Carpe Diem Lyrics

Nigga, I'm a king like that actress from The Kissing Booth

Hunnids in the jeans, in the mattress and the kitchen too

Get off your ass, boy, you know that you got shit to do

I promise you can make it without faking, bitch, I'm living proof

Oh, he dissing who? That's a song that I'm not sitting through

Tripping over bitches, think this nigga got a missing shoe

But listen, fool, I'm finna show you what this friction do

If I rub both my hands together, then you know I'm spitting dude

Jaylen what? Jaylen don't do shit but make a fuss

My life a movie, but it ain't no nigga playing us

I'm jaded up, cause of all the niggas hating us

But if you can't go band for band, I know your mouth is staying shut

I feel like Russell, rock the baby when I lay it up

And if it's up, boy, you best believe it's staying stuck

Bitch, I'm a shooter, but I still got hands like Cooper Kupp

PC be the name, but we ain't playing on computers, bruh

Yo bitch got fame, cause her name used to be Super Suck

It's a super shame, teach your wife to keep her cooter shut

(It's good! Ice Trae the game!)

Pushing horses like I'm Shannon Sharpe

Carpe Diem, man a nigga wasn't plannin far

A little cocky, cause I'm feeling like a standing star

We can throw them hands like Rocky or I'll let this cannon spark

I can't fake it, he a fed, I can't hang with bacon

The bread was bakin, making money from Cleveland to Macon

Bombaclaat, dreads shaking, Jaylen feel Jamaican

I done made some nasty plays, I'm hoping that God can forsake it

This shit a horror, but I'm glowing, can you see the aura

I left her tore up, bending bitches like my name was Korra

I love you, sorta, need a key to my city like Sora

I keep catching dubs, all this winning, man, I'm finna pour up

I'm really thumbing, finna tell it all like Wack100

I break her back, she send a text to double back, I'm coming

I'm really bout it, Kick Buttowski, boy, I heard you stunning

I can do this shit myself, I don't know why you niggas clumping

We treat your block just like a porta potty, bitch, we dumping

I ain't standing on no business, me and all my niggas stompin

(I'm shooting comment, look me in my eyes, I really want it

Put on that bonnet and then you know she blow it like a..)