SEE YA!/ Ur The Moon Lyrics by Playboi Carti
Hahahahahahaha, carti
My ***, you know you the flyest *** i know on this planet
So before we start this new *** (schyeah), let’s show ’em what the f*ck you really been on
I am the music!
I just be stylin’, it’s hard to sleep (schyeah)
She never made it hard for me (schyeah, it’s comin)
I can’t trust my eyes, like, how do i see?
I’m in the ***, she’s in the heat, uh (turn it up, turn it up)
Tell me why? and for what?
Always prepared ’cause i never know what
She wait at all of my shows, she wanted me to sign her butt, yeah, uh (hahahahahahaha)
Whippin’ that ho with the fеndi
Yeah-yeah, i was lookin’ for benji
I had smokе at means street (don’t get f*ckin’ scared now)
Everybody thought they knew me
My ***, she ain’t even meet the new me
A ho gon’ die tryna do me
Look at the sky, it’s a movie
She not a wife, she a groupie
That’s a lil’-ass chain, check the new piece, schyeah (i promise you niggas)
Red in the diamonds, no rubies
Stick in the dirt like— (schyeah)
Stick in the dirt like doody (schyeah), schyeah
There’s plenty of opps in the loose leafs
Goyard trunk, keep it brief, yeah
Stamp on your neck like *** (’bout what?)
Schyeah, schyeah
Schyeah
Stand your position, lil’ ***, before you get put on a shirt (schyeah)
I was in south carolina, with two hoes, takin’ they turn
You play with that fire too much, lil’ shawty, you bound to get burnt (schyeah)
Svj, i go crazy, no concern (schyeah), uh
Glock in the holster (schyeah), yeah, stick in the goyard (schyeah)
Put ’em on a poster, put ’em in a graveyard (schyeah), schyeah
She gets angry, she like to text hard (what?)
I don’t need a co-sign (what?), i need a diehard (huh?)
I f*ck her, blackout, yeah, then put it in chrome heart
The bentley, it’s push-start (uh)
I’m a bully, i push hard (yeah, s’yeah)
Drivin’ off drugs, this my go-kart (s’yeah)
Different day, ha (s’yeah)
We came out on sunday
I told my momma i was gon’ make it one day
Been, been, been told her
It was just the other day i was on ***, he on leftose, yeah
Schyeah, thinkin’ about it
Now it’s just g5’s, yeah, i don’t do layovers
Schyeah
You know who the f*ck it is
Swamp motherf*ckin’ izzo!
yooooooooooooo