Playboi Carti - Slay3r lyrics

Everywhere I go, I get paper (What?) Everywhere I go, I get paper (What? Slatt, slatt) I'm a rockstar, I could've joined Slayer (Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar) Got the drum in the car, that b*tch a slayer (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get put in a box for fu*kin' with a player (What? Yeah, yeah) AR in the box, it came with a laser (What? Yeah) I go cook a opp, yeah, just like I cater, yeah (Yeah, yeah) I fu*k on my thot, yeah, we met in Decatur (Yeah) I go ball on that b*tch, yeah, just like a Blazer (What? Yeah) Can't start with the b*tch, I link another one later (What?) I gotta get it together (You dig?) I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?) They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?) I beat the case, it was simple (What?) Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah) Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?) Slide through the hood, yeah (What?) Everything good, yeah (Yeah) Whole lotta mob sh*t (What?) Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What? Yeah) Whole lotta mob sh*t (What?) Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah) Whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What?) Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah) Whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What?) Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah) What? What? Whole lotta mob sh*t What? Let's go, let's go Whole lotta mob sh*t What? Let's go, let's go Whole lotta mob sh*t Whole lotta mob sh*t Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What?) I got these b*tches goin' crazy (Yeah) I got these b*tches goin' crazy (Yeah) I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?) I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?) Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah) Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah) I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah) I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah) I drive a coupe, you know it's the latest Sellin' cocaine just like the '80s I caught a body and went on vacation She su*kin' my dick, I was on the PlayStation (Woo, woo) I ride in a Demon, I took off, I'm racin' I ride in a Demon, I feel like I'm Satan (Woo, woo) I'm fu*kin' these b*tches, I'm fu*kin' these b*tches I gave her some money to put in her safe (Woo, woo) I popped me a molly and now I feel faded Muhammad Ali, I feel like the greatest (Slatt, woo) This ni**a tried me and all of them hatin' (Yeah, yeah) I'm fu*kin' this b*tch, but she cannot date me (Woo, woo) I gotta get it together (You dig?) I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?) They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?) I beat the case, it was simple (What?) Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah) Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?) Slide through the hood, yeah (What?) Everything good, yeah (Yeah) Whole lotta mob sh*t (What?) Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What? Yeah) Whole lotta mob sh*t (What?) Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah) Whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What?) Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah) Whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What?) Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah) What? What? (What?) Whole lotta mob sh*t (Woo, woo) What? Let's go, let's go Whole lotta mob sh*t What? Let's go, let's go Whole lotta mob sh*t Whole lotta mob sh*t Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What? What?)