reveforly - Carry It

Uh-huh, yeah (Yeah)
'Bout to talk some shit
Uh-huh, yeah (Gezin)
I'm in the cut with an aerial (808 Mafia)
Um, I'm bound to blow up like a aryan (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)
Everyday, my money on time (Yeah)
Your woman blowing up my phone line (Yeah)
Told her I'll fuck her on my own time (Let's go, yeah)
Strap, aim at your noodle
Miss, that's what amateurs do (Brrah, brrah)
Bitch, I'm a dog (Yeah, yeah), bitch, I'm an animal, I'm at 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 (Sic 'em)
I'ma have to cardiac arrest a nigga (Sic 'em, sic 'em)
Do 'em dirty like Old Yeller (Yeah)
Money the age of an old fella (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 rim rattle, McGrady (Yeah)
I seen your bitch in a tinted Mercedes (Uh-huh)
Dick so good, she started to pay me (Uh-huh)
I got the coke like I came from the '80s (Uh-huh)
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 Virgil with my first fucking lady (Ayy)
She been lovin' the way I've been fucking 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 (Blaow)
Make it look scarier (Let's go; Ayy, ayy)
Ain't been this high in a long time (Yeah)
Everyday, my money on time (Yeah)
Your woman blowing up my phone line (Yeah)
Told her I'll fuck her on my own time (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 done
Best believe I'm gon' keep one
Got a .30, add a drum, got a horny-ass gun on me
I'ma up it, get to bustin', make it cum
Got her 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, 64-shot Trigun, yeah
So many drugs around me
If you with me, you gon' try some, yeah
I dipped the blunt in the Actavis
I pour a four of the potion, I'm passionate
I'm wreaking 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 training
'Cause everywhere we go, we keep the ratchet (Go, brrah)
Um, the gun, I'ma carry it (Yeah)
Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Oh ysah, yeah)
Thirty clip hanging out the .45 (Yeah)
Make it look scarier (Let's go; Gezin)
Ain't been this high in a long time (Yeah)
Everyday, my money on time (Yeah)
Your woman blowing up my phone line (Yeah; 808 Mafia)
Told her I'll fuck her on my own time (Yeah)