Playboi Carti – I Promise You lyrics

[Intro]
I—You already—You know 16 ran it up (Yeah)
I got your back, Slatt, I promise you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, yeah (Ha)

[Chorus]
You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah
What you talm 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a—uh)
Yeah, hold up (Uh)
(
[?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?)
What you talm 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up)
Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah)
Talm 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)
Yeah, hol' up, uh
Talm 'bout, ooh

[Verse 1]
Ooh, uh, ooh
Hermes link, what you talm 'bout? Yeah
Ride around, bih, what you talm 'bout? Yeah
Ride on my dick, what you talm 'bout? Yeah
Keep a bad bih, what you talm 'bout? Ooh (Slatt)
Keep this bih lit, what you talm 'bout? Yeah
Smoke a whole pound, what you talm 'bout?
Been playin' wit' yo' bih, what you talm 'bout? Yeah
Bag in the brief, what you talm 'bout? Yeah
Carti got six, what you talm 'bout? (Blatt)
Nigga got rich, what you talm 'bout? Yeah
Bentleys and Lambs, what you talm 'bout? Ooh
I'm with my bih and we vibin' out
Rockin' Vlone when I'm poppin' out, ah
Blingin' my ice, I'm just showin' out
I'm fuckin' your bitch, the new word of mouth
All of these eaters gon' find it out
I'm in this bih and I'm vibin' out
I'm in this bih, fuck he talkin' 'bout?
Yeah, spray this bitch up, yeah, bih, nobody can leave, hol' up (Blatt-blatt-blatt)
Yeah, me and my niggas been geeked up, we was just teens, hol' up (Blicky)
Ayy, I can see niggas that rockin' with me (Ha)

[Chorus]
You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah
What you talm 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a—uh)
Yeah, hold up (Uh)
(
[?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?)
What you talm 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up)
Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah)
Talm 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)
Yeah, hol' up, uh
Talm 'bout, ooh

[Verse 2]
I'm a young og, bih, yeah, ayy
Young nigga don't know me, bih, yeah
I don't even owe you shit, yeah
I pull up, too much drip, yeah
I pull up, too many bitches, yeah
Iced out Patek, bih, yeah (Patek)
I ain't even pay for shit, yeah
Heard you wanna geek 'bout a bih, yeah ('Bout a bitch)
Put a red dot on your head, yeah
Cut a bitch off, no legs
And the girl stay red on red, yeah
And the juice stay red on red, yeah
In the back room suckin', talm 'bout
Southside, nigga, we talm 'bout, yeah
We don't do sets, what you talm 'bout? Yeah
We don't do that, what you talm 'bout? Ooh
We spend racks, what you talm 'bout? Yeah
Too many beans, I'ma pass out (Pass out)
I'm on that lean with the tec out (Tec out)
Call up Young Nudy, East Paradise, yeah
We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah
We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah (What?)
We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah (Ooh, ha)

[Chorus]
You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah
What you talm 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a—uh)
Yeah, hold up (Uh)
(
[?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?)
What you talm 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up)
Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah)
Talm 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)
Yeah, hol' up, uh (Uh)
Talm 'bout, ooh