Playboi Carti, Travis Scott - PROBLEM CHILD

She throwin' that ass, she blowin' minds, hol' up
No seatbelts, just hittin' lines, hol' up
She wanna go out for some rounds, hol' up
Free lil' Problem Child, huh
Homixide been goin' wild, hol' up
Bih', keep that Hublot
Huh, crease hit that whole blunt, crank
Uh, hits, then I roll up

Can't do no love, I'm heartless
I'm still gon' fuck her regardless
Don't talk, they made me a target
Had a price, the price had a bargain
And the label, we built that department