Playboi Carti - Holyfield lyrics

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Playboi Carti - Holyfield lyrics

Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what? Cause he talking sh**, took his b**h, with my f**in wrist Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up [DJ Fade Out] (Bring that sh** back n***a, 2 phones Carti n***a... f** wrong with y'all n***as... Squad n***a...) Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious The feds out here watchin, tryna get our profit Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what? Cause he talking sh**, took his b**h, with my f**in wrist Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up n***as say me, he ain't Carti, he ain't with the sh**s Gotta brick in, got some more evicting, build a house with it Got a b**h, then got another b**h that like to f** and sh** (gla** breaks) Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious The feds out here watchin, tryna get our profit Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what? Cause he talking sh**, took his b**h, with my f**in wrist Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up n***as say me, he ain't Carti, he ain't with the sh**s Gotta brick in, got some more evicting, build a house with it Got a b**h, then got another b**h that like to f** and sh** I don't tongue wrestle, with a n***a b**h I pop it off Watch his body fall, pick him up, then we drop him off f** em all, with my team, I ball, know they second aw f** with me, I f** with you, I put you on a plug or two In the streets, they know bout me I keep the lean I keep the heat In the Audi, Fendi on my body, feelin' on ya shawty Purple drank, blowin purple dank, n***a the f** you think? Shout out to my n***as Scoob, and shout out to my n***a Nae Shout out to my n***a La Flare, and all these thirsty hoes out here Flat bed, straight from hell, young n***a, can't you tell? Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield Enemies, who is them? Blow money... Blow money Blow money, call me Holyfield I throw money, call me Holyfield I show money, call me Holyfield I blow money, call me Holyfield Flat bed, straight from hell, young n***a, can't you tell? Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield Enemies, who is them? Blow money... Holyfield Holyfield... Holyfield... Holyfield I blow money, call me Holyfield I throw money, call me Holyfield