R.I.P.

“R.I.P.” finds Carti spitting lavish bars over droning synths and booming drums, courtesy of his go-to producer Pi'erre Bourne. The instrumental samples Jodeci’s 1993 track, “What About Us.”… Read More [Intro]

Yeah

[Chorus]

I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (Yeah)

Shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah)

That's a pull-up bitch (Yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch

I smash that thot, then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit

Watch me pull up, take your chain, lil' bitch (Yeah)

I'm on Deebo lit (Yeah), I'm on 'migo lit (Yeah), I'm on kilo lit (Yeah)

I go psycho, bitch, watch me sock your bitch

Watch me thrash that bitch, then I pass that bitch

[Verse 1]

Cop the Prada, bitch, get one for the zip

Got that Prada bag (Yeah), got one for my bitch (Yeah)

Lil' boy hit like blitz (Yeah), lil' boy, this my bitch (Yeah)

She got me mad as shit (Yeah), so I slapped the bitch (Yeah)

I ain't even hop in the coupe (Yeah), the bitch gon' star at the clique (Yeah)

I ain't even fuckin' this thot, yeah, the bitch gotta start with the clique, yeah

All of my diamonds they flawless, all of my diamonds legit (Yeah)

All of these diamonds, they costin' (Slatt, hold up)

Slatt, move like a boss, slatt, move like a boss

I get that dope, kilo, yeah, come fuck with the boss (Yeah)

Smokin' that gas, diesel, yeah, smoke like a boss, yeah

She throwin' it back like a Frisbee, yeah, hit like a boss (Yeah)

[Chorus]

I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (Yeah)

Shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah)

That's a pull-up bitch (Yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch

I smash that thot, then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit

Watch me pull up, take your chain, lil' bitch (Yeah)

I'm on Deebo lit (Yeah), I'm on 'migo lit (Yeah), I'm on kilo lit (Yeah)

I go psycho, bitch, watch me sock your bitch

Watch me thrash that bitch, then I pass that bitch

[Verse 2]

I'm with my dawgs, fight with my dawgs, yeah, shoot with my dawgs, yeah

I want your thot, I want your broad, yeah, she all on my lot

Countin' the knots, all of my ghosts, yeah, head to the loft

I got a strap all on my dick, ain't hittin' it raw

I just left Elliot, Prada bag, ooh, it holdin' the knots, ooh

I got a bitch, Rihanna bad, ooh, the bitch got a box

Fuck that mumblin' shit (Yeah), fuck that mumblin' shit (Yeah)

Bought a crib for my mama off that mumblin' shit (Yeah)

Made a mil' off that, uh, off that mumblin' shit

Made a mil' off that, uh, off that mumblin' shit (Yeah)

Bought a crib for mama off that mumblin' shit (What?)

Fuck that ho, VH1, big ass booty bitch (Yeah)

[Chorus]

I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (Yeah)

Shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah)

That's a pull-up bitch (Yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch

I smash that thot, then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit

Watch me pull up, take your chain, lil' bitch (Yeah)

I'm on Deebo lit (Yeah), I'm on 'migo lit (Yeah), I'm on kilo lit (Yeah)

I go psycho, bitch, watch me sock your bitch

Watch me thrash that bitch, then I pass that bitch