[Intro: Playboi Carti & Jamie Foxx]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
What? (Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, what? (Yeah)
Ooh, what? (Yeah)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I'm on that slatt shit
I make it float, bitch (Yeah)
I'm on that slime shit
Gun to your neck, bitch (Slatt)
I'm with them 9s, bitch
They ain't goin' for shit (Nah)
Ooh, lost a hundred thousand, that ain't hurt shit (Hold up)
It cost a hundred thousand for my necklace (Hold up)
Broke a hundred thousand hearts quick (Hold up)
Break a hundred thousand down quick (Hold up)
Bust-down Rollie with the kick
Bust-down AP look like this (Hold up)
They ain't never met a boy like this (Hold up)
Ayy, I'm freestylin', boy, I'm makin' hits (Hold up)
Callin' up the trap, boy, I'm homesick (Hold up)
I got these n***as pissed (Yeah)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)

[Verse 2: G Herbo & Playboi Carti]
(Toke shit)
Ayy, ayy, you on that ho shit
I don't fuck with ho n***as
Ain't tryna kick it with ya
I stay out hoes' business (What?)
Pull up in Rolls, whippin'
Fuck 'round, let poles hit him
Gone off the Percs, trippin'
Who do you work with, no limit?
Now y'all up in surgery thinkin' at first how he just was in perfect condition
I pop out with that 30, I'm gon' berserk if you put me in certain positions
And I'm in that Vert switchin' (Switchin')
Lanes on all you bitches
Hell nah, I'm ballin' on you bitches
I John Wall you bitches
Yeah, as you can tell that pasto got me soundin' like I got asthma
Yeah, as you can tell there's a S on the back, that mean my car go faster
You look broke, bastard
FN, I tote plastic
Everything automatic
Two hundred on this Aston
Still tote the Glock in traffic
Run up on me, I'm blastin'
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)
I'm on that toke shit (Yeah)