‎Playboi Carti – K POP Lyrics

K POP

‎Playboi Carti

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"K POP." - ‎Playboi Carti

Wednesday, 26 November 2025, 04:01 am

Album: MUSIC - SORRY 4 DA WAIT

Track No: 03

These niggas don′t love me, these bitches wanna fuck me
My t-shirt on, so I won't get ugly
She fuckin′ with a don, I'm fuckin' with a bomb
They think I′m Osama, whoa, she think I′m off somethin'
I′m fuckin' with a bad lil′ vibe, molly all over her tongue
I'm ′bout to spot me an opp, I'm 'bout to spin they truck, whoa
I said, "Mama, I got me a switch, we don′t give a fuck ′bout luck," huh
Ah
Ice on my body, I'm the coolest, trampoline jump for a cougar
Jump out the jungle, go hectic, I′m leavin' that boy in his ′dulla
She wanna fuck for the molar, pussy-ass niggas get lit up
That Pelle-Pelle hold the Ruger, I was just layin' with your girl, huh
She like bein′ 'round my niggas, she T'd up, she not switchin′
G6 got me in here glitchin′, really rich as fuck, just livin'
This bitch ain′t got no vision, I'ma go ′head and give it to her
I just been feelin' myself, I found Jesus, Christian Dior
Got a bitch wanna fuck on the gang, she′ll put a stain right on the floor
Got me feelin' like Jason Chase, I'm switchin′ lanes on these whores
Stop all that talkin′, let's do it, you on the internet, boy, stop, boy
I′m in the field with cleats, SIG in my jeans, I kill boys
Me and my niggas, we G's, step on bitches, we kick doors
I stay runnin′ up checks and holdin' the knife, it′s a sport
Sittin' with my blick, I got me a gang, I can't go to court (huh)
Nigga try to pop his pain, put two in his brain, blow up the fort

Writer(s): Mark Williams, Raul Ignacio Cubina, Jordan Terrell Carter, Jarrod Thomas Morgan, Ronald Nathan Latour.

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