Playboi Carti – I Promise You Lyrics
I Promise You Lyrics by Playboi Carti
I got your back, slatt, I promise you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, yeah (Ha)
[Chorus] You don’t want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol’ up, yeah
What you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah, hol’ up (Like a, uh)
Yeah, hold up (Uh)
([?], you know what I’m saying in this motherf**ker?)
What you talkin’ ’bout? (Yeah, hol’ up)
Yeah, yeah, hol’ up (Yeah, yeah)
Talkin’ ’bout, yeah (Hol’ up, what?)
Yeah, hol’ up, uh
Talkin’ ’bout, ooh
[Verse 1] Ooh, uh, ooh
Hermes link, what you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah
Ride around, b*tch, what you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah
Ride on my d**k, what you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah
Keep a bad bit*h, what you talkin’ ’bout? Ooh (Slatt)
Keep this bit*h lit, what you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah
Smoke a whole pound, what you talkin’ ’bout?
Been playin’ wit’ your bit*h, what you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah
Bag in the brief, what you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah
Carti got six, what you talkin’ ’bout? (Blatt)
niqqa got rich, what you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah
Bentleys and Lambs, what you talkin’ ’bout? Ooh
I’m with my b*tch and we vibin’ out (Skrr)
Rockin’ Vlone when I’m poppin’ out, ah
Blingin’ my ice, I’m just showin’ out
I’m f**kin’ your b*tch, the new word of mouth
All of these eaters gon’ find it out
I’m in this bit*h and I’m vibin’ out
I’m in this bit*h, f**k he talkin’ ’bout?
Yeah, spray this bit*h up, yeah, bit*h, nobody can leave, hol’ up (Blatt-blatt-blatt)
Yeah, me and my niqqas been geeked up, we was just teens, hol’ up (Blicky)
Ayy, I got some niqqas that rockin’ with me (Ha)
[Chorus] You don’t want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol’ up, yeah
What you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah, hol’ up (Like a, uh)
Yeah, hold up (Uh)
([?], you know what I’m saying in this motherf**ker?)
What you talkin’ ’bout? (Yeah, hol’ up)
Yeah, yeah, hol’ up (Yeah, yeah)
Talkin’ ’bout, yeah (Hol’ up, what?)
Yeah, hol’ up, uh
Talkin’ ’bout, ooh
[Verse 2] I’m a young OG, b!tch, yeah, ayy
Young niqqa don’t know me, b*tch, yeah
I don’t even owe you sh!t, yeah
I pull up, too much drip, yeah
I pull up, too many bit-hes, yeah
Iced-out Patek, bit*h, yeah (Patek)
I ain’t even pay for s*it, yeah
Heard you wanna geek ’bout a bit*h, yeah (‘Bout a b*tch)
Put a red dot on your head, yeah
Cut a bit*h off, no legs
And the girl stay red on red, yeah
And the juice stay red on red, yeah
In the back room suckin’, talkin’ ’bout
Southside, niqqa, we talkin’ ’bout, yeah
We don’t do sets, what you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah
We don’t do that, what you talkin’ ’bout? Ooh
We spend racks, what you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah
Too many beans, I’ma pa$$ out, yeah (Pa$$ out)
I’m on that lean with the TEC out (TEC out)
Call up Young N*dy, East Paradise, yeah
We gon’ leave a niqqa in the daylight, yeah
We gon’ leave a niqqa in the daylight, yeah (What?)
We gon’ leave a niqqa in the daylight, yeah (Ooh, ha)
[Chorus] You don’t want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol’ up, yeah
What you talkin’ ’bout? Yeah, hol’ up (Like a, uh)
Yeah, hold up (Uh)
([?], you know what I’m saying in this motherf**ker?)
What you talkin’ ’bout? (Yeah, hol’ up)
Yeah, yeah, hol’ up (Yeah, yeah)
Talkin’ ’bout, yeah (Hol’ up, what?)
Yeah, hol’ up, uh
Talkin’ ’bout, ooh