L5 & Playboi Carti – BEEN ON [E]

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[Intro: L5]

(Crash dummy goin’ retarded, spendin’ cash money) Come here

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti, L5, DJ Swamp Izzo]

Uh, swag, swag, swag, I got different hoes
Tell you, different shoppin’ bags, I’m talkin’ ’bout different hoes
Tell you, where your friends? I just bought a different home
It’s omertà shit, and I put my city on
Walk with the fire, half of them niggas, they dayroom pussy
I can’t even talk to these pussies
Put ’em on tee like Boosie, uh
Put ’em on 5, I do it, uh
Niggas be thinkin’ they Superman, I got my youngin’ to do it (Woah)
Just hit the red button, I do it (Swamp Izzo, Izzo, hahaha)
Throw the B’s up, B’s up, B’s up, uh
And I could never fold on my gang, no, uh
And if that nigga told, we cut his head off
Sticks out, the roof is goin’ out, my crazy ‘K and me
Better stay on the gang, woah
They gon’ have to wait and see
All I do is count the money, I’m in love with currency
Holler at them boys, it’s some emergencies, urgencies, urgencies
Tell ’em boys to rest in peace, all I rock is gold piece
Ghost gun on my seat, 10 in the lean, 10 in the lean
I’ve been on some hot shit, I’ve been on some pop shit
I’ve been on some rock shit, I’ve been on some thot— yeah (Okay, what, nigga?)

[Interlude: L5]

Haha, mm, L5
Mm, on 5, on 5, come here
Huh, what, huh, huh, doo-doo
Huh, huh, AR, AR, AR, AR, doot-doot-doot, nigga

[Verse 2: L5]

Huh, double O, four-three, nigga, this called face shot
Huh, fine shit want that Louis purse? Bitch know I need that twat (Come here)
Young nigga pop out a hundred thou’, hell nah, I don’t do no slots (Come)
Hell yeah, I’m mad, what’s up? You kick my cup, you gotta get out
Huh, L5, bitch, I’m a problem, huh, free the 5, bitch, free the Problem (Free PC5)
This .223, that 5.56, that problem solver (Yeah, nigga, on 5)
All a nigga know, shit Homixide, you’ll play, you die, don’t meet no doctors (That on my momma)
I’m OD geeked off dead opps, I smoke this shit like rasta
Uh, mob truck slide, we hide it
I smoke Terp, this not Biscotti (Come here)
.76 Drac’ make niggas sing, la-di-da-di-da-di
Where you cuff that bitch? Oh, she a squeeze, I been all through that body
Huh, I’m quick to let my trigger squeeze, I don’t do no fight like Rocky (I don’t do no fuckin’ fightin’)