Carry It [Original]

Uh-huh, yeah (Yeah, I'ma talk some shit), (Gezin), uh-huh, yeah I'm in the cut with an aerial (8-8-8-808 Mafia) Um, I'm bound to blow up like a aerial (Yeah) The niggas with me don't really speak no English They scream, and they shoot like barbarians (Oh yeah) I just saw a pussy, I just saw a rat, who just let Tommy and Jerry in? (Oh yeah) These niggas don't really be niggas, these niggas be bitches (Sheesh) Who let Tyler Perry in? (Gleesh) Let's go Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Grrah, grrah) Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Oh yeah, yeah) Thirty clip hanging out the 45 (Brrah), make it look scarier (Let's go, brrah) Ain't been this high in a long time (Yeah) Every day, my money on time (Yeah) Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah), told her I'll fuck her on my own time (Let's go, yeah) Strap, aim at your noodle Yes, that's what amateurs do (Brrah, brrah) Bitch, I'm a dog (Yeah, yeah), bitch, I'm an animal, I'm out the zoo (Woof, woof, woof) I up the Glock, make 'em jump like hopscotch (Brrah, brrah), leave his ass sick like the flu (Okay) Bad bitches, need two, yeah, don't trust him, he fool, yeah (Hold on) Hangin' out the roof in Balenciaga shoes Virgil Abloh on me too (C'mon) Fresh ass nigga, on these pest ass niggas, I'ma press that nigga, I'ma shoot (Boom) I'm a vet ass nigga, up a 'Tec ass nigga Tryna find peace, Ron Artest ass nigga? (Ayy) They see blonde dreads, try and test that nigga (Sick 'em) I'ma have to cardiac arrest a nigga (Sick 'em, sick 'em) Do 'em dirty like Old Yeller (Yeah) Money the age of an old fellow (Yeah-yeah) Nicknamed my 45 Mayweather (Mayweather) It's a thot, it's a ho, a Hugh Hefner (Yeah) Got the pot on the stove, super chef I'm 2Pac with the juice, Makaveli Hundred shots in the tool, battle-ready (Yeah-yeah) Dunk on the bitch, I'm rim-rattle McGrady Ice on your bitch in a tinted Mercedes (Uh-huh) Dick so good, she started to pay me (Uh-huh) I got the cup like I came from the '80s (Uh-huh) There's white in my cup like I came from the '80s (Ayy) You sittin' in coach with your bitch and your baby (Ayy) I'm up in first with my first fuckin' lady (Ayy) She been lovin' the way I've been fuckin' her lately (Ayy) Fuck around, fuck around, give her a baby (Ayy) Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Yeah) Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Oh Yeah, yeah) Thirty clip hanging out the 45 (Braah), make it look scarier (Let's go, braah) Ain't been this high in a long time (Yeah) Every day, my money on time (Yeah) Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah), told her I'll fuck her on my own time (Let's go, yeah) Uh, um, I remember I was on the run I was hitting licks just for fun, even though I was broke No, I ain't have no dough, so I was tryna get me some Tryna rob me? Nah Tryna rob me, nigga? You dumb, best believe I'm gon' keep one Got a .30 and a drum, got a horny ass gun on me I'ma up it, get to bustin', make it cum Got a horny-ass ho on my phone, wonder what she on I'ma make her bust it open, make her cum, yeah Fendi coat help me hide gun, yeah Wet 'em up, fire hydrant, yeah Call my Draco Neji, yeah, sixty-four shot, Trigun, yeah So many drugs around me, if you with me, you gon' try some, yeah I dip the blunt in the Actavis I pour a four with a potion, I'm passionate I'm wreakin' havoc, I'm chillin' with savages Shootin' like Mavericks with them automatics Radical but I move highly irrational Beat a nigga ass in the club like Raditz Guess I forgot all of my home trainin' 'Cause everywhere we go, we keep the ratchet Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Yeah) Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Yeah, yeah) Thirty clip hanging out the 45 (Yeah), make it look scarier (Let's go, Gezin) Ain't been this hot in a long time (Yeah) Every day, my money on time (Yeah) Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah, 8-8-8-808 Mafia) Told her I'll fuck her on my own time (Yeah)