[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Ojivolta in this motherfucker, no bap
Doo-doo-doo-doo, huh, huh, oh
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti & NAV]
Uh, I took my ass back to Atlanta, hol' up
Yeah, back to them sticks, back to my house
Back to my bit', back to my shawty, uh
Rollin' 'round, yeah, I'm on two mollies (Two molly)
Rollin' on molly, rollin' on X, rollin', rollin'
Yeah, bih' just seen me out there, and I told her "Go back," uh (Woah)
I told you, "Baby, I'm not regular", hol' up (Hol' up, hol' up)
I pushed that button, I had my opp on Good Morning America
[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Drivin' the McLaren, hoes be starin', I hope I don't embarrass her (Hol' up, hol' up)
Niggas be switchin' sides, hol' up, they like lesbians (Haha)
I'm in the 'Cat, goin' fast, hittin' the nine (Hol' up)
Whole lotta bitches, fuck 'em now, I grab the guitar and rock out
[Chorus: Playboi Carti & NAV]
Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out
Whole lotta hoes, when I fuck 'em, uh, I fuck, the guitar and rock out
Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out
Push it back, push it down, hol' up, watch me rock out
Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out
Hol' up, watch me rock out (Hm-mm)
Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out (Woah, Double-0, XO, yeah)
[Verse 2: NAV & Playboi Carti]
I'm on way too much molly, might fuck up the party
I still left with three hoes and stuffed them in the 'Rari
Made like ten million off VLONE, shoutout to Bari
I could fuck around, go deep voice just like I'm Carti
Tried to fight pourin' up syrup, I had to pick my battles
Tryin' to break the money machine, the only thing that matter
I ain't trickin' on no thots, she fucked the whole gang
Double-0 and XO, we got the same chain
I can't see none of the hate, my money stacked too tall
Made some mistakes, but none of my diamonds got flaws
Since I tied my ties, I feel like I'm above the law
I'm a rockstar, no bam, I Draco my guitar (Brr)
Bitch, I really do it
Gotta keep my fye, my whole life, I've been walkin' through it
Sent a bitch through immigration, I need somethin' foreign
Wake up to the moon, I go to sleep, the sun's showin' (Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out)
[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Bitch, I really do it, ho, I really do it (Do it)
In my cup, oxy, codeine, dirty fluid
I been goin' crazy, bitch, I really do it (Let's do it)
In my cup, double cup, uh, dirty fluid, uh
Me and my shooter related, uh
I'm in this bitch and I'm blazin', huh
This shit got me talkin' lazy, hol' up
I'm from the flat, I'm crazy, hol' up
I'm from the flat, lookin' shady, hol' up
I'm in this bih' goin' brazy, hol' up
Just scored twenty-nine bags, hol' up
Just scored twenty-nine bags, hol' up
[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Drivin' the McLaren, hoes be starin', I hope I don't embarrass her (Hol' up, hol' up)
Niggas be switchin' sides, hol' up, they like lesbians (Hol' up, haha)
I'm in the 'Cat, goin' fast, hittin' the nine (Hol' up)
Whole lotta bitches, fuck 'em now, I grab the guitar and rock out
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out
Whole lotta hoes, when I fuck 'em, uh, I fuck, the guitar and rock out
Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out
Push the button, push it down, hol' up, while we rock out
[Outro: The Weeknd & Playboi Carti]
Oh, I'm in love all the time (Whole lotta hoes, I fuck her friends, I fuck 'em, tell 'em "Rock out")
I'm in love, oh, ayy (Whole lotta bitches, fuck 'em now, I got a guitar to rock out)
Yeah, I'm in love, hey (Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out)
Oh (Whole lotta bitches, fuck 'em now, I got a guitar to rock out)
Oh (Push the button, push it down, hol' up, while we rock out)