[Intro: Playboi Carti & Jamie Foxx]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ayy, turn me all the way up (I'm in this motherfucker)
Turn that, take the Auto-Tune off
I don't need no fuckin' Auto-Tune
Fuck the Auto-Tune (Fuck that Auto-Tune shit)
Beep (What?)
Beep (Yeah)
Beep (Talk to 'em, Yung Carti)
Beep, beep, beep
What?
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit
Got these bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit"
Got these bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit," uh
Got these n***as sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit," ooh, uh
Suckin' on my dick like she new to this, yeah, ooh
Blowin' through the check, yeah, we new to this
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit, uh
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Beep, what?)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (What?)
Got them bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit," (Yeah, he do that shit), ooh, ooh
Suckin' on my dick like she new to this (Like she new to this), uh, what?
Blowin' through the check, yeah, I'm new to this (Way I do this shit), uh, what?
Runnin' shit back like a frisbee, bitch, uh, uh (Run that shit, yeah)
Bring that shit back like a frisbee, bitch, uh (Like a frisbee, bitch)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just live this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it just shoot the shit, yeah, ooh
Got these n***as sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit"
And he'd rather go talk about it than do this shit
Pull up on your block and we shootin' shit (And we shootin' shit, ayy Pi'erre)
Pull up on your bitch and I'm hittin' it (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, oh yeah)
Hittin' on your bitch, yeah, I'm killin' it (On your bitch, yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do it (Lil' talkin' bitch)
Hit a lil' n***a with the Ruger (Watch me shoot a bitch)
Hit a lil' n***a with the Ruger (What? What? What?)
Lil' n***a, I'm that n***a, yeah (What? What?)
I'm fuckin' on your lil' biddie, yeah (What? What?)
I wear Raf Simons, never Hilfiger, yeah (At all, what?)
South Atlanta, yeah, we comin' up, uh, ooh, ooh (What?)
Put your middle fingers up, ooh, ooh
Pour it in my double cup (Lean, lean)
Extendo clip, double up (Beep)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just shoot it up (What? What?)
Fuck that lil' n***a, fuck a n***a up (Yeah)
Fuck the cash up, fuck the cash up, I fuck the cash up
Fuck the cash up, get the math up, math up
(What? What? What? What?)
Oh yeah, yeah, hey (What? What?)
Pi'erre, hold up (What?)
Oh yeah, yeah, hold up (What?)
Pi'erre (What?), cash
Oh yeah, yeah (What?)
Pi'erre (What?)
Oh yeah, yeah (What?)
Pi'erre (What? What?)
[Outro]
And I'd rather not talk about it, n***a, uh (Beep, what?)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do this shit (Yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it (Talk about it)
Got these n***as sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" (What?)
Got these bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" (What? What?)
Got these n***as sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" (Carti do that shit)
Got these bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" (Carti do that shit, what? What?)
Got these, uh (What? What? Oh yeah, do that shit)
And I'd rather not talk about it just do that shit
Carti do that shit (What? What? What?)
Carti do that shit (What?)
Let's do this shit
Yo, Pi'erre