Playboi Carti and Lil Uzi Vert are two cornerstones of what has pejoratively been called “mumble rap,” but in reality, they are basically on opposite ends of the SoundCloud spectrum: Carti is impulse-driven, often in an appealing “no fucks given” way, and Uzi is adrenalized and tune-powered, highly choreographed and remarkably polished. In all of their team-ups, including “woke up like this*,” Uzi takes the lead and Carti fills the requisite space. The clash of their conflicting oddball styles makes for some unconventional hip-hop. Their latest collaboration, “Shoota,” from Carti’s surprise album, Die Lit, is no different, but the gap between them is shrinking. This is the closest they’ve ever come to being on the same page. Even so, “Shoota” is still a pleasantly weird little track that defies traditional song-making logic.

Another interesting change on Die Lit is the considerably high-volume amount of guest features. Lil’ Uzi Vert makes a return on the continuously swelling skyrocket “Shoota,” but he’s the only returning voice. This time, Carti is joined by an eclectic mix of collaborators, including Pi’erre, who picks up the mic for two tracks. For the most part, these collaborations don’t exactly mirror the slightness and simplicity of Carti’s rap style, and the contrast can either dilute the vibe or create an interesting dynamic.

Looking to highlight one of the early standouts, other than “Love Hurts” with Travis, here goes the song with Lil Uzi Vert called “Shoota,” which fans should appreciate. Over production from Maaly Raw, Uzi & Carti deliver another catchy & melodic street cut that finds Uzi handling the first & second verses, while Carti takes care of the chorus & 3rd verse.

Listen as the two rap about having shooters by their side & boast about their icy jewelry in this melodic follow up to “Bankroll.” Thoughts?

In the case of the Atlanta-reared 21-year-old hypebeast icon Playboi Carti, it is tempting to talk about his style as an exercise in destructing language—more than just about any other current hip-hop luminary off Soundcloud or on. But perhaps it’s most accurate to say that Carti’s music represents a radical and consummate collaborative vision, shared between him, his star-studded circle of sympathetic collaborators, and his strangely unimpeachable team of chosen producers.

With two albums in 13 months, Playboi Carti has transformed himself from the Jay Electronica of mumble rap to the JAY-Z of mumble rap. His second full-length, Die Lit, is a 19-track exercise in infectious repetitions and blown-out bass. And yet, buried in the warped sounds of the mostly Pi’erre Bourne-produced album sits “Shoota,” a gorgeous, gleaming collaboration with fellow punk-minded convention-breaker Lil Uzi Vert. Amidst the sumptuous haze of the rest of the project, “Shoota” sounds like a moment of clarity.

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah
Now, now is my time
Now is my time
Tha-tha-tha-th-th-that be Maaly Raw

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Everybody rock with me because I’m up now
Took your girl and I’ma score, like I made the touch-down
Swervin’ and the Lambo doors go up, not on the bus now
Used to want a G-Shock, now I’m walking with a bust down
Pull up and I’m flooding with an iced out watch
Whip it look like butter baby, pecan drop
Pecan drop, put that four in some drop
Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot
Got them rocks, diamond rocks, whip the pot
Suicide, 1600, that’s the block
Hit your girl that’s check free
She ain’t used to text me
Now she wanna caress me
She keep tryna neck me
I got’ tell my bestie, someone call my bestie
Think I found my bestie, link up make the check bleed
You know that I’m smoking dope, I’ll be high til’ next week
Know I had to let her go, ’cause she can’t arrest me

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Woke up with my toolie, what it do?
Meet me in the alley with the troops
I got red shooters, I got blue
Let that thing down then point at you
Bentley or that Rari, hoe, let’s choose
We gon’ the rob the bank, bring the loot
We gon’ take the boy back to school
Money on the floor just like some shoes

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Money on the floor just like some shoes
I’ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop (huh)
I’ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, (huh, yeah)
And I love my goons, (yeah) and I love my tool (yeah)
And I love my loot (yeah)
Fuck with me and you gon’ lose
Don’t talk to me just talk to my lil’ dude
Don’t talk to me just talk to my lil’ dude

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Woke up with my toolie, what it do?
Meet me in the ally with the troops
I got red shooters, I got blue
Let that thing down then point at you
Bentley or a Rari, ho, let’s choose
We gon’ the rob the bank, bring the loot
We gon’ take the boy back to school
Money on the floor just like some shoes


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