“POP OUT” sets the tone for MUSIC, Playboi Carti’s long-anticipated third album. The track leans into an electrified rage sound, layered with distorted vocals and a grittier tone that fans have grown familiar with since his post-2021 leaks. Carti’s delivery feels raw, urgent — echoing the same vocal edge he brought to “FE!N” with Travis Scott. The song first surfaced during his 2023 Wireless Festival set and later shook stages at Rolling Loud Miami and Blockfest in Finland. From the first beat, it’s clear this isn’t just an opener — it’s a signal of where Carti’s evolving sound is headed.
Schyeah
Ay, Swamp
Swamp Izzo
Uh, I can't come to your party, I might come just to hurt you (schyeah, schyeah)
Ridin' in a new body, all of my hoes are murders (schyeah, schyeah)
I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (schyeah, schyeah)
I just bought that Hublot, I ain't scratch the surface (schyeah, schyeah)
Every time we pop out, got them bitches nervous (schyeah, schyeah)
Pop out (pop), pop (schyeah, schyeah)
Pop out, schyeah (schyeah, schyeah)
Pop, pop, pop, pop (schyeah)
Pop out (schyeah), pop (schyeah, ay)
(Schyeah, fuck you)
All-black mag, yeah, all-black bags, schyeah
Break his face, yeah, get him dead, yeah (swerve)
Fuck 'em all, yeah (swerve), tat my face, yeah (swerve)
Eat her pussy, yeah (swerve), say my grace, yeah (swerve)
In the brand-new Wraith, and it's all red, yeah
All my bitches burnt, yeah, they half-dead, yeah (swerve, swerve)
Off a Perc', yeah, out my shirt, yeah (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
He's a jerk, yeah, been a jerk, uh (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
Model ho, yeah, she dick jerk, yeah (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
I'm a reject, but I'm still turnt, yeah (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
Push the fuckin' dash 'til I see dirt, yeah (swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
I can't come to your party, I might come just to hurt you (schyeah)
Ridin' in a new body, all of my hoes are murders (schyeah)
I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (schyeah)
I just bought that Hublot, I ain't scratch the surface (schyeah)
Every time we pop out, got them bitches nervous (schyeah)
Pop out, pop (schyeah)
Pop out, schyeah (schyeah)
Pop it, pop, pop, pop (schyeah)
Pop out, pop (schyeah)
Ay, Swamp
What up, baby boy?
These fuck niggas ain't learned yet
I'm really in this motherfucker with this nigga right now, on my mama
Pop out
Pop
Playboi Carti’s MUSIC isn’t just loud — it’s layered. Tracks like “MOJO JOJO” and “COCAINE NOSE” dive deep into chaotic, high-energy production, while “I SEEEEEE YOU BABY BOI” taps into a more distorted, experimental zone. “TWIN TRIM” and “LIKE WEEZY” show off Carti’s ability to switch gears mid-album without losing momentum. Even “MUNYUN” and “DIS 1 GOT IT” bring moments of weird, off-kilter brilliance that keep fans replaying.
