had to change my whole swag, I'm on some other shit (Okay)
I got me a new bitch, she on other shit (What else?)
And if that bitch go out bad, she on punishment (Let's go)
Why the fuck I gotta remind you that I run this shit? (Why?)
Why the fuck I gotta remind you that I run this shit? (Why?)
Why the fuck I gotta remind you that I run this shit? (What?)
I thought I'd been told you that I run this shit

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Put my glasses on, I can't see these bitches (What? Slatt)
Put my glasses on, I can't see these bitches (Yeah)
I'm in the twilight zone, nowhere near these niggas
I'm in the twilight zone, nowhere near these niggas
They can't understand me, I'm talkin' hieroglyphics (Yeah)
They can't understand me, I'm talkin' hieroglyphics
I feel like Morpheus (What, what?), I feel like Morpheus (What, what?)
I got my whole gang on some other shit

[PINT OF R3D]

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
What? What?
Yeah, Go

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I'm thinkin' 'bout dyin' my hair red just to look like a pint of red
I like all of my cups so dirty, I been sippin' that Bloody Mary
I mix all of my problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed
I mix all of my problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed
Don't get close, uh, baby, don't get too close
Don't get close, yeah, baby, don't get too close
What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know (What?)
What you don't know (Yeah), it won't hurt 'cause you don't know

[Verse: Playboi Carti]
I gotta eat, I gotta eat
I got some E, I got some E
I got some molly, shawty with me
Shawty come see, shawty for C
She wanna party, she want young Carti
She wanna ride, ride it and ride it (Yeah)
She wanna pipe all of these bitches
She want that action, she want young Carti
I got these diamonds they blinkin', bitch
All of my phones, stay ringin', bitch (What?)
She like them niggas that really rich
My hands on my stick like a little witch
I told her, "I really don't do this shit"
That money gon' make this bitch do this shit (Go)
Codeine in my cup 'cause I do this shit (Codeine)
Codeine in my drank, bitch, I do this shit (Syrup)
You know that my body is full of it
You know that my shawty be full of it
You know that I'm hot, bitch, I'm horny
I'm takin' these chances and doin' it
We take off your head and remove the bitch
My shawty rock gold like a Buddha bitch
And shoutout my cousin, he coolin' it
We really hot boys, we not new to this
We really hot boys, we not new to this

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I'm thinkin' 'bout dyin' my hair red just to look like a pint of red
I like all of my cups so dirty, I been sippin' that Bloody Mary
I mix all of my problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed
I mix all of my problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed
Don't get close, uh, baby, don't get too close
Don't get close, yeah, baby, don't get too close
What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know (What?)
What you don't know (Yeah), it won't hurt 'cause you don't know

[DIE YOUNG]

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I'm gon' die 'bout my guys, yeah (I'm gon' die)
I'm gon' die about my brother (What? Die)
I'm gon' die 'bout my guys, yeah (What? Yeah)
I'm gon' die about my brother
This one for all my guys (Guys)
This one for them rollin' dice (Yeah)
Ayy, this one for all my guys (Guys)
This one for them rollin' dice

[Verse: Playboi Carti]
I can't do no Instagram no more (Yeah)
All the opps lookin' for me (What? What?)
My brother said, "Carti, what you tweakin' for?" (Yeah, yeah)
"You got a whole army 'round you" (What?)
Bitch, I got some niggas ready to crash (Yeah)
New car, yeah, I push to dash (Yeah)
Push out that bitch and I smash (What? What?)
Push out that bitch and I smash (What? What?)
I'm so fuckin' high, I might crash (What? Crash, yeah)
The drugs kickin' in real fast (What?)
If I die, it's gon' be real sad (What?)
So I fuck on my bitch like it's our last (What?)
I'm a rockstar, so I never can relax (Bitch)
We some rockstars, we the new Black Flag (Bitch)
Try this rockstar, put some money on your ass (Keep that)
Put some money on your ass (What? What? What?)

[Outro: Playboi Carti]
Watch this nigga spaz (Yeah, what? Yeah)
Watch this nigga spaz (Yeah, bitch, go)
Watch this nigga spaz (What? What? Go)
Watch this nigga spaz (What? What? What? Go)
Watch this nigga spaz (Go, go, go, go, what?)
Watch this nigga spaz (What? Go, what? What? What? What? Go)
(Whole Lotta Red)

[THE WAY IT GOES]

[Intro: Mike Noyce]
All my life
Ini was
Ooh, mine was a lover of a wrong kind (Boy)
Keeping what you telling me
I know mine

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
And I feel like dyin' if you not mine
Shawty front line, yeah, she top of the line
Yeah, she top tier, yeah, she hold it down
We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah
We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah
We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
If you feel like dyin'
If you feel like dyin' for love
If you feel like dyin'

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti & Justin Vernon]
(On a bright fall morning)
I done met different type of girls, yeah (Stood a little while within it)
(Man, you have to know)
I've done been all across the world
Now's the time to show 'em what I learned
Now's the time to show 'em what I learned

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Before I die
Every day I'm dyin' (Woah)
Every day I'm dyin'

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti & Mike Noyce]
Uh, rockstar shit like I'm Jimi Hendrix
Popstar baby, like I'm Jimi Hendrix, yeah (All my life)
Light my cigarette up like an incense, yeah
Light my cigarette up like an incense (All my life)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
And I know I'm dyin' (Woah)
This shit got me dyin' (Woah)
This shit got me dyin'

[Verse 4: Playboi Carti & Justin Vernon]
(On a bright fall morning)
My mama always knew I was a star (Stood a little while within it)
Sacrifices every day, yeah
She gave me the keys to her only car (Man, you have to know)
I took that bitch and I went far
I'm one of the greatest like an all-star
I can't fall
Gotta stand tall
Back against the wall
Fuck all of y'all

[Outro: Justin Vernon, Playboi Carti & Velvet Negroni]
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