Evil J0rdan
Playboi Carti
2025
jaar
Top 40

Songtekst
First I go whip out the boat
No, I can't hit on no brakes
My life is out of control
I'm telling you: nobody safe
I've been living my life limbo
My ice, it came with a tray
I'm so high, I gotta hide my face
This not a rockstar phase
I'm a emo thug in my phase
Syrup, syrup, syrup, syrup
Tell her two gold chains
Monkey nuts, hold me, baby
I got on two chains
Roll another blunt
And I might motherfucking faint
Spin on the block
Have a pussy nigga stained
I just put on my boots
Ain't worried 'bout no rain
Put a nigga down
Channel 2 front page
You was just asking for some change
Now you changed
Yeah, I told you
Yeah, about that money, shit get strange
Fully loaded Jag
Hold up, baby, Jordan paid
I put duct tape on my switch
Perfect aim
They can't put me in no genre, baby
Cause I changed the game
We fucking on the same ho
But we not the same
Disrespect the Five
I put your ass in the food chain (Swamp Izzo)
Bitches be calling my phone
She saying Ms. Jackson going through her brain (Carti)
We was just outside dancing
Moving on molly, feeling insane (He's coming)
I fucked the bitch so nasty
We go Sephora, yeah, then we go Pink
She not so fucking toxic
And she care 'bout what I think
She's nothing like no other bitches
She care 'bout what I drink
I think she's a fling
I think she's a playmaker
She should be on my team
She should get her a ring
Shit, it can't be me
But she can be on the team
Diamonds, they come out the water
My sock, it come with a ring
The Wraith came with the chauffeur
The chauffeur ready to take me
I am the music