OPIUM CULT VOL. 2

[Intro]

[Instrumental]

[New Bag]

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
And I take heads off
Uh, and I take heads off
I got some new cash
I got some new swag
I got some new packs
I got some new packs
And I take heads off
Uh, and I take heads off
I got some new cash
I got some new swag
I got some new packs
I got some new packs

[Verse: Playboi Carti]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gonna take heads off
And my shit lookin' like bath salt (Yeah carti) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty got hot in the bad spot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hit the bitch, knockеd her brains out (Yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah)
I hit the bitch with the red dot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Came in that bitch with my dick out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She suckin', I'm fuckin', I told her, "Stop" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She suckin', I'm fuckin', I told her, "Stop" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm in this ho drinkin' pink pop (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm in this ho with some pink rocks (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma tell that bitch be the decoy, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma tell that bitch be the decoy, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm takin' heads-

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
And I take heads off
Uh, and I take heads off

[Kurt Cobain (ft. Ken Car$on)]

[Chorus: Ken Car$on]
Uh, rockstar shit like Kurt Cobain
Rockstar shit like Kurt Co'
Fuck that bitch, go too insane
You know I put in work, ho
Copped a coupe, I'm switching lanes
You know I put it in turbo
Shawty keep askin' me for Burberry [?]
But you know I don't serve those

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I'm a rockstar, I could've joined Slayer (Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar)
Got the drum in the car, that bitch a slayer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get put in a box for fuckin' with a player (What? Yeah, yeah)
AR in the box and it came with a laser (What? Yeah)
I go cook a opp, yeah, just like I cater, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I fuck on my thot, yeah, we met in Decatur (Yeah)
I go ball on that bitch, yeah, just like a Blazer (What? Yeah)
Can't start with the bitch, I link another one later (What?)
I gotta get it together (You dig?)
I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?)
Slide through the hood, yeah (What?)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)

[Chorus: Ken Car$on]
Uh, rockstar shit like Kurt Cobain
Rockstar shit like Kurt Co'
Fuck that bitch, go too insane
You know I put in work, ho
Copped a coupe, I'm switching lanes
You know I put it in turbo
Shawty keep askin' me for Burberry [?]
But you know I don't serve those

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I got these bitches goin' crazy (Yeah)
I got these bitches goin' crazy (Yeah)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I drive a coupe, you know it's the latest
Sellin' cocaine just like the '80s
I caught a body and went on vacation
She suckin' my dick, I was on the PlayStation (Woo, woo)
I ride in a Demon, I took off, I'm racin'
I ride in a Demon, I feel like I'm Satan (Woo, woo)
I'm fuckin' these bitches, I'm fuckin' these bitches
I gave her some money to put in her savings (Woo, woo)
I popped me a molly and now I feel faded
Muhammad Ali, I feel like the greatest (Slatt, woo)
This nigga tried me and I left him hazy (Yeah, yeah)
I fucked on this bitch, but she cannot date me (Woo, woo)

[Chorus: Ken Car$on]
Uh, rockstar shit like Kurt Cobain
Rockstar shit like Kurt Co'
Fuck that bitch, go too insane
You know I put in work, ho
Copped a coupe, I'm switching lanes
You know I put it in turbo
Shawty keep askin' me for Burberry [?]
But you know I don't serve those

[No Stylist]

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perkies on the private
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna set up in your field
Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch, yeah, the bitch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' bitch
Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch (Tssh)

[Verse: Playboi Carti]
I'm from the Flat, lil' niggas (Yeah)
We started trappin', nigga (Tssh)
We started rappin', nigga
These all black diamonds, nigga
Hang out with robbers, nigga
What you know about robbin' niggas?
What you know about TECs? (Tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh)
What you know about mobbin', nigga? (Slatt, tssh-tssh)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah
Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)
All my planes are private (Tssh)
Perkies on the private
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna set up in your field
Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch, yeah, the bitch so bad
I'm on that lean, lil' bitch

[Backdoor (ft. Homixide Gang)]

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I'm in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherfuckin' niggas (Yeah)
We got them motherfuckin' choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don't fuck with these niggas (Yeah)
We see 'em, we punchin' them niggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that

[Verse 1: Homixide Beno!]
.762, they attack, so we stepped on him, he a capper
Anywhere where we at we spin again, we spin again
Them blue tips for the win
Tinted in the box so you can't see in
Yeah, we gonna rock out these shows together
Yeah, we gonna rock out these shows together
Yeah, me and Snotty for the win
Yeah, we gonna rock out these shows together

[Verse 2: Homixide Meechie]
We sittin' in the spot, I hit up the plug and he bringing the low today
From the block we was sellin' the half, now got to the loft, now sellin' it whole today
We ain't bringing ya ass shit, tell a nigga come get it
Got fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen
Stomp on them boys if they claiming they Henches
Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss
Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss
Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss
Fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen
Fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen
Fifty bands gone, they was just in the kitchen
Got a hunnid rounds, no way you gon' miss

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I'm in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherfuckin' niggas (Yeah)
We got them motherfuckin' choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don't fuck with these niggas (Yeah)
We see 'em, we punchin' them niggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I'm really not with telling lies (Yeah)
I really don't hang around guys (Yeah)
The streets treat me like a god (Yeah)
My bitch treat me like a God (Yeah)
Got a main and a side (Yeah, side)
Fuck fame, I ride with the fire
Blow out the brain in the ride (Ugh)
Blow out the brain in the ride (Yeah)
I'm riding 'round town with a ratchet bitch (Ayy)
She say, "Carti, you back on your ratchet shit" (Ayy)
I rock diamonds, the Patek from Eliantte (What?)
Show me something that Carti not better than
If a nigga keep talking, we running in (Yeah)
Get that nigga kicked out like I'm punting it (Yeah)
On the block rolling dice and I'm going in (Yeah)

[Murd3r]

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)

[Verse: Playboi Carti]
I can't go nowhere without my Drac' (Yeah, yeah)
I can't go nowhere without my Drac' (What? What? Slatt)
I stay inside posted with my Drac' (Homicide, yeah)
I stay inside posted with my Drac' (Slatt, bah, bah, bah)
Gotta stay on point, can't make mistakes (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
Can't fuck with nobody, these niggas fake (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
Got hoes in the lobby, I'm finna take (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Got to pop outside, they want the TEC (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder

[24 Songs]

[Chorus: PLayboi Carti]
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, jump out the house
Jump out the house, house, house, house, house, house -

[Cat Eyes (ft. Lil Uzi Vert)]

[Intro: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah (Slatt), yeah (What?), hold up (What?), pour up (What?)
Yeah (What?), yeah (Slatt, what?), okay (What? Slatt, what?)
Ayy (What?), slatt (Slatt), ayy (Yeah, slatt)
Ayy (Okay), uh (Okay), ayy (Slatt, slatt)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I'm in this bitch, yeah (What?)
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit
I got a AK
Big ass stick (AK)
You could get hit (Bow, bow)
You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up)
You know that I'm booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up (Yeah, check it out)
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These bitches don't give a fuck
They fuckin' on Cartier

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
My diamonds are Cartier
My watches are Cartier
She talkin' 'bout Cartier
I hit up my baby, yeah
I bought her some Cartier
Yeah, brand new Cartier (Yeah)
Two-tone (Hello)
Yeah, brand new Cartier
And I got a Rolls-Royce
It make the white folks stare
You think I give a fuck 'bout them?
Why the fuck you think I care?
Bitch, I be everywhere
Bitch, I'm good everywhere (Yeah)
Don't let my chain get under my shirt, air that shit out everywhere (Yeah)
Cartier, I got Cartier, yeah, everywhere

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
I'm in this bitch, yeah (What?)
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit
I got a AK
Big ass stick (Brr, AK)
You could get hit (Bow, bow)
You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up)
You know that I'm booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up (Yeah, check it out)
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These bitches don't give a fuck (Yeah)
They fuckin' on Cartier

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert & Playboi Carti]
My diamonds like flashlight
I'm showin' my ass right (Showin' my ass)
I turned to the bad guy
I smoke out the pack right (What?)
I'm drinkin' the Act' right (Yeah, yeah)
My new bitch got cat eyes (Yeah)
I just be coolin' right here in the city
I bust on her face and it got on her titty (Yeah)
My pockets, they stuffed, yeah, my shit's never empty
I pulled up a hundred but only spent fifty (What?)
Then ate a banana, you know that I clip it (Uh)
I peel that bitch back and play clean like I'm Ricky (Uh, uh)
Your bitch, she pulled up to my crib
And she act like she ain't wanna suck it, persuade her to lick it (Suck it)
Come on, baby, just come give me head like condition
She brought her lil' friends, so I couldn't even pick it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been on the jet like my name was Scott Disick
I said I'm in this bitch, you better run the ballistics

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, I'm in this bitch, yeah (What?)
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit
I got a AK (What?)
Big ass stick (Brr, AK)
You could get hit (Bow, bow)
You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up)
You know that I'm booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up (Yeah, check it out)
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These bitches don't give a fuck
They fuckin' on Cartier (Slatt, slatt)

[Post-Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
Fuckin' on Cartier (What?)
They fuckin' on Cartier (Lil Uzi)
They fuckin' on Cartier
Fuckin' on Cartier (Talkin' 'bout)
They fuckin' on Cartier
They fuckin' on Cartier (Woo)

[Outro: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah (Slatt), yeah (What?), hold up (What?), pour up (What? Yeah)
They fuckin' lil' Carti, yeah (What? Yeah, what? Yeah)
They fuckin' Lil Uzi, yeah (Yeah)
I got that Uzi tucked (What? Talkin' 'bout)
Yeah, I got that Uzi tucked (What? What?)
Bitches ain't shootin' us
These niggas ain't doin' nothin'

[Out Of Style]

[Verse: Playboi Carti]
Huh, and I ride with the cooler
Huh, I fucked on Medusa
Yeah, I came with the stick, yeah, yeah
Just call ’em, we’ll do ya
Yeah, I up on an opp, yeah, yeah
This bitch came fully, yeah, yeah
I shoot at your boy, yeah, yeah
I shoot at your shooter, huh, yeah
I’m taking off heads, yeah, yeah
I take off your ‘dulla
Yeah, I pop me an X, yeah, yeah
And now it’s a boof, huh
Opium Gang, you know, hold up
Yeah, okay, it’s Opium Gang you know, yeah
You could get stained for sure, yeah
Stay in your lane for sure, yeah
Blow out your brain for sure, yeah
Aim at thе opp for sure, yeah
Ready to aim for surе, yeah
I got a plane on my neck, hold up
I fuck that bitch on the jet, hold up
I got these diamonds so wet, hold up
I could go run up a check, yeah
I got these hoes going wild, huh
I got these hoes going wild, huh
I fucking all these hoes, huh
Like its going out of style, huh, what?
It’s a vibe, huh
Every time I pop out, huh, hold up
She’s not sad, huh, when those guns pop out, yeah, yeah
We some killers, huh, what you talking ’bout? Yeah, yeah
Fuck ’em all, huh, run they ass out, huh
Me and F1lthy, yeah
I’m getting filthy, yeah
Too much money, yeah
This shit so filthy, yeah
Fuck these niggas you could turn into a victim, yeah
No fucks given, yeah, no fucks given, yeah, yeah

[Near Death]

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I've been wearin' designer clothes (Yeah, yeah, expensive, yeah)
I've been fuckin' exotic hoes (Exotic hoes)
I've been fuckin' exotic hoes (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, yeah)
I'ma give that bitch that molly, ho (Yeah, yeah), yeah
I'ma crash out like Mario (Yeah), yeah
My boys, they batshit, I'm sorry, ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
These niggas pussy, ho, you don't know, yeah (Yeah)
I've been on opium for the last ten days (Days, on opium)
Last ten days (I've been on opium)
Last ten days (I've been on opium, last ten, blatt, blatt)
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'ma pop out on a bad bitch, yeah, yeah (Pop out)
I'ma pop out, we gon' crash shit, yeah (Pop out)
We gon' blast it
Let 'em have it

[Since I Met U]

[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Ha (What? What? Ayy)
Ooh (What? What? Slatt)
Ha (What? What? What? What? What? Yeah)
Ooh (What? What? What? What? What?)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Tell me what you want me to do (Woah, yeah)
Tell me what you want me to do (Slatt)
I can wear a business suit and speak proper (Proper)
Or I can put a hundred niggas on and buy them choppers (Choppers)
See, 'round my parts of town, that's how we get down (What?)
I'm from Fulton County, lil' bitch, that's no cap now (Yeah)
I went to school with some robbers and some killers
And half of them niggas dead or in jail, but fuck it, they my niggas (Yeah)

[Interlude: Playboi Carti]
Basically, what I'm saying is, I can't change, but
But for you, I would do things and
Maybe one day I'd get on my knees and give you a diamond ring, uh
All sorts of things, yeah (Yeah)
All sorts of things, yeah (Oh)
I'll sort some things out (Ooh)
You got me turnt out

[Outro: Playboi Carti]
Ha (What? What? Ayy)
Ooh (What? What? Slatt)
Ha (What? What? What? What? What? Ayy)
Ooh (What? What? What? What? What? What?)