2024 Lyrics by Playboi Carti

2024 Lyrics was written by Playboi Carti. Playboi Carti, an American rapper and musician, has a song called “2024”. The song was only available on YouTube as a promotional release on December 14, 2023. Playboi Carti’s forthcoming third studio album features this as its second promotional song, following the release of “Different Day” a week earlier. Kanye West, Ojivolta, and Earl on the Beat produced the song.

2024 Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh
Second place, can’t be in my face, oh, nah
Deep pockets, they think I’m rockin’ Chanel
Fat wallet, lil’ bitch, you know I got here
Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel
I’m growin’ me some horns, baby, I’m from hell
Southside, I was in Riverdale
Off a molly, that two-tone pill
Rich nigga with all these fuckin’ girls
He next, I put him on the mural
She’s next, I told her she my girl
Oh, you like that? (oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)
Hahaha (oh, you like that?), yeah (oh, you like that?)
(Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?) Oh

Uh, put ’em on the news or somethin’ (see yuh)
Put ’em on the news (ha, sa)
Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (see yuh)
Put ’em on the news (ah), yeah
Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (see yuh)
Put ’em on the news (ah), yeah
Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (see yuh)
Put ’em on the news (ah)
Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (wassup)
Put ’em on the news (‘sup)
Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (wassup)
Put ’em on the news (‘sup)
Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (wassup)
Put ’em on the news (let’s go)

2024, music
Ooh, oh

Put ’em on the news or somethin’
I’m evil like Luci’ son
A whole lotta bitches be hatin’ on me ’cause I got all the bunnies
Had to fall back with my last bitch ’cause she was just playin’ with my lil’ time
I’m travelin’ the world like the pope, bringin’ the praise right to my son
Shawty, you gotta be canceled, you make me feel some type way
And no, I can’t be canceled ’cause you feel some type way, uh, uh
I’m in the lane, andale, andale, andale

Uh, I’ma keep killin’ these hoes, I’m fuckin’ on my main
Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin’ on zombie
Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry
I’m cookin’ up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)
I told her, “The glove don’t fit, ” I’m feelin’ like O.J
The racks in my pocket and I link with OJ
Ooh, .24s in the socket, got me feelin’ like Kobe, R.I.P., uh
All my boys, they strapped up, don’t try shit
Welcome to the party, bitch, we are all narcissists
Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (free ZayGuap)
Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, yeah
(Oh, you like that?) Oh

Uh, put ’em on the news or somethin’
Put ’em on the news, ha
Put ’em on the news or somethin’, woah
Put ’em on the news, ha
Put ’em on the news or somethin’, woah
Put ’em on the news, ha
Put ’em on the news or somethin’, woah
Put ’em on the news, ha
Put ’em on the news or somethin’, hold up
Put ’em on the news, gang, ha
Put ’em on the news, ha
Put ’em on the news, huh
Put ’em on the news, ha

Oh, hahaha, see yuh

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