Young Carter lyrics

by

Lil Twist


[Beat Tag:]
Scorp Diesel on the track (Do it)

[Intro:]
Got my bro in this b*tch with me (Hol' up)
Big bro, Youngin’ (Ugh)

[Hook:]
I took the Carter route (I did)
I went the harder route (I did)
I'm pickin' your artist out (Huh?)
Pickin’ your target out (Woo)

[Verse:]
Why they got me started now? (Huh?)
I think I'm the hardest now (Twist)
House big as apartments now (Damn)
I f*ck up your party now (Yeah)
I f*ck on your b*tch fo sho' (Yeah)
I'm pouring Patron, Patron (Yeah)
We got white on the table (Huh?)
We call that sh*t "Post Malone" (Damn)
We call that sh*t "Wi-Fi", n*gga (Damn)
We turn that b*tch hotspot on (Hoooo)
My daddy cooked dope in the kitchen (What?)
I turn the Crock-Pot on (Damn)
Got a b*tch named "Porscha" (Yup)
But hopin' that Nayla home (Why?)
Cause Porscha be gettin' on my nerves (Why?)
That b*tch need to find a home (Huh)
That b*tch need to go somewhere (She do)
That b*tch need to leave me 'lone (She do)
She say "Yo, watch how you act" (What?)
I turn the TV on (Huh)
I do this sh*t forreal (Twist)
Been doin' this sh*t since lil’ (Yeah)
And I would ask "What’s the deal?" (I would)
You still ain't got a deal (You don’t)
Still hangin' out with them (Huh)
Still ain't got a M (n*gga)
Still hangin' out on the lamb (pus*y)
Still can’t touch the rim (b*tch)
I been ballin', no gym (Yeah)
Stuffin' money in my Timbs (Hoooo)
Twizzy Baby, Young Money (Mula)
It's the Crème de la Crème (Yeah)
Mr. Yeah, let her in (Yeah)
Bad b*tch with a friend (Hoooo)
Still screaming "Free [?]" (Dad)
Killin' sh*t since 10 (Huh)
Dallas know what it is (Yo)
Dallas know what it ain't (They do)
Had to leave to get the bread (I did)
Brought it back to the bank (Woah)
Brought it back to them hoes (I did)
Brought it back to them b*tches (I did)
Spendin' money on the pots (Ugh)
Make it back in the kitchen (Hoooo)
Make it all back tomorrow (Yeah)
Make it back in a minute (Yeah)
Whippin' sh*t like a chef (Whip)
Mix the sh*t like a chemist (Mix)
Youngin' Carter, Young Gremlin (Twist)
Flippin' sh*t like a gymnast (Yeah)
b*tch, I get it out the mud (Huh?)
Yeah, I made it out the trenches (Hoooo)
And yeah, I really be the plug (I am)
These other n*ggas just glitches (God damn)
Ballin' on these f*ck n*ggas (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm talkin' fourth and inches (Hoooo)
Touch down, touch down (Huh)
G5, G5 (Huh)
Touch down, H-Town (Huh)
Bad b*tch, V Live (Shake)
Young Money, we live (Yeah)
Downtown, high-rise (Twist)
Walked in so high (High)
Young Carter, I arise (Ha ha)
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