UNLIMITED (feat. Playboi Carti)

Ojivolta, you motherfucker, no bap

Uh, I took my ass back to Atlanta, hol' up
Yeah, back to them sticks, back to my house
Back to my baby, back to my show, uh
Rollin' 'round, yeah, I'm on two mollies (two molly)
Rollin' on molly, rollin' on X, rollin', rollin'
Did this everyday, I told 'em: No bap , 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

Droppin' the cash, hoes be starin', I hope I don't embarass her (hol' up, hol' up)
Niggas be switchin' sides, hol' up, they like lesbians
I'm in the Cat, going fast, hittin' the nine (hol' up)
Whole lotta bitches, fuck 'em now, I got a guitar to rock out

Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out
Whole lotta hoes, I fuck her friends, I fuck 'em, tell 'em: Rock out
Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out
Push it back, push it down, hol' up, while we rock out
Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out
Watch me rock out (hm-mm)
Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out
(Woah, double O, XO, yeah)

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 O and XO, we got the same chain
I can't see none of the hate, my money's 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)

Bitch, I really do it, ho, I really do it (yeah)
In my cup, that's codeine, dirty fluid
I've 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'
Help me, this chick got me talkin' too lazy, hol' up
I'm finna flip, I'm crazy, hol' up
I'm finna flip these checks, hol' up
I'm in this bitch goin' crazy, hol' up
Just scored twenty-nine bags, hol' up
Just scored twenty-nine bags, hol' up

Droppin' the cash, hoes be starin', I hope I don't embarass her (hol' up, hol' up)
Niggas be switchin' sides, hol' up, they like lesbians
I'm in the 'Cat, going fast, hittin' the nine (hol' up)
Whole lotta bitches, fuck 'em now, I got a guitar to rock out

Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out
Whole lotta hoes, I fuck her friends, I fuck 'em, tell 'em "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

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
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Whole lotta bitches, fuck 'em now, I got a guitar to rock out
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Whole lotta bitches, fuck 'em now, I got a guitar to rock out