King Combs – Cartis (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

King Combs returns with a new single titled “Cartis”. Listen, watch the video, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song.

King Combs Cartis

King Combs did one song with Pop Smoke and, after that, there was no turning back.

He’s one of the stars on “Diana”, one of the many tracks that went viral from Pop Smoke’s posthumous debut album Shoot For The Stars, Aim For The Moon and, today, King Combs capitalizes on his momentum by dropping his new drill single “Cartis”.

The song is clearly influenced by the sounds in Brooklyn, London, and Chicago, with King Combs showing how he sounds over a drill beat. It’s undeniably hot until about a minute-and-a-half through, with Combs finishing with an extended spoken outro before one more chorus hits.

King Combs – Cartis

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Lyrics

I throw on my Cartis
I can’t see none of you niggas when I’m in the party
We sippin’ on DeLeon, we do not do Bacardi
I pull out the Rolls-Royce, I didn’t want the Rari
My bitch is a Barbie, her ass is retarded
I’m rockin’ this Dior shit, fly like Jeff Hardy
Dior, nigga, this not Ed Hardy
They asking me Chris if you fuck wit niggas, I tell ’em hardly

I’m smoking on carbon
I’m begging ya pardon
I got two bitches and they gay, shoutout to Marvin
I’m in the Wraith, I’m seeing space, bitch I’m a martian
I got a pool big as a lake, I bought a dolphin
[?] to coffin
Off the drugs she be coughing
I’m tired of flossing
I went crazy in Nordstroms
All these blue hunnids got these niggas sick, they feeling nauseous
You should be tired of hating on niggas I know you exhausted

I throw on my Cartis
I can’t see none of you niggas when I’m in the party
We sippin’ on DeLeon, we do not do Bacardi
I pull out the Rolls-Royce, I didn’t want the Rari
My bitch is a Barbie, her ass is retarded
I’m rockin’ this Dior shit, fly like Jeff Hardy
Dior, nigga, this not Ed Hardy
They asking me Chris if you fuck wit niggas, I tell ’em hardly

I throw on my Cartis
I can’t see none of you niggas when I’m in the party
We sippin’ on DeLeon, we do not do Bacardi
I pull out the Rolls-Royce, I didn’t want the Rari
My bitch is a Barbie, her ass is retarded
I’m rockin’ this Dior shit, fly like Jeff Hardy
Dior, nigga, this not Ed Hardy
They asking me Chris if you fuck wit niggas, I tell ’em hardly