Sha Kartier - 8pm (feat. Ibrah) Lyrics

I'm taking a trip with the ice on my wrist
See boy and I'm throwing like six His bitch on my body, he throwing a fit
I'm counting these checks, I'm counting these stacks
Stop talkin' on IG lets really talk facts
His bitch in the spot and she call me a snack

Bae this is Kartier , ain't nothing else
I bend through the port and I'm throwing
Like twelve Me and Jah 2 deep every trip and we been giving belt
It was just me and Ibrah 2 tact in the V
M340i 200 top speed
Please stop moving crazy bitch, you not a need

She a lil thot, she gonna give the drop If we get that lo, we gon' post on that block
Opp thot in the bnb & we beat up the box
I spot me a opp and the guys gotta end him
He got hit with that shit and that boy started
Limping
Keep running after pesos this shit got me grinching free sb

Lightskin baddie she totin my heat
She gon' pass it up me, I'ma walk up the street
His bitch my body, I think she a freak
I'm Sha Kartier, I'm just living my life
He try to push up and get hit with my pipe
We out to dubai im bouta buy the flights

Yeah, she ride it like a porn star I don't wanna love her but I'm taking her way too far
Crash the beamer f*ck it, bro told me we'll
Get a new car AMG this time, big body at the light
With two bitches by my side, ass so fat and it's all mine

Make two bitches in a twine, rose bottle sipping wine
Flew down to Miami just so I can get a tan This car I'm in, I think it's like 300 grand
And now im never stressed, I'm buying Zaza by the band
They hate me and they love me, definition of a fan

And Codeine make me slow, I know this product high demand
And me and Kartier sell out Americana
All designer stores gotta restock
She asking me to come over but I don't wanna Like girl, I'm too locked in, tell me what
You need from me.