Lyrics for Hurry Up We Leavin by Playboi Carti

{Intro – Playboi Carti}
You know what I’m saying man
Still drinking lean and shit

{Hook – Playboi Carti}
Ooh, hop in that motherfu–ing foreign
And that motherfu–a be roaring
Big gun big, yeah show ’em
City to city, I’m touring
Lil Carti, I’m ready to pull up
All of my diamonds they glowing
F-ck on your bih, yeah
She left in the morning

{Verse 1 – Playboi Carti}
Diamonds they skating on ice
Run it up bih, Jerry Rice
Aye, hurt your feelings with the price
Everything come with a price
Everything come with a price
100,000, yeah my price
Too many rings like I’m Mike
I got the muhfu–ing mic
I got the muhfu–ing ike
I told your bi-ch to come trike
Pass me the muhfu–ing mic
I’m in the lobby, I’m piped
I told that bih to come pipe
Shawty wanna f-ck on the pipe
Shawty gon’ lick on the pipe
I got the strap like a dyke
I got the strap, I don’t fight
My diamonds they icey, aye
My diamonds they ice, they bite
Your diamonds they ight, a-ight
Ask that lil bih, what’s her type?

{Hook – Playboi Carti}
Ooh, hop in that motherfu–ing foreign
And that motherfu–a be roaring
Big gun big, yeah show ’em
City to city, I’m touring
Lil Carti, I’m ready to pull up
All of my diamonds they glowing
F-ck on your bih, yeah
She left in the morning

{Verse 2 – Playboi Carti}
Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds
Lint be your pockets if it ain’t about hundreds
I got Pirus in the lobby
I got Pirus right behind me
Cranberry drip with the red
I might just pull up big boy
Walk in the lobby like Gotti
You can’t trust me, I’m too popping
These ni–as they trying to plot
Used to be robbing
Molly (?)
This Spanish bih calling me Papi
She ride me like a Bugatti
Hop in the foreign for the milage
Peekaboo, f-ck bi-ch I’m tired
Booted up (?) never tired

{Hook – Playboi Carti}
Ooh, hop in that motherfu–ing foreign
And that motherfu–a be roaring
Big gun big, yeah show ’em
City to city, I’m touring
Lil Carti, I’m ready to pull up
All of my diamonds be glowing
F-ck on your bih, yeah
She left in the morning

{Verse 2 – Playboi Carti}
Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds
Lint be your pockets if it ain’t about hundreds
I got my bih in the lobby
I got my whip right behind me
Cranberry Jag with the Vet
I might just pull up big boy
Walk in the lobby like Gotti
You can’t trust me, I’m two petty
These ni–as they trying to plot
Used to be robbing
Mami (?)
This Spanish bih calling me Papi
She ride me like a Bughadi
Hop in the (?) for the Masi
Peekaboo, f-ck what your ties be
(?) never taught

{Hook – Playboi Carti}
Ooh, hop in that motherfu–ing foreign
And that motherfu–a be roaring
Big gun big, yeah show ’em
City to city, I’m touring
Lil Carti, I’m ready to pull up
All of my diamonds be glowing
F-ck on your bih, yeah
She left in the morning