WAKE UP F1LTHY Lyrics – Playboi Carti

Read the full WAKE UP F1LTHY lyrics by Playboi Carti along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Playboi Carti’s music, you can also explore JUMPIN and TRIM, two other songs by Playboi Carti.

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh, F1LTHY said, “Wake up, wake up”
Had to go get the cake, cake up, uh
Racks on me, racks up, racks up
Uh, money on the floor, different hoes

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti & Travis Scott]
Ooh, clocking that b!tch, I got her low
Uh, two in rotation, I’m moving slow-mo
Jump in that fire, I know I got pole
Uh, pass her La Flame, now she want the O
Oh, schyeah
Drügs in my body, oh yeah, let’s go
Oh, hoes 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 b!tches that swear they could hit it, they popping that s*it
Paint on her pu*sy, I suck on that titty, I turn on that tit
Oh, you in Savannah? Come to Atlanta
Come hold on this d!ck
Me and F1LTHY, we getting filthy, we so real, gah
Ah, ha, ah, what?
Straight up
I’m moving off X, can’t feel my head, can’t feel my feet
The opps on live, they telling lies, why y’all speak?
It’s double-O five, we mob tied, leaving ’em weak

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Pass me something, ease my soul (Soul, soul)
Two rotations ’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)
Fu*ked La Flame and now she burn
Please, tell that b!tch to—, b!tch
Told her act like though you busy, this is madness when I’m dizzy

Different bodies coming in and out and take my Glock, they switches
I fu*ked the lobby when we go, damn, it’s 4 a.m, I’m lit
Shawty just pour inside my lemonade, I’m trying not to twitch (Twitch)
Jays out in the street (Street), feet up, they get sick (Sick)
I’m up, I don’t tell the time
I’m copping this city, in pop chucking them balls
When she done mixed in mine (Skrrt)
She give me that sixty-nine while I play six-four

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Travis Scott]
Uh, F1LTHY said, “Wake up, wake up” (Wow)
Had to go get the cake, cake up, uh
Racks on me, racks up, racks up
Uh, money on the floor, different hoes