[Ken Carson] Yeah, I´ve been sippin´ way too much drank, I think I need a new kidney
Every time I see a soda, I gotta pour some, I keep hittin´ And every time your bitch see me roll up, she reminisce about how I lick it I´m not your mans, I´m not your bro, don´t call my phone when it get sticky I don´t go nowhere, ayy, yeah, without my blicky I don´t got no opps out here, niggas just hate me, niggas just envy When I was in school, I had to ask on my mama, now, she stay with Fendi Remember I could not afford designer belts, now look at me, boy I got plenty Balenci´, Celine, Chanel My shooter, he dressed in designer, he ready to kill Put that lil´ boy on a plate, he get ate like a meal
All of these niggas be fake like a BBL But my bitch all real Yeah, my bitch just like a model, ooh He shot his shot but ain´t follow through, ooh Rick on my collar, ooh, ooh This is not Prada, ooh, ooh Yeah, she not a toddler, ooh, ooh But I call her baby She let me drive a lil´ Benz, now me and my friends slide in a Mercedes This a S550, nah, this not a Maybach, but yeah, it´s the latest [Ken Carson] I get money, I get racks, I get paid, bitch Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment If you try, you gon´ die where you lay, bitch None of my niggas won´t miss, let you feel how that K hit
I don´t know what´s on my kicks but it looks like I stepped in gravy Everybody rockin´ all black, I wanna be different so I´m rockin´ navy Lil´ boy, you should´ve signed to Opium, I laugh at that nigga, he slavin´ You ain´t get no money, you ain´t get no funds, I count that shit up and I´m savin´
[Ken Carson] I´m makin´ ten, twelve, fifteen times whatever these niggas be makin´ These niggas got it fucked up and these niggas be lyin´ These niggas be cappin´ on Instagram and Twitter Fuck a Tweet, fuck a post, nigga Talkin´ ´bout racks, I get the most, nigga Talkin´ ´bout hoes, I fuck the most, nigga
I fuck on that bitch, then I´m goin´ ghost You know you gotta keep your friends close, but your enemies closer That´s why I walk with a Glock .43 on my holster I put my bitch in Balenci´, I told her to take off that Fashion Nova And she got Givenchy striped boots on her feet, they come a lil´ closer
[ Ken Carson] Haha Yeah, yeah, yeah [Destroy Lonely] I put that ho in ALYX, yeah, then tell her, "Come closer," huh, yeah She say that she feelin´ me, yeah, she tell me, "Come over" Yeah, got a freak, I´m finna hit right now as soon as we over
Yeah, and I got some ice on me right now, lil´ shawty, I´m cold Huh, huh, I can´t leave my crib without my pole Huh, huh, I can´t leave the crib without my pole Huh, yeah, I count up these racks for sure, for shit, for show Yeah, huh, I get the racks for a show, then rock that show Yeah, I just pop my shit, then pop that ho Big bro still serving rocks, yeah, but please keep that on the low, yeah Shawty, I´m a rockstar, my guitar got a scope I´m rockin´ all black and my cross upside down, I´m not the Pope I´m smoking strong, I´m boolin´ with this model ho and she love coke I´m in Europe, shawty spent like twenty-five on a new coat
I´m gettin´ paid, lil´ shawty, I buy what I want up out that store If they in my way, then I´ma up that stick and let it go Huh, I been countin´ up like too much cash, enough on my roll Yeah, we been breakin´ the dash, this SRT been huggin´ the road Huh, she just wanna come and fuck on the gang, that´s for sure Yeah, I just wanna put some pointers all in the chain, for sure
[Ken Carson] I get money, I get racks, I get paid, bitch Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment If you try, you gon´ die where you lay, bitch None of my niggas won´t miss, let you feel how that K hit
I don´t know what´s on my kicks but it looks like I stepped in gravy Everybody rockin´ all black, I wanna be different so I´m rockin´ navy Lil´ boy, you should´ve signed to Opium, I laugh at that nigga, he slavin´ You ain´t get no money, you ain´t get no funds, I count that shit up and I´m savin´
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