G Herbo - Juice / Carbo / No Limit Carti lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti] Honorable C.N.O.T.E Honrable Bih! Yeah! Ooh [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Ooh, sh**, yeah, bih I put your ho in the Louvre Yeah I blow smoke out the roof Feel like 2Pac, got the juice Feel like 2Pac, got the juice First I go call up the troops We run it up like we do b**h I go cop me a coupe b**h I go cop me a booth Then I go swool with the loot Put that lil bih on her back Told that lil bih to relax Tell that lil bih I got back Told that bih I got stacks Hollup lil bih, that's lil cash Spend a lil check on the rent Spend a lil' check on the brick She got the cake in the back I got the K in the back I got my face in the sack Hit your block hard like some crack I told that lil' n***a we back I told that bih we got back I told that lil' n***a we back Who that boy there with the bag? Who that b**h there with the a**? I sip the lean and the gas I keep that sh** in the back For that lil' work, b**h I tax For that lil' verse, b**h I tax All of these hoes, they attached f**in' your b**h, that's some facts Half of these n***as, they rats Half of these n***as, they rats Hit your block hard with the Gat Hit your block hard like some crack [Verse 2: G Herbo] Ayy, b**h I came up sellin' crack Wasn't no sleep, I was up with the night owls Some my n***as was there but ain't no more [?] in right now Switchin' shifts from the alley to corner See them cops at the block and yell right out We don't put in, we out here with two jobs You ain't trappin', you best have that pipe out 40 Glock with the stick and the light out Roll the window down, stick this b**h right out n***a talkin' like he sick in this cold world It's our sh** up in here, take 'em right out Internet got the world tryna fight now All these tweets get a f** n***a hype now Disrespect me, I'll go to you right now With these rhymes that I got, put you right down And I will beat you up 'cause I know how Lay a f** n***a out if I like how Livin' nice on that block, I couldn't lie down Interrogations and I'll put that lie down Still keep them choppers where we go Still keep that fuego from migo And I cannot f** with no googoos We treat the [?] like [?] Still rock cashmere with them [?] Still rock Balmain with my new trues G Herbo ain't no goody two shoes Still'll do you 'cause I got some loose screws Takin' trips outta town with my boo boo Might skeet off right past you in the new coupe She got weave in her hair [?] Got a Bs in the air, throw a soo-woo Hit a lick like Ace Boogie with Lulu Then I might buy her a poodle And I might buy her a deuce deuce Just in case she with me when I shoot you [Outro: G Herbo] Ayy, G Swervo Yeah, deuce, deuce f** up your life like some voodoo Carti with me too I got Carti with me too Party, what we do