Carti Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

Read the full Carti lyrics by Real Boston Richey along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Real Boston Richey’s music, you can also explore Please and One Hit Wonder, two other songs by Real Boston Richey.

[Intro]
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my n!gga Doe)

[Verse 1]
I’m like damn, baby girl, you thicker than a Snicker
Matter fact, I feel like you too thick for your n!gga
You don’t think I can handle that? Pull up, let me d!ck you
Oh, don’t disrespect your n!gga? B!tch, you still don’t get the picture?
I told you I’m a dripper slash trapper slash rap n!gga
Project b!tch a real eater, I saved her number as “Lap ripper”
Usain Bolt when I run it up, I done overlapped n!ggas
I’ma leave your ass on read, I see you like cap n!ggas

You can fu*k Vert, Glizzy, Dank, I probably’ll still hit you
Fu*k ’round, jump in the DM, they say she eat it up like a dill pickle
Cool with popping a strong back or a rhino, I ain’t popping no pills
I got b!tches all on my line, lil’ b!tch, I ain’t even got to deal with you (Uh, yeah, come on)
Snatch a bad b!tch, we gon’ go and get our nails done
I be having way more plays than the ladies doing the mail run
That n!gga you with, he ain’t no hustler, n!gga ain’t even sell nothing
She ain’t treat me right, I’m getting out on her just like a bail bond
Mama used to whoop my ass ’cause my head hard
Seen a n!gga try to be like Lil Richey and caught a cell charge
Over here we trapping frrt, n!gga and we sell hard
Boston Stanley, I’ll whoop a n!gga ass ’bout being in my damn yard

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna tell you, baby, I’m really life of the party
Turn up like the white boys, s*it, I’m living my life gnarly
She said she gon’ ride for me, b!tch, where’s your Harley?
You ever go out sad? Oops, baby, that’s hardly
I just s*itted on your n!gga, baby, I’m so sorry
Come through in a Ferrari, having my way like Playboi Carti, ayy
I’m too fu*king rich to go and buy a fu*king Carti’
Cross ’em, Ja Morant, these n!ggas can’t guard me

[Verse 2]
B!tch, shake your ass like your life dependent— hold on, hold on

B!tch, shake your ass like your life dependent on it (Uh)
Your n!gga, he ain’t richer than me, I put my pendant on it (Come on)
Every time I fu*k a b!tch, I put my pendant on her (Ayy)
She know I’ma blow it while a b!tch dependent on me (Ayy)
We don’t fu*k with dog, that’s why we be spinning homie (Uh)
I’m too fu*king piped to pull up in a hemi, homie (Hold on)
Every time I pop out, b!tch, I got the switchy on me

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna tell you, baby, I’m really life of the party
Turn up like the white boys, s*it, I’m living my life gnarly
She said she gon’ ride for me, b!tch, where’s your Harley?
You ever go out sad? Oops, baby, that’s hardly
I just s*itted on your n!gga, baby, I’m so sorry
Come through in a Ferrari, having my way like Playboi Carti, ayy
I’m too fu*king rich to go and buy a fu*king Carti’
Cross ’em, Ja Morant, these n!ggas can’t guard me