[Intro: Playboi Carti]

Ojivolta, you motherfucker, no bap

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]

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

[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti]

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

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & NAV]

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)

[Verse 2: NAV]

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)

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]

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

[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti]

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

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

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

[Outro: The Weeknd & Playboi Carti]

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

Oh

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

Oh

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