(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Half of these niggas ain't never seen shit
And these bitches ain't seen shit neither
When she workout, she rockin' a track suit
It's Balenciaga Adidas
And this shit don't make no sense
How I went from broke to rich?
How the f*ck you want me now, back then act' like you ain't notice me? (Notice me, notice me)
Yeah, now I got diamonds, now I got these jewels
Now these hoes comin' in two
Now my pockets filled with cash
Bitch, I walk around with them blues, yeah
Lil' bitch I walk around with them blues now
Yeah
You know how I rock, cut off stacks
Keep kush in my pocket, they treat my swag just like a dub the way these niggas knock it
Bitch, I'm in that mode like Naruto, I'm Nine-Tails fox
I won't want that ho if she ain't bringin' nothin' to the table but her box
I been gettin' tired of f*ckin'
And I'm tired of being tired, shit, f*ck it
Everyday I ball out, I make sure I get a bucket
How the f*ck you don't know my middle name but you claim that you love me?
You don't love me (love me, love me)
I know you don't love me
If a bitch try me, it's gon' get real ugly
Yeah, she wanna leave, I'll let her leave if she already f*cked me, huh
I'm such an asshole
Money over everything, these niggas gon' fold before my cash fold
Every time I post on Instagram, I make 'em mad, oh
Every time I pop out, you know I'm with a new bad ho, whoa
And you can't relate 'cause what I been doin' lately feel so unreal
And I get depressed, but I know there's nobody that feel how I feel (how I feel, how I feel, how I feel)
Yeah, I respect the lil' killa tryna catch a kill
I remember way-way back in the day, we couldn't even afford no meal
What I spent on purple drank, I coulda paid your bills all for a year
I was Uberin' everywhere now it's two-twenty on my dash when I steer
Half of these niggas ain't never seen shit
And these bitches ain't seen shit neither
When she workout, she rockin' a track suit
It's Balenciaga Adidas
And they say love can never ever be forever
So I'm takin' advantage of the moment
Bitch I'm at the top, ain't got no opps, ain't got no opponents
When you at the top, and nobody there, it get real real lonely
Everybody say this ho ain't goin' here, wait 'til I walk up on her
And this shit don't make no sense, I'm rich, I was dead broke on the corner
And this shit don't make no sense
How I went from broke to rich?
How the f*ck you want me now, back then act' like you ain't notice me?
(Notice me, notice me, notice me, notice me)
Yeah, now I got diamonds, now I got these jewels
Now these hoes comin' in two
Now my pockets filled with cash
Bitch I walk around with them blues, yeah
Lil' bitch I walk around with them blues now
Yeah
You know how I rock, cut off stacks
Keep kush in my pocket
they treat my swag just like a dub the way these niggas knock it
Bitch, I'm in that mode like Naruto, I'm Nine-Tails fox
I won't want that ho if she ain't bringin' nothin' to the table but her box
Ken Carson - A Great Chaos Album Lyrics
Ken Carson - A Great Chaos Lyrics
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Pierre Thevenot, Richard Ortiz, Stefan Cismigiu
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Jennifers Body
F*ck
Two things I ain't ever seen
A nigga that beat a gun and a bitch I need
If I go broke, I'm takin' your funds, yeah, bitch, I need it
Gave you the whole book on how to get rich and you ain't even read it
Jennifer's Body, my bitch is a hottie, my bitch is a boy eater
She don't even want no food, this dick the only thing I feed her
This bitch a thot, ain't no way, huh, I'ma keep her
I made a hunnid K in a hunnid ways, 'cause that's what I keep it
Keep it a hunnid
I go dumb 'bout my money
And my trap jump like bungee
Flew her out to the Saint, I ain't talkin' Laurent
This ain't no facade baby girl, I don't do no stunts
You know I came far, huh, huh, I ain't have nothin'
I ain't got shit lil' bitch, my pockets had lint and dust
Now I put that shit on every day, bitch, it's a must
He ain't puttin' shit on, he just wanna dress like us
That's why I'm f*ckin' on his ho, I'm makin' her cuss
I'm all in that bitch throat, huh, I'm 'bout to bust
These niggas, huh, gettin' old, these niggas get rusty
I was on the south side of Atlanta with Lil' 88, that my cousin
They ask my why I'm clutchin', 'cause them niggas over there muggin'
Diamonds on my teeth, lil' bitch, I ain't smilin' for nothin'
VV-VV-VV's on my body and I know they bustin'
CC, BB, GG on her body, uh, that's my slut
Two things I ain't ever seen, a nigga that won't die and a bitch that I ain't gon' f*ck
Two things I ain't ever seen
A nigga that beat a gun and a bitch I need
If I go broke, I'm takin' your funds, yeah, bitch I need it
Gave you the whole book on how to get rich and you ain't even read it
Jennifer's Body, my bitch is a hottie, my bitch is a boy eater
She don't even want no food, this dick the only thing I feed her
This bitch a thot, ain't no way, huh, I'ma keep her
I made a hundred K in a hundred ways, 'cause that's what I keep it
Keep it a hunnid
Two things I ain't ever seen
A nigga that beat a gun and a bitch I need
If I go broke, I'm takin' your funds, yeah, bitch, I need it
Gave you the whole book on how to get rich and you ain't even read it
Jennifer's Body, my bitch is a hottie, my bitch is a boy eater
She don't even want no food, this dick the only thing I feed her
This bitch a thot, ain't no way, huh, I'ma keep her
I made a hunnid K in a hunnid ways, 'cause that's what I keep it
Keep it a hunnid
I go dumb 'bout my money
And my trap jump like bungee
Flew her out to the Saint, I ain't talkin' Laurent
This ain't no facade baby girl, I don't do no stunts
You know I came far, huh, huh, I ain't have nothin'
I ain't got shit lil' bitch, my pockets had lint and dust
Now I put that shit on every day, bitch, it's a must
He ain't puttin' shit on, he just wanna dress like us
That's why I'm f*ckin' on his ho, I'm makin' her cuss
I'm all in that bitch throat, huh, I'm 'bout to bust
These niggas, huh, gettin' old, these niggas get rusty
I was on the south side of Atlanta with Lil' 88, that my cousin
They ask my why I'm clutchin', 'cause them niggas over there muggin'
Diamonds on my teeth, lil' bitch, I ain't smilin' for nothin'
VV-VV-VV's on my body and I know they bustin'
CC, BB, GG on her body, uh, that's my slut
Two things I ain't ever seen, a nigga that won't die and a bitch that I ain't gon' f*ck
Two things I ain't ever seen
A nigga that beat a gun and a bitch I need
If I go broke, I'm takin' your funds, yeah, bitch I need it
Gave you the whole book on how to get rich and you ain't even read it
Jennifer's Body, my bitch is a hottie, my bitch is a boy eater
She don't even want no food, this dick the only thing I feed her
This bitch a thot, ain't no way, huh, I'ma keep her
I made a hundred K in a hundred ways, 'cause that's what I keep it
Keep it a hunnid
Writer: Kenneth Pannu, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr., Stefan Lucian Cismigiu
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fighting My Demons
Where the f*ck my blunt? Where the f*ck my cup? Where the f*ck my reefer?
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'm smokin' on kush
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'm smokin' on kush
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
You know I'ma chief 'em
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
You know I'ma chief-
I'm flyin' just like a eagle
Bitch cryin', I don't need her
.45, long heater
Hellcat big, two-seater
This bitch said she was hungry, this dick what I feed her
I'm on the block servin' entrees, yeah, three-fives a reefer
Yeah, yeah, you know I'ma keep 'em
Huh, huh, let me chief
All these hoes some eaters, huh, huh, they be eatin'
Cut the lights off, we gon' pull up creepin'
We got four sticks, we four deep, in the four door Jeep
My boy' trigger finger itchin', leave yo' brains on the seat
My trigger finger itchin', I feel like D-Wade with the Heat
Made him do the runnin' man, we sent some runnin' shots at his feet
I pop X, I pop X, yeah, yeah, I'm geeked
She pop X, she pop X, yeah, yeah, she sleep
Cullinan Rolls Royce, I'm 'bout to pull up to a meet
Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?
You or me?
(Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?)
You or me?
(Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?)
Yeah
(Star made the beat, I just took it out the oven)
Yeah
I been fighting my demons, huh
I been fighting my-, yeah
I been fighting my demons, huh
I been fighting my-, yeah
I been fighting my demons, huh
I been fighting my-, huh
I been fighting my demons, huh
I been fighting my-, huh, huh
I been fighting my demons, yeah
I been fighting my-, huh, huh
I been fighting my demons, yeah
I been fighting my-, yeah
I been fighting my demons, yeah
I been fighting my-, huh
I been fighting my demons, huh-yeah
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'm smokin' on kush
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'm smokin' on kush
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
You know I'ma chief 'em
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
You know I'ma chief-
I'm flyin' just like a eagle
Bitch cryin', I don't need her
.45, long heater
Hellcat big, two-seater
This bitch said she was hungry, this dick what I feed her
I'm on the block servin' entrees, yeah, three-fives a reefer
Yeah, yeah, you know I'ma keep 'em
Huh, huh, let me chief
All these hoes some eaters, huh, huh, they be eatin'
Cut the lights off, we gon' pull up creepin'
We got four sticks, we four deep, in the four door Jeep
My boy' trigger finger itchin', leave yo' brains on the seat
My trigger finger itchin', I feel like D-Wade with the Heat
Made him do the runnin' man, we sent some runnin' shots at his feet
I pop X, I pop X, yeah, yeah, I'm geeked
She pop X, she pop X, yeah, yeah, she sleep
Cullinan Rolls Royce, I'm 'bout to pull up to a meet
Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?
You or me?
(Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?)
You or me?
(Let's play Russian roulette, bitch, who gon' die first, you or me?)
Yeah
(Star made the beat, I just took it out the oven)
Yeah
I been fighting my demons, huh
I been fighting my-, yeah
I been fighting my demons, huh
I been fighting my-, yeah
I been fighting my demons, huh
I been fighting my-, huh
I been fighting my demons, huh
I been fighting my-, huh, huh
I been fighting my demons, yeah
I been fighting my-, huh, huh
I been fighting my demons, yeah
I been fighting my-, yeah
I been fighting my demons, yeah
I been fighting my-, huh
I been fighting my demons, huh-yeah
Writer: Anton Martin Mendo, Bart Van Hoewijk, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr., Olle Elvis Zijstra, Tobias Dekker, Warren Hunter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Singapore
(8-808)
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Walk in Magic City with a hunnid, threw the whole thing
I got rich before I turned twenty-three like LeBron James
Copped the Bentley Mulsanne, yeah, just to switch lanes
Copped the new SVJ, yeah, just to lose brain
I copped new jewels, this a Stephen Curry tennis chain
Thirty pointers, every night, yeah, me and yo' bitch droppin' thirty pointers
Takin' flights, yeah, with yo' bitch, we in Singapore
I'm that type of nigga post yo' bitch, and you can't ignore
Now when everybody see that bitch, they like, "Oh, there go Ken Carson's whore"
Yeah, I get fly like a raven, but a nigga not in Baltimore
When you talk to me, you talking to money because I'm a walking ATM
Sold out tour, damn, they should've booked a stadium
She like, "Ain't you Ken Carson? Ain't you X?" Hell yeah, that's him
I got guns bigger than these niggas, I could never be scared of them
He was talking real tough, 'til a nigga shot that lead at him
I get higher than a UFO, bitch, I'm an alien
I just got this ho from the Middle East, she Israelian
I just made a hundred thousand, stuffed it in some raver pants (Yeah)
I just got a paper cut from countin' all this paper, man
I come through, I'm dressed in all black like I was Satan, man
I just make one call like Ken Nugent ain't no savin' him
And they like "Lonely rich as f*ck, I guess we should hate on him"
Huh, but I give no f*cks, I'm overseas and I did Balenci' my jeans
Huh, I called a brand new ho, she a freak, and she tryna eat my team
Huh, Alex Moss just did my ring, I make 'em kiss my ring
Yeah, she suck me clean, I make her spit just like Listerine
Yeah, I pulled off in a Ghost, baby, like a mystery
Huh, a real big dawg, you ain't seen nothin' as big as me
They say they get as paid as me, but I agree to disagree
Itchin-itchin' for that paper, huh, money come to me
My trigger finger itchin' for a halo and I'm finna squeeze
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Walk in Magic City with a hunnid, threw the whole thing
I got rich before I turned twenty-three, like LeBron James
Copped the Bentley Mulsanne, yeah, just to switch lanes
Copped the new SVJ, yeah, just to lose brain
I copped new jewels, this a Stephen Curry tennis chain
Thirty pointers, every night, yeah, me and yo' bitch droppin' thirty pointers
Takin' flights, yeah, with yo' bitch, we in Singapore
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Walk in Magic City with a hunnid, threw the whole thing
I got rich before I turned twenty-three like LeBron James
Copped the Bentley Mulsanne, yeah, just to switch lanes
Copped the new SVJ, yeah, just to lose brain
I copped new jewels, this a Stephen Curry tennis chain
Thirty pointers, every night, yeah, me and yo' bitch droppin' thirty pointers
Takin' flights, yeah, with yo' bitch, we in Singapore
I'm that type of nigga post yo' bitch, and you can't ignore
Now when everybody see that bitch, they like, "Oh, there go Ken Carson's whore"
Yeah, I get fly like a raven, but a nigga not in Baltimore
When you talk to me, you talking to money because I'm a walking ATM
Sold out tour, damn, they should've booked a stadium
She like, "Ain't you Ken Carson? Ain't you X?" Hell yeah, that's him
I got guns bigger than these niggas, I could never be scared of them
He was talking real tough, 'til a nigga shot that lead at him
I get higher than a UFO, bitch, I'm an alien
I just got this ho from the Middle East, she Israelian
I just made a hundred thousand, stuffed it in some raver pants (Yeah)
I just got a paper cut from countin' all this paper, man
I come through, I'm dressed in all black like I was Satan, man
I just make one call like Ken Nugent ain't no savin' him
And they like "Lonely rich as f*ck, I guess we should hate on him"
Huh, but I give no f*cks, I'm overseas and I did Balenci' my jeans
Huh, I called a brand new ho, she a freak, and she tryna eat my team
Huh, Alex Moss just did my ring, I make 'em kiss my ring
Yeah, she suck me clean, I make her spit just like Listerine
Yeah, I pulled off in a Ghost, baby, like a mystery
Huh, a real big dawg, you ain't seen nothin' as big as me
They say they get as paid as me, but I agree to disagree
Itchin-itchin' for that paper, huh, money come to me
My trigger finger itchin' for a halo and I'm finna squeeze
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Walk in Magic City with a hunnid, threw the whole thing
I got rich before I turned twenty-three, like LeBron James
Copped the Bentley Mulsanne, yeah, just to switch lanes
Copped the new SVJ, yeah, just to lose brain
I copped new jewels, this a Stephen Curry tennis chain
Thirty pointers, every night, yeah, me and yo' bitch droppin' thirty pointers
Takin' flights, yeah, with yo' bitch, we in Singapore
Writer: LBW, BOBBY SANDIMANIE III, JALAN ANTHONY LOWE, KENYATTA FRAZIER JR., NICK SPIDERS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lose It
Molly, jaw locking I can't feel shit
I been popping pills all year, yeah
She been popping pussy like a pill, yeah
I say f*ck the block, I'm in the hills with the shit
I'm still livin' hood, but you know a nigga rich
I be lowkey, but you know I'm with the shits
I put binaries on all my new sticks
All my hand guns, huh, huh, came with switches
My opps ain't on nun', yeah, yeah, they all some bitches
C-O-D, U-A-V, I got the drop on all them bitches
I'm on hots, I'm with thots when I'm in yo' city
Blacked out, Opiumed out, full Rick
Diamonds everywhere, yeah, this a full kit
I'm all in her, yeah, yeah, this a full bitch
I know she can tell, I been going through it
Yeah, I been going through it
The only way I express myself is through my music
Please don't push me to the edge
Yeah, I'm 'bout to lose it
I'm 'bout to lose it
I'm 'bout to lose it
I'm 'bout to lose it
I'm 'bout to lose it
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'on open doors for no hoes, I'm disrespectful
If I'on wanna talk, I'll let my choppa tell you a lecture
Let the choppa walk like a dog, it's gon' fetch you
He said that he fell off, but I make them .223's catch 'em
She know I got them racks
It ain't none for me to catch him
I been going through it
Me and all my hoes been getting to it
VETEMENTS, New Rock, yeah, on my toes, these ain't no Louis
Even though I been swagging, I been still going through it, yeah
Molly, jaw locking I can't feel shit
I been popping pills all year, yeah
She been popping pussy like a pill, yeah
I say f*ck the block, I'm in the hills with the shit
I'm still livin' hood, but you know a nigga rich
I be lowkey, but you know I'm with the shits
I put binaries on all my new sticks
I been popping pills all year, yeah
She been popping pussy like a pill, yeah
I say f*ck the block, I'm in the hills with the shit
I'm still livin' hood, but you know a nigga rich
I be lowkey, but you know I'm with the shits
I put binaries on all my new sticks
All my hand guns, huh, huh, came with switches
My opps ain't on nun', yeah, yeah, they all some bitches
C-O-D, U-A-V, I got the drop on all them bitches
I'm on hots, I'm with thots when I'm in yo' city
Blacked out, Opiumed out, full Rick
Diamonds everywhere, yeah, this a full kit
I'm all in her, yeah, yeah, this a full bitch
I know she can tell, I been going through it
Yeah, I been going through it
The only way I express myself is through my music
Please don't push me to the edge
Yeah, I'm 'bout to lose it
I'm 'bout to lose it
I'm 'bout to lose it
I'm 'bout to lose it
I'm 'bout to lose it
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'on open doors for no hoes, I'm disrespectful
If I'on wanna talk, I'll let my choppa tell you a lecture
Let the choppa walk like a dog, it's gon' fetch you
He said that he fell off, but I make them .223's catch 'em
She know I got them racks
It ain't none for me to catch him
I been going through it
Me and all my hoes been getting to it
VETEMENTS, New Rock, yeah, on my toes, these ain't no Louis
Even though I been swagging, I been still going through it, yeah
Molly, jaw locking I can't feel shit
I been popping pills all year, yeah
She been popping pussy like a pill, yeah
I say f*ck the block, I'm in the hills with the shit
I'm still livin' hood, but you know a nigga rich
I be lowkey, but you know I'm with the shits
I put binaries on all my new sticks
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Hardcore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore (star made the beat, I just took it out the oven)
Hardcore, hardcore
I'm mad deep, in this bitch, I feel her heart
They put 'em in the casket 'cause he was sellin' fake narcs
MexikoDro, my boy gon' let it go, leave you at the park
He was talkin' that shit, then he got hit quick, we put him on the charts
Bullseye, I just hit my target, just like darts
He clout chasin', huh, he want fame, we gon' turn him to a star
5.56, filled with .223, these bullets go far
F*ck a rat, if you snitch on me, I'ma swiss cheese your car
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore (star made the beat, I just took it out the oven)
Hardcore
He think he hard but it ain't hard to step on a nail
She think I'm green, huh, this bitch think I'm kale
I flew a bitch overseas 'cause she need a tan, yeah, she gettin' pale
As soon as she land, yeah, she gettin' railed, as soon as she land
I'm catchin' a body, I'm catchin' her body, I'm catchin' that shit (catchin' that shit)
I'm in the bank, lil' bitch, she fishin', catchin' this dick
I nutted on her face, now she rockin' an eyepatch like Slick Rick
I'm cold hearted, I rolled a blunt, popped a G6, lil' bitch, I'm just gettin' started
This bitch a groupie, yeah, she keep askin', "Where Playboi Carti?"
I'm goin' stupid, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm goin re-, yeah
I'on pop no Xans, man
He was poppin' on IG Live, but in real life, that shit ain't transcend
If the push wanna come outside, then we gon' catch his lil' mans then
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, yeah
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore (star made the beat, I just took it out the oven)
Hardcore, hardcore
I'm mad deep, in this bitch, I feel her heart
They put 'em in the casket 'cause he was sellin' fake narcs
MexikoDro, my boy gon' let it go, leave you at the park
He was talkin' that shit, then he got hit quick, we put him on the charts
Bullseye, I just hit my target, just like darts
He clout chasin', huh, he want fame, we gon' turn him to a star
5.56, filled with .223, these bullets go far
F*ck a rat, if you snitch on me, I'ma swiss cheese your car
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore (star made the beat, I just took it out the oven)
Hardcore
He think he hard but it ain't hard to step on a nail
She think I'm green, huh, this bitch think I'm kale
I flew a bitch overseas 'cause she need a tan, yeah, she gettin' pale
As soon as she land, yeah, she gettin' railed, as soon as she land
I'm catchin' a body, I'm catchin' her body, I'm catchin' that shit (catchin' that shit)
I'm in the bank, lil' bitch, she fishin', catchin' this dick
I nutted on her face, now she rockin' an eyepatch like Slick Rick
I'm cold hearted, I rolled a blunt, popped a G6, lil' bitch, I'm just gettin' started
This bitch a groupie, yeah, she keep askin', "Where Playboi Carti?"
I'm goin' stupid, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm goin re-, yeah
I'on pop no Xans, man
He was poppin' on IG Live, but in real life, that shit ain't transcend
If the push wanna come outside, then we gon' catch his lil' mans then
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, hardcore
Hardcore, yeah
Writer: Anton Martin Mendo, Arman Andican, Christopher Quillin, Ethan Andrade, Kenyatta Lee Jr. Frazier
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Me N My Kup
(8-808)
You ain't ever play with me, I'm on some other shit, like
(Star made the beat, I just took it out the oven)
Some whole other shit, like
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
It's just me and my cup in this bitch
DRKSHDW all on my Rick
VVS all on my wrist
I bought an Uzi today, and it's already hot and it come with a cooling kit
She ain't f*ck with me back then, but wanna f*ck with me now, huh, I'm cool, lil' bitch
Huh, let's go hit a lick
Huh, let's go do a drill
I heard he got a mill' in his crib, and he stay up in the hills (8-808)
We don't give a f*ck who you is, we don't give a f*ck how you feel
We don't give a f*ck how you feel, we don't give no f*cks
I copped a Mercedes, I ditched that AMG, I'm ridin' a G-Wagon Truck
I just might go buy the SVJ, 'cause I like how the doors go up
My boy he be catchin' them bodies, he catchin' them bodies, I'm watching the scores go up
Yo' gang probably caught a few bodies, but I ain't worried about it, 'cause we droppin' more than them
Step on shit like Timbs, pull up with a FN Five-seveN, that bih' take off limbs
I just popped a private jet G6, I'm 'bout to take off, yeah
They like, "Hold up, hold up, hold up, you boutta take off right here"
I'm boutta take off
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with me when it come to swag, huh, I'm passin' it out
Shawty got no respect when it come to that ass, huh, she passin' it out
I be VET-VET-VET-VETEMENTS from head to toe, even the sock
I got every Balenciaga boots, except for the Crocs
Rick Owens all over my, Rick Owens all over me
Maison Francis cologne, got this hoe all over me
I pulled up to my show, rock out this bitch, then I leave
I don't f*ck with these niggas, like they got a disease
Trapper wrap around, huh-huh, I got what you need
I got this bitch, her name Chanel, and all she rocks is Double C
I got this bitch named Gabrielle and all she rocks Double G
I took my other bitch to Louis Vuitton and bought everything, yeah
If it's up then it's stuck, leave it in the air
Missionary, her legs up, I got them in the air
This bitch a freak, this bitch let me f*ck her anywhere
She tryna whip it out in front of my partner, she don't even care
I'm elite with these hoes
I put a bitch in her place, I tell a bitch where to go
If I tell that lil' bitch to dance, she gon' tango
If I tell her to paint me a picture, she gon' Van Gogh
She insane with the throat
She insane with-
I tell her she's insane if she don't let the gang hit
I pass her to the gang, yeah, just like James, nigga
I be killin' that pussy, now I'm killin that pussy, feel like John Wayne, nigga
Nigga talkin that, huh, and all he heard was a bang, nigga
Give a f*ck who you f*ck with, as long as you don't f*ck with my gang, nigga
Give a f*ck who you f*ck with, as long as you don't f*ck with my gang, nigga
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
It's just me and my cup in this bitch
DRKSHDW all on my Rick
VVS all on my wrist
I bought an Uzi today, and it's already hot and it come with a cooling kit
She ain't f*ck with me back then, but wanna f*ck with me now, huh, I'm cool, lil' bitch
Huh, let's go hit a lick
Huh, let's go do a drill
I heard he got a mill' in his crib, and he stay up in the hills
We don't give a f*ck who you is, we don't give a f*ck how you feel
We don't give a f*ck how you feel, we don't give no f*cks
You ain't ever play with me, I'm on some other shit, like
(Star made the beat, I just took it out the oven)
Some whole other shit, like
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
It's just me and my cup in this bitch
DRKSHDW all on my Rick
VVS all on my wrist
I bought an Uzi today, and it's already hot and it come with a cooling kit
She ain't f*ck with me back then, but wanna f*ck with me now, huh, I'm cool, lil' bitch
Huh, let's go hit a lick
Huh, let's go do a drill
I heard he got a mill' in his crib, and he stay up in the hills (8-808)
We don't give a f*ck who you is, we don't give a f*ck how you feel
We don't give a f*ck how you feel, we don't give no f*cks
I copped a Mercedes, I ditched that AMG, I'm ridin' a G-Wagon Truck
I just might go buy the SVJ, 'cause I like how the doors go up
My boy he be catchin' them bodies, he catchin' them bodies, I'm watching the scores go up
Yo' gang probably caught a few bodies, but I ain't worried about it, 'cause we droppin' more than them
Step on shit like Timbs, pull up with a FN Five-seveN, that bih' take off limbs
I just popped a private jet G6, I'm 'bout to take off, yeah
They like, "Hold up, hold up, hold up, you boutta take off right here"
I'm boutta take off
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with me when it come to swag, huh, I'm passin' it out
Shawty got no respect when it come to that ass, huh, she passin' it out
I be VET-VET-VET-VETEMENTS from head to toe, even the sock
I got every Balenciaga boots, except for the Crocs
Rick Owens all over my, Rick Owens all over me
Maison Francis cologne, got this hoe all over me
I pulled up to my show, rock out this bitch, then I leave
I don't f*ck with these niggas, like they got a disease
Trapper wrap around, huh-huh, I got what you need
I got this bitch, her name Chanel, and all she rocks is Double C
I got this bitch named Gabrielle and all she rocks Double G
I took my other bitch to Louis Vuitton and bought everything, yeah
If it's up then it's stuck, leave it in the air
Missionary, her legs up, I got them in the air
This bitch a freak, this bitch let me f*ck her anywhere
She tryna whip it out in front of my partner, she don't even care
I'm elite with these hoes
I put a bitch in her place, I tell a bitch where to go
If I tell that lil' bitch to dance, she gon' tango
If I tell her to paint me a picture, she gon' Van Gogh
She insane with the throat
She insane with-
I tell her she's insane if she don't let the gang hit
I pass her to the gang, yeah, just like James, nigga
I be killin' that pussy, now I'm killin that pussy, feel like John Wayne, nigga
Nigga talkin that, huh, and all he heard was a bang, nigga
Give a f*ck who you f*ck with, as long as you don't f*ck with my gang, nigga
Give a f*ck who you f*ck with, as long as you don't f*ck with my gang, nigga
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
It's just me and my cup in this bitch
DRKSHDW all on my Rick
VVS all on my wrist
I bought an Uzi today, and it's already hot and it come with a cooling kit
She ain't f*ck with me back then, but wanna f*ck with me now, huh, I'm cool, lil' bitch
Huh, let's go hit a lick
Huh, let's go do a drill
I heard he got a mill' in his crib, and he stay up in the hills
We don't give a f*ck who you is, we don't give a f*ck how you feel
We don't give a f*ck how you feel, we don't give no f*cks
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Jalan Anthony Lowe, Anton Martin Mendo, Warren Hunter, LEGION
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Its Over
(8-808)
(Star boy, you're my hero)
Got my pants fallin', hundred racks in my britches, huh
Got my pants fallin', these racks in my britches, yeah
Got my pants fallin', these racks in my britches, yeah
They got my pants fallin'
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'm four pockets full, but I'm not Lil' Baby
F*ck that bitch, off the X pill, she thought I was gon' save her
I put Forgiato's on the wheels of my new Mercedes
I'll pull up to yo' moshpit for a hundred K
I beat the trap out like an 808
I beat the pack out like an 808
I beat her back out like an 808, yeah, yeah
I just switched the color of my hair
Blonde shit, I got this blonde bitch tryna suck me
She go blonde, yeah, she goin' dumb, yeah, this bitch goin' Legally Blonde, yeah
We havin' fun, yeah
I'm 'bout to pass her to my bro, yeah
I unfold the Kel-Tec and it'll fold ya
I'm dressed in all black, yeah, just like Folgers
I'm a real rockstar, these niggas be posers
I crack the seal of Wock', and pour the eighth in the soda
And it's over
Yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over
Yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over
Yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over
No cap, yeah
(Star boy, you're my hero)
Got my pants fallin', hundred racks in my britches, huh
Got my pants fallin', these racks in my britches, yeah
Got my pants fallin', these racks in my britches, yeah
They got my pants fallin'
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I'm four pockets full, but I'm not Lil' Baby
F*ck that bitch, off the X pill, she thought I was gon' save her
I put Forgiato's on the wheels of my new Mercedes
I'll pull up to yo' moshpit for a hundred K
I beat the trap out like an 808
I beat the pack out like an 808
I beat her back out like an 808, yeah, yeah
I just switched the color of my hair
Blonde shit, I got this blonde bitch tryna suck me
She go blonde, yeah, she goin' dumb, yeah, this bitch goin' Legally Blonde, yeah
We havin' fun, yeah
I'm 'bout to pass her to my bro, yeah
I unfold the Kel-Tec and it'll fold ya
I'm dressed in all black, yeah, just like Folgers
I'm a real rockstar, these niggas be posers
I crack the seal of Wock', and pour the eighth in the soda
And it's over
Yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over
Yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over
Yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over
No cap, yeah
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Succubus
(Wake up-)
Yeah-ah, yeah-ah
Yeah-ah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah
My emo bitch like to slit her wrists, yeah, she's so dark
She was moving too fast, I had to put that bitch in park
She said "Boy, don't start with me," but I already started
How you let your ex drive you crazy, and he ain't got no car? Yeah-ah
If this ain't Heaven, this bitch goin' to hell
This bitch a succubus, she suck me, yeah
Yeah-ah, yeah
I'm off the shits right now, these drugs got me talking sideways
I can't control myself, I'm doing the opposite of what my mind say
I can't find the exit, huh, huh, I'm on the highway
But I just found a bitch that'll let me help her, yeah, my way (my way)
And me and that bitch do whatever I say
Bitch, I'm not Tom, but I need my space (my space, yeah)
Don't be afraid, if you want to leave, don't let me get in your way
If you want to try something new, that's okay (that's okay)
Make your own decisions, I'm not phased
Just like Lil Uzi, baby girl, my love is rage
And I can fully understand if you can't deal with it
Every time I switch time frames, I text a ho like, "I'm in your city"
She wanna f*ck me, I wanna f*ck her, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, she with it
I'm off the lean, she off the Casamigos and she 'bout to get it
Shawty fell in love with my swag, and now she takin' off my Rick
Why your ho staring so hard? I'm 'bout to take off with your bitch
These niggas be talking like Phineas, but I'm like Ferb, I don't say shit
Yeah, I heard the word, but before I repeat it, I'ma forget it
Raf Simons swag, the pants pleated, the sweater knitted
Every time she pop out, yeah, yeah, they know that's my bitch
Every time I pop out, it's a party, yeah, it's lit
My emo bitch like to slit her wrists, yeah, she's so dark
She was moving too fast, I had to put that bitch in park
She said, "Boy don't start with me" but I already started
How you let your ex drive you crazy, and he ain't got no car? Yeah-ah
If this ain't Heaven, this bitch goin' to hell
This bitch a succubus, she suck me, yeah
Yeah-ah, yeah
Yeah-ah, yeah-ah
Yeah-ah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah
My emo bitch like to slit her wrists, yeah, she's so dark
She was moving too fast, I had to put that bitch in park
She said "Boy, don't start with me," but I already started
How you let your ex drive you crazy, and he ain't got no car? Yeah-ah
If this ain't Heaven, this bitch goin' to hell
This bitch a succubus, she suck me, yeah
Yeah-ah, yeah
I'm off the shits right now, these drugs got me talking sideways
I can't control myself, I'm doing the opposite of what my mind say
I can't find the exit, huh, huh, I'm on the highway
But I just found a bitch that'll let me help her, yeah, my way (my way)
And me and that bitch do whatever I say
Bitch, I'm not Tom, but I need my space (my space, yeah)
Don't be afraid, if you want to leave, don't let me get in your way
If you want to try something new, that's okay (that's okay)
Make your own decisions, I'm not phased
Just like Lil Uzi, baby girl, my love is rage
And I can fully understand if you can't deal with it
Every time I switch time frames, I text a ho like, "I'm in your city"
She wanna f*ck me, I wanna f*ck her, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, she with it
I'm off the lean, she off the Casamigos and she 'bout to get it
Shawty fell in love with my swag, and now she takin' off my Rick
Why your ho staring so hard? I'm 'bout to take off with your bitch
These niggas be talking like Phineas, but I'm like Ferb, I don't say shit
Yeah, I heard the word, but before I repeat it, I'ma forget it
Raf Simons swag, the pants pleated, the sweater knitted
Every time she pop out, yeah, yeah, they know that's my bitch
Every time I pop out, it's a party, yeah, it's lit
My emo bitch like to slit her wrists, yeah, she's so dark
She was moving too fast, I had to put that bitch in park
She said, "Boy don't start with me" but I already started
How you let your ex drive you crazy, and he ain't got no car? Yeah-ah
If this ain't Heaven, this bitch goin' to hell
This bitch a succubus, she suck me, yeah
Yeah-ah, yeah
Writer: Arman Andican, Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Richard Ortiz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Paranoid
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
And the Kel-Tec'll make a nigga flip like gymnastics
I f*ck Barbie bitches, yeah, yeah, all my hoes plastic
All my hoes know how to act, all my hoes classy
All my hoes f*ck me like they life on the line
She f*ckin' with the gang, yeah, she know every gang sign
If I call her, she gon' pull up, yeah, every time
I got one in the head, yeah, of my .9
I'm paranoid, I'll take your life, yeah, before you take mine
Yeah, I'm paranoid
Yeah, I'm paranoid
I got white diamonds and they colder than Illinois
I like freak hoes, they ain't f*ckin' with y'all boys
I do free throws, I've been ballin' with no court
Lil' nigga, be quiet, you ain't makin' no noise
And my weed way louder than a speaker, lil' boy
Lil' shawty tryna f*ck on me 'cause she know I been the boy
I been havin' cash, I been gettin' money, yeah, boy
I'm in a Trackhawk, I do supercharging to it
My FN souped-up, this is not a toy
And I need my money first, before you proceed to move forward
And I got your ho on her knees, 'cause she know she just met the Lord
And the Kel-Tec'll make a nigga flip like gymnastics
I f*ck Barbie bitches, yeah, yeah, all my hoes plastic
All my hoes know how to act, all my hoes classy
All my hoes f*ck me like they life on the line
She f*ckin' with the gang, yeah, she know every gang sign
If I call her, she gon' pull up, yeah, every time
I got one in the head, yeah, of my .9
I'm paranoid, I'll take your life, yeah, before you take mine
Yeah, I'm paranoid
Huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
And the Kel-Tec'll make a nigga flip like gymnastics
I f*ck Barbie bitches, yeah, yeah, all my hoes plastic
All my hoes know how to act, all my hoes classy
All my hoes f*ck me like they life on the line
She f*ckin' with the gang, yeah, she know every gang sign
If I call her, she gon' pull up, yeah, every time
I got one in the head, yeah, of my .9
I'm paranoid, I'll take your life, yeah, before you take mine
Yeah, I'm paranoid
Yeah, I'm paranoid
I got white diamonds and they colder than Illinois
I like freak hoes, they ain't f*ckin' with y'all boys
I do free throws, I've been ballin' with no court
Lil' nigga, be quiet, you ain't makin' no noise
And my weed way louder than a speaker, lil' boy
Lil' shawty tryna f*ck on me 'cause she know I been the boy
I been havin' cash, I been gettin' money, yeah, boy
I'm in a Trackhawk, I do supercharging to it
My FN souped-up, this is not a toy
And I need my money first, before you proceed to move forward
And I got your ho on her knees, 'cause she know she just met the Lord
And the Kel-Tec'll make a nigga flip like gymnastics
I f*ck Barbie bitches, yeah, yeah, all my hoes plastic
All my hoes know how to act, all my hoes classy
All my hoes f*ck me like they life on the line
She f*ckin' with the gang, yeah, she know every gang sign
If I call her, she gon' pull up, yeah, every time
I got one in the head, yeah, of my .9
I'm paranoid, I'll take your life, yeah, before you take mine
Yeah, I'm paranoid
Writer: Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr., Pierre Thevenot, Richard Ortiz, Stefan Lucian Cismigiu
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Pots
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Pull up, then I swerve
Ain't got no pancakes, but I been pouring out the syrup
My twin ready to blitz, all I gotta do is say the word
He really ain't on shit, that boy just chirping like a bird
He think I want his bitch, don't want his bitch, she get curved
I mean, I ain't want his bitch until I seen the way she twerk
I just caught a body, I just killed the pussy, yeah I murk
I be countin' money all day, ayy, my hands hurt
I'm tryna get inside her body, like a serve
He tryna get some money, but it ain't work
F*ck these niggas, f*ck these bitches, they ain't worth shit
I had to cut you off, 'cause you ain't worth it
She said I look good on Instagram, but I look better in person
She asked me why my cross upside down, I told her I'm cursed
I know she really don't give no f*cks, she just want me to buy her a purse
If you're scared, read a book or go to church
I spend that dogshit and I don't never get reimbursed
Before I ever miss bitch, she gon' miss me first
She said she want some Ken Carson, to come quench her thirst
She thought she was grabbin' my dick, but she was grabbin' on my .30
I'm f*ckin' on a MILF, yeah, ain't these bitches like thirty?
Chrome Heart glasses on my face, got me lookin' nerdy
He thought I ain't know where he stay, and I pull up swervin'
Pull up, then I swerve
Ain't got no pancakes, but I been pouring out the syrup
My twin ready to blitz, all I gotta do is say the word
He really ain't on shit, that boy just chirping like a bird
He think I want his bitch, don't want his bitch, she get curved
I mean, I ain't want his bitch until I seen the way she twerk
I just caught a body, I just killed the pussy, yeah I murk
I be countin' money all day, ayy, my hands hurt
Pull up, then I swerve
Ain't got no pancakes, but I been pouring out the syrup
My twin ready to blitz, all I gotta do is say the word
He really ain't on shit, that boy just chirping like a bird
He think I want his bitch, don't want his bitch, she get curved
I mean, I ain't want his bitch until I seen the way she twerk
I just caught a body, I just killed the pussy, yeah I murk
I be countin' money all day, ayy, my hands hurt
I'm tryna get inside her body, like a serve
He tryna get some money, but it ain't work
F*ck these niggas, f*ck these bitches, they ain't worth shit
I had to cut you off, 'cause you ain't worth it
She said I look good on Instagram, but I look better in person
She asked me why my cross upside down, I told her I'm cursed
I know she really don't give no f*cks, she just want me to buy her a purse
If you're scared, read a book or go to church
I spend that dogshit and I don't never get reimbursed
Before I ever miss bitch, she gon' miss me first
She said she want some Ken Carson, to come quench her thirst
She thought she was grabbin' my dick, but she was grabbin' on my .30
I'm f*ckin' on a MILF, yeah, ain't these bitches like thirty?
Chrome Heart glasses on my face, got me lookin' nerdy
He thought I ain't know where he stay, and I pull up swervin'
Pull up, then I swerve
Ain't got no pancakes, but I been pouring out the syrup
My twin ready to blitz, all I gotta do is say the word
He really ain't on shit, that boy just chirping like a bird
He think I want his bitch, don't want his bitch, she get curved
I mean, I ain't want his bitch until I seen the way she twerk
I just caught a body, I just killed the pussy, yeah I murk
I be countin' money all day, ayy, my hands hurt
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Stefan Cismigiu, Clif Shayne
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Like This
Balmain jeans fit like this (Balmain jeans fit like this)
Why my jeans fit like this? (Why my jeans fit like this?)
Why my jeans fit like this? (Why my jeans fit like this?)
Balmain jeans fit like this (whoa)
Why my shirt fit like this? Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Why my shirt fit like this? Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Why my shirt fit like this? Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Why my shirt fit like this? Huh, hu-uh, ayy
Why my bitch look like this? Huh, shit
Why my bitch look like this? Huh, shit
Why my bitch look like this? Huh, shit
Why my bitch look like this? Huh, shit
Why make a hit like this? Huh, what? (I don't know)
Why make a hit like this? Huh, shit (what you on?)
Why make a hit like this? Huh, wait (let's go)
We make hit after hit, huh, wait
If I move, I won't move, huh, huh, without my cutter
If I move, I won't move, woah, woah, without my brother
I'm f*cking on a MILF right now, I'm a motherf*cker
She got them full lips, I call her DSL, them dicksuckers (hahaha)
She tryna f*ck my partner, she a vamp, she a bloodsucker (ah)
I sip Wock', not water, yeah, lil' shawty, I'm a mud sipper (yeah)
If her pussy water, I might have to go ahead and tip her
Big-ass VV diamonds, they keep sayin' that I'm swaggin' sick
I got all these lights on me, she tryna suck my popsicle (bah)
Huh, Balenciaga, shoppin' baby, real poppin' shit
She think I'm Illuminati, I am not a average type nigga (what?)
All my bitches got bodies, so I guess I f*cked after niggas (huh)
White diamond my body, let my white bitch say, "Nigga"
Only let her do that when she ride my f*ckin' big ripper
How you got sticks like this? (How you got motherf*ckin' sticks like this? Like this)
Huh, what?
How you got switches like this? (How you got motherf*ckin'- fah-fah-fah-fah-fah)
Huh, what?
How you rock Rick like this? (How you rock Rick like this? Rick, Rick)
Huh, what?
How she suck my dick like this? (How she suck my dick like this? Dick, dick, dick)
Huh, what?
I'm a rockstar like KISS, yeah, yeah (I'm a rockstar like KISS, yeah, yeah)
This rabbit fur on my jacket, bitch, this not Mohair (this not Mohair, this not Marni)
Designer clothes and E6, I be rocking the belt (yeah)
My swag shit got like a sixty, these niggas don't know what to wear (what?)
I'm boolin' with my thot, that's that ho over there (ooh)
If you see me in somethin' twice, I got two or more pairs (yeah)
If I hit her once or twice, then I gotta throw that bitch in the air (whoa)
I got your bitch in my room, she shakin' the ass, she throw it in the air (I got your bitch in my room)
These niggas not having no hoes (these niggas ain't having no hoes)
I'm having, I'm havin' some right here, some right there
I really ain't worried 'bout hoes, 'cause I'm getting money, no, I do not care (let's go)
I cannot worry 'bout hoes, 'cause I just poured lean just right in the Crush (Crush)
I asked her would she rather cry on the back of a Rolls Royce, back of a bus (bus, bus)
I claim that Werewolf Gang, but tell all my Vamps all the plans on the hush (shh)
I f*cked a virgin bitch, I put my dick in her, now shit, it got stuck (whoa)
I f*cked a cougar bitch, I f*cked on that pussy and knocked all the dust (yeah)
Say "Why you gotta act like this?" (Why you gotta, why you gotta act like this?)
Huh, what?
For no reason, I won't stack like this (for no reason, I won't stack like this)
Huh, what?
Jersey Devil on my cat like this (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), huh
We been out for so long, Lil Uzi Vert, why you still rap like this?
I don't know (bitch, let's go)
Balmain jeans fit like this (Balmain jeans fit like this)
Why my jeans fit like this? (Why my jeans fit like this?)
Why my jeans fit like this? (Why my jeans fit like this?)
Balmain jeans fit like this
Balmain jeans fit like this
Why my jeans fit like this? (Why my jeans fit like this?)
Why my jeans fit like this? (Why my jeans fit like this?)
Balmain jeans fit like this (whoa)
Why my shirt fit like this? Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Why my shirt fit like this? Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Why my shirt fit like this? Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Why my shirt fit like this? Huh, hu-uh, ayy
Why my bitch look like this? Huh, shit
Why my bitch look like this? Huh, shit
Why my bitch look like this? Huh, shit
Why my bitch look like this? Huh, shit
Why make a hit like this? Huh, what? (I don't know)
Why make a hit like this? Huh, shit (what you on?)
Why make a hit like this? Huh, wait (let's go)
We make hit after hit, huh, wait
If I move, I won't move, huh, huh, without my cutter
If I move, I won't move, woah, woah, without my brother
I'm f*cking on a MILF right now, I'm a motherf*cker
She got them full lips, I call her DSL, them dicksuckers (hahaha)
She tryna f*ck my partner, she a vamp, she a bloodsucker (ah)
I sip Wock', not water, yeah, lil' shawty, I'm a mud sipper (yeah)
If her pussy water, I might have to go ahead and tip her
Big-ass VV diamonds, they keep sayin' that I'm swaggin' sick
I got all these lights on me, she tryna suck my popsicle (bah)
Huh, Balenciaga, shoppin' baby, real poppin' shit
She think I'm Illuminati, I am not a average type nigga (what?)
All my bitches got bodies, so I guess I f*cked after niggas (huh)
White diamond my body, let my white bitch say, "Nigga"
Only let her do that when she ride my f*ckin' big ripper
How you got sticks like this? (How you got motherf*ckin' sticks like this? Like this)
Huh, what?
How you got switches like this? (How you got motherf*ckin'- fah-fah-fah-fah-fah)
Huh, what?
How you rock Rick like this? (How you rock Rick like this? Rick, Rick)
Huh, what?
How she suck my dick like this? (How she suck my dick like this? Dick, dick, dick)
Huh, what?
I'm a rockstar like KISS, yeah, yeah (I'm a rockstar like KISS, yeah, yeah)
This rabbit fur on my jacket, bitch, this not Mohair (this not Mohair, this not Marni)
Designer clothes and E6, I be rocking the belt (yeah)
My swag shit got like a sixty, these niggas don't know what to wear (what?)
I'm boolin' with my thot, that's that ho over there (ooh)
If you see me in somethin' twice, I got two or more pairs (yeah)
If I hit her once or twice, then I gotta throw that bitch in the air (whoa)
I got your bitch in my room, she shakin' the ass, she throw it in the air (I got your bitch in my room)
These niggas not having no hoes (these niggas ain't having no hoes)
I'm having, I'm havin' some right here, some right there
I really ain't worried 'bout hoes, 'cause I'm getting money, no, I do not care (let's go)
I cannot worry 'bout hoes, 'cause I just poured lean just right in the Crush (Crush)
I asked her would she rather cry on the back of a Rolls Royce, back of a bus (bus, bus)
I claim that Werewolf Gang, but tell all my Vamps all the plans on the hush (shh)
I f*cked a virgin bitch, I put my dick in her, now shit, it got stuck (whoa)
I f*cked a cougar bitch, I f*cked on that pussy and knocked all the dust (yeah)
Say "Why you gotta act like this?" (Why you gotta, why you gotta act like this?)
Huh, what?
For no reason, I won't stack like this (for no reason, I won't stack like this)
Huh, what?
Jersey Devil on my cat like this (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), huh
We been out for so long, Lil Uzi Vert, why you still rap like this?
I don't know (bitch, let's go)
Balmain jeans fit like this (Balmain jeans fit like this)
Why my jeans fit like this? (Why my jeans fit like this?)
Why my jeans fit like this? (Why my jeans fit like this?)
Balmain jeans fit like this
Balmain jeans fit like this
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie III, Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Semsi Salvino, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Overtime
You ain't kill nobody
You ain't off them Percs, you ain't off them Xans, you ain't off that molly
You ain't never been down bad, huh? That's a lie
You ain't never had no swag, that's why you stealing mine
You ain't never put a bad bitch in designer
You ain't never took a bitch on a shopping spree just because she fine
You ain't never made no million bitch, yeah, I know you lyin'
I'm on the way to a billion, it's gon' happen overtime
Yeah, it's gon' happen overtime
But I'm in fourth quarter
I got forty pointers on my neck, I'm scorer
I been scorin' drank all day 'cause I'm a lean pourer
Lil' shawty brain insane, yeah, yeah, she deserve an award, yeah
She a real whore, yeah
You ain't kill nobody
You ain't off them Percs, you ain't off them Xans, you ain't off that molly
You ain't never been down bad, huh? That's a lie
You ain't never had no swag, that's why you stealing mine
You ain't never put a bad bitch in designer
You ain't never took a bitch on a shopping spree just because she fine
You ain't never made no million bitch, yeah, I know you lyin'
I'm on the way to a billion, it's gon' happen overtime
Yeah, it's gon' happen overtime
You ain't off them Percs, you ain't off them Xans, you ain't off that molly
You ain't never been down bad, huh? That's a lie
You ain't never had no swag, that's why you stealing mine
You ain't never put a bad bitch in designer
You ain't never took a bitch on a shopping spree just because she fine
You ain't never made no million bitch, yeah, I know you lyin'
I'm on the way to a billion, it's gon' happen overtime
Yeah, it's gon' happen overtime
But I'm in fourth quarter
I got forty pointers on my neck, I'm scorer
I been scorin' drank all day 'cause I'm a lean pourer
Lil' shawty brain insane, yeah, yeah, she deserve an award, yeah
She a real whore, yeah
You ain't kill nobody
You ain't off them Percs, you ain't off them Xans, you ain't off that molly
You ain't never been down bad, huh? That's a lie
You ain't never had no swag, that's why you stealing mine
You ain't never put a bad bitch in designer
You ain't never took a bitch on a shopping spree just because she fine
You ain't never made no million bitch, yeah, I know you lyin'
I'm on the way to a billion, it's gon' happen overtime
Yeah, it's gon' happen overtime
Writer: Erik Cordova, Jalan Anthony Lowe, Kenyatta Lee Jr. Frazier
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Vampire Hour
I never changed (star boy, you're my hero)
I never changed
These niggas switched up, huh, I remained the same, huh
I just want the money, nigga, you can have these chains
You can have the other shit, you can have the fame
You can have all these bitches, we wouldn't still be the same
You could have all these riches, we still wouldn't be the same
I'm a vampire, ayy, ayy, look at my fangs
Yeah, she vamp now, 'cause I bit her the other day
Everywhere I go, I keep a letter after J
Don't let that shit go over yo' head, I keep a K
You could say what you say, I'ma still do what I wanna do anyway
Nigga tried to lock in like a lockout, blow off her socks and I blew her brain
Like a dollar bill, yeah, yeah, yeah, I never changed
How you disappear when I needed you the most, yeah, that shit strange
I'ma just stay in my lane, I'ma-, yeah
I'ma just stay in my lane
I'ma just stay out yo' way, yeah
Way, yeah
Let's go
How the f*ck you said I changed, when I never changed, you're the one who changed on me
I been stackin' up for some days, night, and weeks to make sure my gang complete
Even when I got security, and my gang, I still got that bang on me
Even if I go to the studio, I'm gonna still pull up on your main at 3AM
I pop out at night, bitch, I'm a real V-A-M-P, I'm a vampire, yeah
Only time I change is when I turned into a bat
That boy changed, we thought he was real, he turned into a rat
Hop out the Kel, yeah, hop out the Hell', yeah, Hellcat
I'm bein' (?), I'm burnin' the tires, I know you smell that
If my weed smokin' in your house, you need to bag that
You know that ho havin' way too much baggage, why you bag that?
I never changed, I never changed
These niggas switched up, huh, I remained the same, huh
I just want the money, nigga, you can have these chains
You can have the other shit, you can have the fame
You can have all these bitches, we wouldn't still be the same
You could have all these riches, we still wouldn't be the same
I never changed
These niggas switched up, huh, I remained the same, huh
I just want the money, nigga, you can have these chains
You can have the other shit, you can have the fame
You can have all these bitches, we wouldn't still be the same
You could have all these riches, we still wouldn't be the same
I'm a vampire, ayy, ayy, look at my fangs
Yeah, she vamp now, 'cause I bit her the other day
Everywhere I go, I keep a letter after J
Don't let that shit go over yo' head, I keep a K
You could say what you say, I'ma still do what I wanna do anyway
Nigga tried to lock in like a lockout, blow off her socks and I blew her brain
Like a dollar bill, yeah, yeah, yeah, I never changed
How you disappear when I needed you the most, yeah, that shit strange
I'ma just stay in my lane, I'ma-, yeah
I'ma just stay in my lane
I'ma just stay out yo' way, yeah
Way, yeah
Let's go
How the f*ck you said I changed, when I never changed, you're the one who changed on me
I been stackin' up for some days, night, and weeks to make sure my gang complete
Even when I got security, and my gang, I still got that bang on me
Even if I go to the studio, I'm gonna still pull up on your main at 3AM
I pop out at night, bitch, I'm a real V-A-M-P, I'm a vampire, yeah
Only time I change is when I turned into a bat
That boy changed, we thought he was real, he turned into a rat
Hop out the Kel, yeah, hop out the Hell', yeah, Hellcat
I'm bein' (?), I'm burnin' the tires, I know you smell that
If my weed smokin' in your house, you need to bag that
You know that ho havin' way too much baggage, why you bag that?
I never changed, I never changed
These niggas switched up, huh, I remained the same, huh
I just want the money, nigga, you can have these chains
You can have the other shit, you can have the fame
You can have all these bitches, we wouldn't still be the same
You could have all these riches, we still wouldn't be the same
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Anton Martin Mendo
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Nightcore
Kush smoke in my lungs
Tattoos on my neck and on my arms
I can tell by the way she look, huh-huh, she want some
She ask me what's my name, and then she ask me where I'm from (yeah)
Bitch, I'm Ken Carson, I'm from Atlanta, I like to pour fours in my Fanta
Ain't got no time for no bitch, but I f*ck on a ho, and I get right to the money after
Ain't got no time for no bitch, man, I just want some throat, if you don't do it quick, I'ma cancel
These niggas constipated, and they know I'm the shit, yeah, I need me a Pamper
That boy so dirty, throw it in the hamper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib, like a camper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib, if you don't come outside, then I'ma light this bitch up like a candle
I'm in New York, and I know that these niggas ain't shooting shit like Julius Randle
If you want smoke, then I'm gettin' the handle
Shawty keep grabbin' my dick like a handle
My neck and wrist and ears are Hindu
I don't f*ck with you and I don't f*ck with him too
She want me to be her quarterback, huh, and she my center
You weren't even worried 'bout that bitch 'til I put my dick in her
I treat these hoes just like a rental
You treat these hoes like a dental
Upside down cross, I'm a sinner
I'm not perfect
I give her all the time in the world and she worth it
So many niggas want my wave, yeah, they surf dick
And then that tsunami came real urgent
It's just how I talk, baby, I ain't flirtin'
If I don't do nothin', I'ma get them racks for certain
She reachin' for my dick, I had to close the curtains
All that sneak dissin' shit, now that boy in a urn
Stop all that hating shit, lil' nigga, wait your turn
Relax, 'cause when it's your turn, huh, ain't no goin' back
I think it's my turn to hit your ho from the back
She said she love me, I told that bitch, "I ain't on that"
It's Double O gang, it's Double O gang, yeah, we not a frat
Diamonds on my ring, diamonds on my chain, yeah, VVS
I ain't talkin' 'bout DJ Khaled, but, uh, we the best
I charge a hunnid K for my talents, huh, nothin' less
And I just popped this X, and I can feel it in my chest
I can feel it kickin' in, whoa, Lionel Messi
She can feel me in her skin, whoa, she gettin' stretched
I had money way before a blue check
I had money way before this shit
I sing to your bitch like Jodeci
I sing to your bitch, like, whoa
You dropped, and nobody noticed it
I go viral every time I post
I been tourin' coast to coast
I sip drank every time that I smoke, whoa
Kush smoke in my lungs
Tattoos on my neck and on my arms
I can tell by the way she look, huh-huh, she want some
She ask me what's my name, and then she ask me where I'm from (yeah)
Bitch, I'm Ken Carson, I'm from Atlanta, I like to pour fours in my Fanta
Ain't got no time for no bitch, but I f*ck on a ho, and I get right to the money after
Ain't got no time for no bitch, man, I just want some throat, if you don't do it quick, I'ma cancel
These niggas constipated, and they know I'm the shit, yeah, I need me a Pamper
That boy so dirty, throw it in the hamper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib, like a camper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib, if you don't come outside, then I'ma light this bitch up like a candle
I'm in New York, and I know that these niggas ain't shooting shit like Julius Randle
If you want smoke, then I'm gettin' the handle (Neilaworld)
Shawty keep grabbin' my dick like a handle
Tattoos on my neck and on my arms
I can tell by the way she look, huh-huh, she want some
She ask me what's my name, and then she ask me where I'm from (yeah)
Bitch, I'm Ken Carson, I'm from Atlanta, I like to pour fours in my Fanta
Ain't got no time for no bitch, but I f*ck on a ho, and I get right to the money after
Ain't got no time for no bitch, man, I just want some throat, if you don't do it quick, I'ma cancel
These niggas constipated, and they know I'm the shit, yeah, I need me a Pamper
That boy so dirty, throw it in the hamper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib, like a camper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib, if you don't come outside, then I'ma light this bitch up like a candle
I'm in New York, and I know that these niggas ain't shooting shit like Julius Randle
If you want smoke, then I'm gettin' the handle
Shawty keep grabbin' my dick like a handle
My neck and wrist and ears are Hindu
I don't f*ck with you and I don't f*ck with him too
She want me to be her quarterback, huh, and she my center
You weren't even worried 'bout that bitch 'til I put my dick in her
I treat these hoes just like a rental
You treat these hoes like a dental
Upside down cross, I'm a sinner
I'm not perfect
I give her all the time in the world and she worth it
So many niggas want my wave, yeah, they surf dick
And then that tsunami came real urgent
It's just how I talk, baby, I ain't flirtin'
If I don't do nothin', I'ma get them racks for certain
She reachin' for my dick, I had to close the curtains
All that sneak dissin' shit, now that boy in a urn
Stop all that hating shit, lil' nigga, wait your turn
Relax, 'cause when it's your turn, huh, ain't no goin' back
I think it's my turn to hit your ho from the back
She said she love me, I told that bitch, "I ain't on that"
It's Double O gang, it's Double O gang, yeah, we not a frat
Diamonds on my ring, diamonds on my chain, yeah, VVS
I ain't talkin' 'bout DJ Khaled, but, uh, we the best
I charge a hunnid K for my talents, huh, nothin' less
And I just popped this X, and I can feel it in my chest
I can feel it kickin' in, whoa, Lionel Messi
She can feel me in her skin, whoa, she gettin' stretched
I had money way before a blue check
I had money way before this shit
I sing to your bitch like Jodeci
I sing to your bitch, like, whoa
You dropped, and nobody noticed it
I go viral every time I post
I been tourin' coast to coast
I sip drank every time that I smoke, whoa
Kush smoke in my lungs
Tattoos on my neck and on my arms
I can tell by the way she look, huh-huh, she want some
She ask me what's my name, and then she ask me where I'm from (yeah)
Bitch, I'm Ken Carson, I'm from Atlanta, I like to pour fours in my Fanta
Ain't got no time for no bitch, but I f*ck on a ho, and I get right to the money after
Ain't got no time for no bitch, man, I just want some throat, if you don't do it quick, I'ma cancel
These niggas constipated, and they know I'm the shit, yeah, I need me a Pamper
That boy so dirty, throw it in the hamper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib, like a camper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib, if you don't come outside, then I'ma light this bitch up like a candle
I'm in New York, and I know that these niggas ain't shooting shit like Julius Randle
If you want smoke, then I'm gettin' the handle (Neilaworld)
Shawty keep grabbin' my dick like a handle
Writer: Kenyatta Lee Jr. Frazier, Pierre Thevenot, Stefan Lucian Cismigiu
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Nightcore 2
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
The way she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
The way she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
The way that she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
The way that she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
I think I'm fallin' in love with you
Fendi, Gucci, Prada, anything for you
Balenciaga, yeah, yeah, on her boot
AR-15, on me right now, I'm ready to shoot
Yeah, I'm ready to shoot
Yeah, I'm ready to go
They say he had that bread and then we turned him into toast
I f*ck on these hoes with the same energy I rock these shows with
And I ain't never gotta reload because I'm always overloaded
Lil' boy, you so broke, you better sell your soul 'cause you ain't ever sold shit
I'm always catchin' plays, ayy, ayy, just like a goalie
Chrome Hearts on my wrist, ayy, this a Rollie
BD, BD, bust down, this bitch frozen
Like a wide receiver, I had your ho wide open
Hell nah, I don't need her, I just want her for the moment
If you ain't ready to die 'bout me right now, leave me alone then
I be locked out, huh, and I be zoned in
I mean I be locked in and zoned out
I meant to text you back, huh, but I forgot
If I wanted to see her face, I would have flew her out
I'm havin' birds in the trap, I feel like Travis Scott
Yeah, the way lil' shawty movin', huh, I can't believe my eyes
She ain't got no waist but she got perfect titties and some thighs
I don't know if I want her or her right now, I can't decide
They said if you lyin' then you flyin', bitch, I'm fly
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm fly, yeah, look up in the sky, yeah
It's not a plane, it's not a bird
It's X-Man, bitch, f*ck what ya heard
I'm on cloud nine right now, that's why my words slurred
If niggas try me and my gang, yeah, yeah, we ready to purge
The way lil' shawty movin', yeah, yeah, I need her
The way lil' shawty movin', huh, she got me lost for words
And I don't know what's worse, my ambitions or my grim thoughts about her
She asked me why my cross upside down, I told her I'm cursed (cursed)
The way she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
The way she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
The way that she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
The way that she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
I think I'm fallin' in love with you
Fendi, Gucci, Prada, anything for you
Balenciaga, yeah, yeah, on her boot
AR-15, on me right now, I'm ready to shoot
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
The way she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
The way she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
The way that she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
The way that she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
I think I'm fallin' in love with you
Fendi, Gucci, Prada, anything for you
Balenciaga, yeah, yeah, on her boot
AR-15, on me right now, I'm ready to shoot
Yeah, I'm ready to shoot
Yeah, I'm ready to go
They say he had that bread and then we turned him into toast
I f*ck on these hoes with the same energy I rock these shows with
And I ain't never gotta reload because I'm always overloaded
Lil' boy, you so broke, you better sell your soul 'cause you ain't ever sold shit
I'm always catchin' plays, ayy, ayy, just like a goalie
Chrome Hearts on my wrist, ayy, this a Rollie
BD, BD, bust down, this bitch frozen
Like a wide receiver, I had your ho wide open
Hell nah, I don't need her, I just want her for the moment
If you ain't ready to die 'bout me right now, leave me alone then
I be locked out, huh, and I be zoned in
I mean I be locked in and zoned out
I meant to text you back, huh, but I forgot
If I wanted to see her face, I would have flew her out
I'm havin' birds in the trap, I feel like Travis Scott
Yeah, the way lil' shawty movin', huh, I can't believe my eyes
She ain't got no waist but she got perfect titties and some thighs
I don't know if I want her or her right now, I can't decide
They said if you lyin' then you flyin', bitch, I'm fly
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm fly, yeah, look up in the sky, yeah
It's not a plane, it's not a bird
It's X-Man, bitch, f*ck what ya heard
I'm on cloud nine right now, that's why my words slurred
If niggas try me and my gang, yeah, yeah, we ready to purge
The way lil' shawty movin', yeah, yeah, I need her
The way lil' shawty movin', huh, she got me lost for words
And I don't know what's worse, my ambitions or my grim thoughts about her
She asked me why my cross upside down, I told her I'm cursed (cursed)
The way she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
The way she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
The way that she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
The way that she move, the way that she move, the way that she move
I think I'm fallin' in love with you
Fendi, Gucci, Prada, anything for you
Balenciaga, yeah, yeah, on her boot
AR-15, on me right now, I'm ready to shoot
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Clif Shayne, Arman Andican, EPM88
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Rockstar Lifestyle
Like
Like, back when niggas ain't have nothin'
And all these hoes just f*ckin' for fun, no way they like
Now this shit different, yeah
I'm 'bout to drop the ceilin', yeah
I'm 'bout to drop my album, I'm 'bout to kill 'em
Lil' bitch, I say whatever I want, I ain't got no filter
If I bought her ass and titties, huh, huh, then I built her, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I built her
I been sippin' codeine, I don't give no f*cks about my liver
Pass that cup, pour me up
Rockstar lifestyle, yeah, I been off these drugs
Rockstar lifestyle, yeah, she don't give no f*cks
I just flew yo' bitch out to India
I'm so high, red, huh, huh, this ain't no Indica
Like a wrestler, I'm 'bout to hit this bitch with my finisher
Fatality, Mortal Kombat, yeah, I'm endin' her
Huh, huh, pull out track, huh, huh, quarterback
Huh, huh, put it on the floor, I need more of that, yeah, yeah
You lookin' for me, bitch, I'm posted in the cul-de-sac
Yeah, yeah, cul-de-sac, yeah, yeah
Swipe shit, pipe shit
Real rockstar, that my type, bih
Opium aesthetic, yeah, type shit
VVS diamonds on my right wrist, and my left
Carats in my ear, no I can't hear shit, yeah, I'm deaf
You can ask my partners, I been poppin' shit since I was twelve
I got pounds 'bout to land, ayy, keep ya eyes on the mail
I'm Ken Carson, I'm bigger than the law, I ain't goin' back to jail, yeah, yeah
F*ck 12, yeah, yeah
I ain't leavin' no evidence 'cause the stick came with a shell catcher
If my partner flip yo' shit, then I'm payin' that lil' bail, yeah, yeah
She took off all her clothes 'cause she say, "It's hot as hell in here"
Balenciaga, steroid boots, I could step on the whole town
If you talkin' down, I can get you spun right now
Ain't no bitch f*cking with my bitch, and that's hands down
Every time I look up she be making TikToks to my sound
I mean TikToks to my song, I feel like I'm Drake, bitch, I'm so far gone
I pulled up with that Drac and that boy never made it home
These niggas don't be for real, they need to leave me alone, 'cause I step on shit
I'ma sweat, New Zealand, Sweden, yeah, I had dirty piss
Buyin' every switch, on that bitch, this some dirty sticks
I was f*ckin' on a MILF, she was thirty-six
I don't really shop at Kith, I be in SoHo
I'm flexin' on my bitch, sometimes you gotta let a ho know
I told the label I'm lit, f*ck it, I don't need no promo
Super Saiyan, yeah, while I'm diff, I'm in go mode
Upside down cross beside my neck, but I ain't ever sell my soul
Like, back when niggas ain't have nothin'
And all these hoes just f*ckin' for fun, no way they like
Now this shit different, yeah
I'm 'bout to drop the ceilin', yeah
I'm 'bout to drop my album, I'm 'bout to kill 'em
Lil' bitch, I say whatever I want, I ain't got no filter
If I bought her ass and titties, huh, huh, then I built her, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I built her
I been sippin' codeine, I don't give no f*cks about my liver
Pass that cup, pour me up
Rockstar lifestyle, yeah, I been off these drugs
Rockstar lifestyle, yeah, she don't give no f*cks
I just flew yo' bitch out to India
I'm so high, red, huh, huh, this ain't no Indica
Like a wrestler, I'm 'bout to hit this bitch with my finisher
Fatality, Mortal Kombat, yeah, I'm endin' her
Huh, huh, pull out track, huh, huh, quarterback
Huh, huh, put it on the floor, I need more of that, yeah, yeah
You lookin' for me, bitch, I'm posted in the cul-de-sac
Yeah, yeah, cul-de-sac, yeah, yeah
Swipe shit, pipe shit
Real rockstar, that my type, bih
Opium aesthetic, yeah, type shit
VVS diamonds on my right wrist, and my left
Carats in my ear, no I can't hear shit, yeah, I'm deaf
You can ask my partners, I been poppin' shit since I was twelve
I got pounds 'bout to land, ayy, keep ya eyes on the mail
I'm Ken Carson, I'm bigger than the law, I ain't goin' back to jail, yeah, yeah
F*ck 12, yeah, yeah
I ain't leavin' no evidence 'cause the stick came with a shell catcher
If my partner flip yo' shit, then I'm payin' that lil' bail, yeah, yeah
She took off all her clothes 'cause she say, "It's hot as hell in here"
Balenciaga, steroid boots, I could step on the whole town
If you talkin' down, I can get you spun right now
Ain't no bitch f*cking with my bitch, and that's hands down
Every time I look up she be making TikToks to my sound
I mean TikToks to my song, I feel like I'm Drake, bitch, I'm so far gone
I pulled up with that Drac and that boy never made it home
These niggas don't be for real, they need to leave me alone, 'cause I step on shit
I'ma sweat, New Zealand, Sweden, yeah, I had dirty piss
Buyin' every switch, on that bitch, this some dirty sticks
I was f*ckin' on a MILF, she was thirty-six
I don't really shop at Kith, I be in SoHo
I'm flexin' on my bitch, sometimes you gotta let a ho know
I told the label I'm lit, f*ck it, I don't need no promo
Super Saiyan, yeah, while I'm diff, I'm in go mode
Upside down cross beside my neck, but I ain't ever sell my soul
Writer: Kenyatta Lee Jr. Frazier, Semsi Salvino, Thomas Ross
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
i need u
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Me and my bitch, we be off them drugs
We match everything, yeah, 'cause we in love
I f*cked your bitch, huh, 'cause you a scrub
And you not gang, you a lame, you a dub
I kicked that lil' bitch off the roster, huh-huh, I need a sub
They stealin' my swag and they follow, yeah-yeah, these niggas suck
On a dark day-ay, I need ya'
When we part ways, ayy, I need ya'
Ayy, yeah, I need you
Like oxygen, without you, baby girl, I can't breathe
I been showin' off my pain lately, I tatted up my sleeve, yeah
Balenciaga my jeans, yeah
Rick Owens still on my tee, yeah
SRT, a red key, yeah
These niggas ain't f*ckin' with me
These niggas can't f*ck with me, if they was a baddie
With a fatty, give a f*ck about a bad bitch
I'll turn your favorite rapper, yeah, into ashes
Watch his body drop through my Balenciaga glasses
Don't talk about that bitch no more, if you don't see me with her, she past tense
These niggas stopped flexin' on Instagram, where yo' racks went?
Where yo' racks go?
Oh, you spent it on hoes, money, drugs and clothes
I'm 'bout to make 300K this week, I got like, three shows
And I get 100K each, and I keep a pound, huh, and a pint on me
And a couple rounds, yeah, bitch, I keep it lowkey
I do the dash, uh-huh, all these niggas on E
Off this ecstasy, yeah, bitch, I'm on E
Yeah, bitch, I'm in this bih' with Destroy Lonely
Bad bitch, she tryna put that huh-huh, on me
Huh-huh, on me, huh-huh, on me
Huh-huh, on me, huh-huh, on me (yeah)
Huh-huh, on me (yeah), yeah-yeah, on me (yeah)
Me and my bitch, we be off them drugs
We match everything, yeah, 'cause we in love
I f*cked your bitch, huh, 'cause you a scrub
And you not gang, you a lame, you a dub
I kicked that lil' bitch off my roster, huh-huh, I need a sub
They stealin' my swag and they follow, yeah-yeah, these niggas suck
On a dark day-ay, I need ya'
When we part ways, ayy, I need ya'
Ayy, yeah, I need you
Yeah
Yeah
Me and my bitch, we be off them drugs
We match everything, yeah, 'cause we in love
I f*cked your bitch, huh, 'cause you a scrub
And you not gang, you a lame, you a dub
I kicked that lil' bitch off the roster, huh-huh, I need a sub
They stealin' my swag and they follow, yeah-yeah, these niggas suck
On a dark day-ay, I need ya'
When we part ways, ayy, I need ya'
Ayy, yeah, I need you
Like oxygen, without you, baby girl, I can't breathe
I been showin' off my pain lately, I tatted up my sleeve, yeah
Balenciaga my jeans, yeah
Rick Owens still on my tee, yeah
SRT, a red key, yeah
These niggas ain't f*ckin' with me
These niggas can't f*ck with me, if they was a baddie
With a fatty, give a f*ck about a bad bitch
I'll turn your favorite rapper, yeah, into ashes
Watch his body drop through my Balenciaga glasses
Don't talk about that bitch no more, if you don't see me with her, she past tense
These niggas stopped flexin' on Instagram, where yo' racks went?
Where yo' racks go?
Oh, you spent it on hoes, money, drugs and clothes
I'm 'bout to make 300K this week, I got like, three shows
And I get 100K each, and I keep a pound, huh, and a pint on me
And a couple rounds, yeah, bitch, I keep it lowkey
I do the dash, uh-huh, all these niggas on E
Off this ecstasy, yeah, bitch, I'm on E
Yeah, bitch, I'm in this bih' with Destroy Lonely
Bad bitch, she tryna put that huh-huh, on me
Huh-huh, on me, huh-huh, on me
Huh-huh, on me, huh-huh, on me (yeah)
Huh-huh, on me (yeah), yeah-yeah, on me (yeah)
Me and my bitch, we be off them drugs
We match everything, yeah, 'cause we in love
I f*cked your bitch, huh, 'cause you a scrub
And you not gang, you a lame, you a dub
I kicked that lil' bitch off my roster, huh-huh, I need a sub
They stealin' my swag and they follow, yeah-yeah, these niggas suck
On a dark day-ay, I need ya'
When we part ways, ayy, I need ya'
Ayy, yeah, I need you
Writer: Max Flames, Stefan Lucian Cismigiu, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
A Great Chaos is the third studio album by American rapper Ken Carson. It was released through Opium and Interscope Records on October 13, 2023. The album is a follow-up to Carson's second studio album, X (2022); it consists of 18 tracks and features guest appearances from Destroy Lonely and Lil Uzi Vert. The album's production was handled by various producers, including Carson himself, F1lthy, Lil 88, Star Boy, Outtatown and TM88, among others.
The album was supported by the release of the single: "I Need U", which was released on Valentine's Day. A Great Chaos received mostly positive reviews from music critics. The album debuted at number 11 on the US Billboard 200, earning 49,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, and becoming Carson's first US top 20 album. A limited edition CD and vinyl release of A Great Chaos were sold through Carson's webstore.
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Ken CarsonThe album was supported by the release of the single: "I Need U", which was released on Valentine's Day. A Great Chaos received mostly positive reviews from music critics. The album debuted at number 11 on the US Billboard 200, earning 49,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, and becoming Carson's first US top 20 album. A limited edition CD and vinyl release of A Great Chaos were sold through Carson's webstore.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): AM, Bart How, Bhristo, Clif, Einthismf, F1lthy, Gab3, KP Beatz, Lbw, Snitci, Legion, Lil 88, Lucian, Lukrative, Lvis, MaxFlames, Misogi, Nick Spiders, Outtatown, Semsi, Skai, Ssor.t, Star Boy, TM88, Warpstr, Warren Hunter
Length: 46:56
Released: October 13th, 2023
Year: 2023