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Lyrics: Playboi Carti – Medusa

Lyrics: Playboi Carti – Medusa

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“Medusa” serves as a warning to those against Playboi Carti and affiliates of his Opium record label, expressed by a high-energy vocal performance over an evil instrumental produced by F1lthy and Lukrative.

This track is from the Whole Lotta Red sessions in 2020. It was first previewed on Instagram as a snippet, and then later played in full on an Instagram Live by CountingCaskets, who later leaked the track.
As the track is from the WLR sessions, it only has one vocal track, with no backing adlibs or further mixing. Although this is missing from the track, Carti does not disappoint with his raw rockstar style throughout.

[Intro]
(Wake up, F1lthy)

[Verse]
Huh, and I ride with the cooler
Huh, I fucked on Medusa
Yeah, I came with the stick, yeah, yeah
Just call ’em, we’ll do ya
Yeah, I up on an opp, yeah, yeah
This bitch came fully, yeah, yeah
I shoot at your boy, yeah, yeah
I shoot at your shooter, huh, yeah
I’m taking off heads, yeah, yeah
I take off your ‘dulla
Yeah, I pop me an X, yeah, yeah
And now it’s a boof, huh
Opium Gang, you know, hold up
Yeah, okay, it’s Opium Gang you know, yeah
You could get stained for sure, yeah
Stay in your lane for sure, yeah
Blow out your brain for sure, yeah
Aim at thе opp for sure, yeah
Ready to aim for surе, yeah
I got a plane on my neck, hold up
I fuck that bitch on the jet, hold up
I got these diamonds so wet, hold up
I could go run up a check, yeah
I got these hoes going wild, huh
I got these hoes going wild, huh
I fucking all these hoes, huh
Like its going out of style, huh, what?
It’s a vibe, huh
Every time I pop out, huh, hold up
She’s not sad, huh, when those guns pop out, yeah, yeah
We some killers, huh, what you talking ’bout? Yeah, yeah
Fuck ’em all, huh, run they ass out, huh
Me and F1lthy, yeah
I’m getting filthy, yeah
Too much money, yeah
This shit so filthy, yeah
Fuck these niggas you could turn into a victim, yeah
No fucks given, yeah, no fucks given, yeah, yeah

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[Outro]
Yeah, yeah

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