Half A Litre (Reference Track) Lyrics – Playboi Carti

Read the complete Half A Litre (Reference Track) Lyrics by Playboi Carti along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verse 1]
I been having my way with this s*it
She wanna chop this s*it up like a chef
Having phone s*x on the jet
I’m in New York like a Net
I go top pilot with the best
Put a (??) all up on his head
Now he walking around not safe
And you know that we beating the case
Wanna talk? Boy, what we gon’ talk about?
With the gang, you know that they jumping out
How you gassed up with no pump?

Keep that hammer inside of the trunk

[Chorus]
Big keys like Alicia
Finna go pop me a what?
I’m finna go pop me a n!gga somewhere, his time is up, it’s on the meter
I see her titties through the clothes she wеar, it say wet on her beatеr
White tint top heater

[Verse]
Turn a skinny ho into a eater
Wockfield on my neck, yeah, I tell her go bring out the freezer
Baguettes whenever it’s nighttime, piece of diamonds to a reaper
Threesome with a nina
Want game? I can teach ya
With a Barbie, like Onika
She do trap calls on speaker
Having my way with this s*it, but n!gga, that’s something you already know
007 with guns and s*it, but baby come double the O
Wock with bags of cash on me, that’s something that never get low
Say you want some smoke with me, we shooting, he better get low
Fu*k around, put wings on him, we turning that boy to a rope
Royces got rims on them, that s*it you can’t get in the store
Old car, new taste on it, so they cannot see where I go
I’m in the car with a rockstar b!tch and she put that black on her toes

I’m in the car finna smash this b!tch, I’m crashing wherever I go
It’s something they already know
That gun got a beam scope
This already foreign, it’s cold
I’m rich like I be selling dope
Keep a freak ho on the ropes
Bounce back in her throat
I’m already him, the man, what you want next, return to a GOAT?
Guns be under my couch, like somebody lost a remote
Dead pages, they be talking
I guess I made friends with a ghost
Pictures of me on her wall
Guess I’m who she wanted the most
I guess I might not know the rest
I’m putting that pu*sy to rest
She tatted my name on her breast
It’s not money though, I’m talking less
Want an issue, then we can go pest it
Diamonds be big like precious
Money be getting infectious
Everything big, Texas

[Chorus]
Big keys like Alicia
Finna go pop me a what?
I’m finna go pop me a n!gga somewhere, his time is up, it’s on the meter
I see her titties through the clothes she wear, it say wet on her eater
White tint top heater