Van Go
[Verse 1]
Carti
Let it rain
She said this how she feel when she on a pill (yeah)
Wants to smoke [?] you don’t feel the chill
Handsome ass nigga I got digits cause (uh)
f**k you block, pistols pop, cause we don’t give no f**ks (no)
I swear my life is a f**king blessing
All my problems disappear when I’m in rotation
The room spinning (yeah)
I’m that situation (elevation)
I’m so motherf**king faded with your old lady
2 blunts ventilation, good brain, highly educated
Getting paid is my occupation
I don’t feel safe in the streets (no, lil b**ch)
My tommy is a beast, NASCAR
You never fly past a G, hoe
Carti rocking Tommy like we in the 90s (hoe)
Carti rocking Stussy
Carti get the pussy (hoe)
Lame niggas out here trying do me, salute me, or shoot me
[Hook]
I’m on the avenue, standing on top of my toes
Eyes closed
Selling heat, watch your nose
I got connects with the Pope (yeah)
My lookout she know (yeah, sh*t, uh)
[Verse 2]
Foreign car keys kick spark [?]
[?] b**ch quick, don’t touch my sh*t (yeah)
New watch on my wrist
She like, damn what happened to your wrist
Oh no don’t worry b**ch, my diamonds cut this sh*t (yeah)
Hold up, let me roll up
Smoke some good stuff (okay)
Quick puff, then I start seeing stuff (Carti)
