Playboi Carti - They Go Off (Check Please) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Playboi Carti] What What you say, say that again? Why'd you block me, what's up with you? Say, what you mean what's up with me? What's up with you? Tell me exactly what you mean (what?) What you block me for? I ain't block you (b**h, what?) You lyin' How I'm lying?(yeah) Because I just called you and you had my number blocked and it went through but, when I called you- Hold up, hold up, I can't hear Yo what's up with you? (what?) Carti why you ignoring me? (in my motherf**ing-) Answer my calls Carti Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Carti what the f**?) Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (All of my haters go hard, all of my n***as go off) (All of my haters go hard, all of my n***as go off) (All of my haters go hard, all of my haters go hard) [Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti] Shawty go off for the team 3500 for these Check please I got your hoe on a leash Down on her knees, ready to preach She s** on my dick like a leech All of these b**hes they wanna f** Carti 'cause Carti he got a lil guap f** that lil bih in my car Diamonds they shine in the dark I got the K and the sauce 50 round drum in that bih I'm down with the Mob [Chorus: Playboi Carti] All of my haters go hard All of my n***as go hard All of my haters go hard All of my n***as go off All of my haters go off All of my n***as go off All of my haters go off All of my n***as go off All of my haters go off All of my n***as go off All of my n***as go off All of my n***as go off [Verse 2: Playboi Carti] I put my soda in the mix You took your shot and you missed Shawty be clean like a dish f**in' your b**h then I ditch [?] Lil a** hoe, lil a** hoe can't keep Big bankroll, big bankroll in this bih Big bankroll, big bankrolls yeah Smash that hoe, [?] Let her go Let her know, let her know [?] I think she nervous, she nervous, she nervous I think she nervous, she nervous (uh, what?) [Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti] Shawty go off for the team 3500 for these Check please I got your hoe on a leash Down on her knees, ready to preach She s** on my dick like a leech All of these b**hes they wanna f** Carti 'cause Carti he got a lil guap f** that lil bih in my car Diamonds they shine in the dark I got the K and the sauce 50 round drum in that bih I'm down with the Mob [Chorus: Playboi Carti] All of my haters go hard All of my n***as go hard All of my haters go hard All of my n***as go off All of my haters go off All of my n***as go off All of my haters go off All of my n***as go off All of my haters go off All of my n***as go off All of my n***as go off All of my n***as go off