KETAMINE - Playboi Carti (Official Music Video)

#MUSIC #playboicarti You niggas don’t love me, your bitch wanna fuck me My tee shirt on, so I won’t get ugly She fuckin’ with a dime, I’m fuckin’ with a bomb They think I’m Osama, woah, she think I’m off somethin’ I’m fuckin with a bad lil’ vibe, Molly all over her tongue I’m ’bout to spot me a opp’, I’m ’bout to spin their truck, woah (ha, schyeah) Momma, I got me a switch, we don’t give a fuck ’bout luck Ah, ah Ice on my body, I’m the coolest Trampoline jump for a cougar Jump out the jungle, go hectic I’m leavin’ that boy in the store She wanna fuck for the moolah Pussy-ass niggas get lit up That Pelle Pelle hold the Ruger I was just playin’ with your girl, huh She like bein’ ’round my niggas She T’d up, she not switchin’ G6 got me in here glitchin’ We’re rich as fuck, just listen This bitch ain’t got no vision I’ma go ahead and give it to her I just been feeling myself, I found Jesus, Christian Dior Now the bitch wanna fuck on the gang, shit put a stain right on the floor Got me feelin’ like [?] chase, I’m switchin’ the lanes on these whores Stop all that talkin’, let’s do it, you on the internet, boy, stop, boy Move in the field with cleats in my jeans, I kill boys Me and my niggas, we Gs, step on bitches, we kick doors I stay runnin’ up checks and holdin’ the knife, it’s a sport Sittin’ with my blick, I got me a gang, I can’t go to court, uh Nigga tried to pop his pain, two in his brain, blow up the fort (I AM NOT MAKING ANY MONEY FROM THIS)