"Problem Child" lyrics - PLAYBOI CARTI

[Lyrics from Snippet]

[Intro:]
I want you close to me
I don't want you [?]

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti & Travis Scott]
Double O, Cactus
Uh, I go crazy every time, Double O, Cac'
Fuck a white bitch, the Betsy kind, Double O, Cac'
She throwin' that ass, she blowin' minds, hol' up
No seatbelts, just hittin' lines, hol' up (Fuck it up)
She wanna go out for some rounds, hol' up
Free lil' Problem Child, huh
Homixide been goin' wild, hol' up (Fuck it)
Bih', keep that whole blunt (Ooh)
Huh, crash, hit that whole blunt (Hot), crank
Uh, hits, then I rolled up

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Can't do no love, I'm heartless (Yeah)
I'm still gon' fuck her regardless (Ayy, shh)
Don't talk, they made me a target (Target)
Had a price, the price had a bargain (Target)
And the label, we built that department (Yeah)
In the basement, it's bigger than Carnage (Ayy)
In the gardens, so big, I go farm it (Ayy)
It remind me, this shit never garnish (Let's go)
I like her lips sealed like my Actavis (Ac')
She gon' pop that shit, for real, ain't no practicin' (Pew-pew)
I flew that woe right out of London, but she African (Thick)
If I turn up, it's on purpose, not no accident (It's lit)
If it's not about a dollar, fuck a convo
Just popped a Adderall, I got that pronto (Ooh)
Just popped her pussy too
Yeah, like the Devil does (No)
I shoot to shoot, get you a combo (Doo-doo-doo)
That bitch my baby, she gon' suck me in the top-shelf
Suck this dick, my AP, now I'm wonderin', "Where my time go?"
I spend my luck (Woo), but live it like [?] (Hot)
Strip club, I make it rain, like fuck a poncho (Fuck it)