Featuring: Future Playboi Carti

Producer: D. Hill

Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro: Guap Tarantino]
Let's go

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
It ain't nothin' to a player
[?] (Woo, yeah, let's go)
They didn't care about me (Woo, woo)
I don't give a fuck what they say about me (Yeah)

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Where is my cup? I'm up, yeah (I'm up)
We get the lean, toast it up, yeah
Pop me a pill, now I'm up (I'm up)
I done got that vibe, baby
Tell me once I beat your man (What's happenin'?)
Bitch won't be a man
Whoa, it's not all about your body
It's not 'bout them bands

[Verse 2: Guap Tarantino]
I feel this getting deeper every time I go in (Go in)
[?], I'm not
Let me tell you what I wanna do (Yeah, tell you 'bout it, woo)
Huh (Aight, let's go)
I wanna fuck in the booth, yeah
I wanna get in your tooth (What else? Yeah)
Hit from the back, knock it loose
She throwin' it back, a alley-oop (Yeah)
She want us to match, designer shoes (Woo)
[?] (Woo)
[?] put some drip-drip-drip-drip on it [?] (Woo, yeah, drip, drip, drip, drip)
I got big racks, I can bust down your wrist [?], baby (Rack-racks)


[Chorus: Guap Tarantino & Playboi Carti]
… (Woo)
Where is my cup? I'm up, yeah
We get the lean, toast it up, yeah (Woo, yeah)
Pop me a pill, now I'm up (Yeah, let's go)
I done got that vibe, baby (Woo, slatt)
Tell me once I beat your man (Yeah, watch your boy)
He won't be a man (Yeah)
Whoa, it's not all about your body ('Bout your body)
It's not 'bout them bands (Blatt-blatt, woo, blatt-blatt, 29, ayy)

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti & Guap Tarantino]
Let's go (29)
I fuck the bitch right now (Right now, slatt, slatt)
Let's go (Talkin' 'bout)
Off of the bean right now, uh (Slatt, slatt, check it out)
Let's go
Off of the bean right now (Check it out, check it out)
Let's go
Yeah, I got codeine (Yeah, yeah, codeine)
Codeine cup, nigga, I'm on this codeine (Yeah, yeah, bitch, yeah, yeah)
Too many sluts, yeah, told 'em blow me (Hold up, bitch, shut up)
I'm tryna fuck these bitches too slowly (Hold up, yeah)
I can't nut in that bitch, that bitch don't know me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't trust that bitch, that bitch don't know me, yeah, yeah
Half of these bitches act like police
Yeah…
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