‎Playboi Carti & Travis Scot – WAKE UP F1LTHY Lyrics

‎Playboi Carti & Travis Scott – WAKE UP F1LTHY Lyrics

WAKE UP F1LTHY

‎Playboi Carti & Travis Scott

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"WAKE UP F1LTHY." - ‎Playboi Carti & Travis Scott

Wednesday, 26 November 2025, 03:06 pm

Album: MUSIC - SORRY 4 DA WAIT

Track No: 17

Uh, F1LTHY said, "Wake up, wake up"
Uh, had to go get the cake, cake up, uh
Racks on me, racks up, racks up
Uh, money on the floor, different hos

Ooh, clockin′ that bitch, I got her lo'
Uh, two in rotation, I′m movin' slow-mo
Jump out that fire, I let off that pole
Uh, pass her La Flame, now she want the O (schyeah)
Drugs in my body, oh yeah, let's go
Ooh, hos in the lobby, oh yeah, let′s go
Couple hits to your body, now you smell like mold
Jump out the party, I look like Mitch Modes
I know some bitches that′s ready to hit it, they poppin' that shit (ah)
Paint on her pussy, I suck on that titty, I turn on that tit (ah)
Oh, you in Savannah? Come to Atlanta, come hold on this dick
Me and F1LTHY, we gettin′ filthy, we so rich, gah
Ah, ha, ah, (what? Straight up, yeah)
I'm rollin′ off X, can't feel my head, can′t feel my feet, yeah
The opps on live, they tellin' lies, why y'all speak?
It′s Double-05, we mob tied, leave a nigga weak, ah (wow)
Pass me somethin′, ease my soul (soul, soul)
Two rotation 'round they go
Only me and them I know, oh (oh)
She gon′ flip, she go berserk (flip, flip)
She a freak, I make her squirt (ooh)
I took two, and now I'm turnt (ooh)
Fucked La Flame and now she burn (ah)
Please, tell that bitch to beat it
Told her act like though you did it
This is madness when I′m dizzy
Different bodies comin' in and out, it like my Glock, it switches
Avoid the lobby when we go, damn, it′s 4 a.m., I'm lit
Chat, it's a four inside my lemonade, I′m tryin′ not to twitch (twitch)
J's out in the street (street), feet up at your six (six, let′s go)
I'm up, but on turtle time
I come from the city of pop trunk and elbows (skrrt)
When she done mixin′ mine (skrrt), she give me that 69 while I play six-four (skrrt)

Uh, F1LTHY said, "Wake up, wake up" (wow)
Uh, had to go get the cake, cake up, uh
Racks on me, racks up, racks up
Uh, money on the floor, different hos

Writer(s): ‎Playboi Carti, Travis Scott.

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