Playboi Carti - Wit Tha Fanta (LSD II) lyrics

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Louis, Gucci, Prada, just designer, aye I just mixed the lean with the Fanta, aye Mixin' up that dope, Arm & Hammer, aye Free my n***as locked up in the slammer, aye Zone 3, young Carti go harder Came a long way from ridin' on the motherf**in' MARTA Now I'm ridin' shotgun, puffin' dank with your daughter On my momma, I'm a pretty young n***a like my momma, uh (Carti! Carti! Carti! Carti!) n***as plottin', trust nobody, uh, catch a body Off the bean, uh, doin' donuts, uh, in the lobby On my partner, I got thotties, Silkk The Shocker Got the hoes knockin', tryna f** me, uh Bout this money, white b**hes, snow bunny, yeah Easter pink in my cup, off the mud I f**ed that b**h, yeah, off the mud, n***a what's good? On the block, got the Glock, sell rerock, f** an opp Young Carti can't stop, nah, call carti on Smokin' that strong, sellin' that strong, all day long Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on [Hook] I mixed the lean with the Fanta, uh I mixed the lean with the Fanta, uh I'ma mix that dope, Arm & Hammer, aye, aye I'ma mix that dope, Arm & Hammer, uh I mixed the lean with the Fanta, uh I mixed the lean with the Fanta, uh I'ma mix that dope, Arm & Hammer, aye, aye I'ma mix that dope, Arm & Hammer, uh [Verse 2: Cultie] Lil' LSD on the tab Me and Yachty high talkin' bout a mansion Back then n***as couldn't stand us Now we high fivin' high rollers, wave high to the camera Goddamn b**h, feelin' like the man Bout to board the flight back to Atlanta 678 till the day a n***a rest Used to tote cannons, now they shoot us with a camera I couldn't never lie, I would never try Take a dab, hold it in, now it's colors all around you Backpack got a couple pounds too, soundproof Silencer equipped when they pound you, now who Lookin' like the man, Cartier probably on the Xan What a n***a gotta do to get a muthaf**in' space on the sand Rollin' blunts till a n***a crampin' in the hand, sh** My companion be the Bandz, Bape on my body 4-5 layin' beside me Momma said the road ain't easy, ate a lil' ramen Now it's steak, sushi and wasabi b**hes used to laugh at a n***a, never came around Now they wish they was layin' beside me Said we want all the money now, pa**port stamps from Atlanta to Dubai with Mauis, where the molly at?