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[Chorus: Ken Car$on]
We got sticks, pull up, b*tch
Ball like Knicks, pull up, b*tch
I got licks, pull up, b*tch
Let's do a muhfu*kin' drill
It's a mil' and a house in the hills
Ain't nobody inside of the crib
Who ready to ride, for real?
Who ready to slide, for real?
Get down and lay down
And Giuseppe all over my backpack, you know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up to yo' block and go blatt, blatt, you know that my ni**as don't play around
He was walkin' his kids to the bus stop, we left his body on the playground
I'mma let that sh*t hit with no silencer, I'mma let that boy know how that K sound
[Verse 1: Ken Car$on]
You a b*tch, you a dick rider, yeah, these ni**as gon' just be gay now
fu*k yo' b*tch then I'm out of there, and I'm back on the block sellin' big pounds
Keep the whole thing, I don't do no breakdowns
Don't do Xan's, boy, I don't do no Xan's now
I was ridin' 'round town with 50 pounds
This was yo' sh*t but, b*tch, this my city now
They was your b*tches, thеm be my b*tches now
Snatch yo' sh*t, give mе them
He was sellin' but he ain't get sh*t for them
That's yo boy there but you don't do sh*t for him
I rolled up an opp, yeah, I'm spliffin' him
I'm smokin' on whoever hate
I'm smokin' on whoever fake
I'm smokin', boy, I love all that cake
And I'll let that muhfu*ka spray, let that muhfu*ka hit, watch yo body decay
That's what you get for being mad shady
That's what you get for throwin' shade
For a broke b*tch, I got cake
For a roach ni**a, I got Raid
Yo shawty said she want lil' vamp, said she wanna fu*k, I took her backstage
Hell nah, I ain't wastin' no time, my broad, I'm smashin' her vertebrae
Hell nah, I ain't wastin' a dime, had to get this b*tch from him, she work for thangs
No, I can't make the b*tch mine, know her IG but don't know her first name
And I don't know her last either
I just know she a gnat, eat up
I'm rollin' off a flat, eat up
This ain't fake boy, you know my Perc's real
You thought you addicted to the pills?
You addicted to Fentanyl
We don't play 'bout that sh*t over here
I get high then I switch up my gear
Hell nah, I ain't talkin' 'bout clothes
I'm talkin' 'bout how I feel
These lil' ni**as talkin' 'bout hoes
I'm tryna talk up a mil'
I'm tryna talk up a bil'
I wanna make the first trillion
Got a bad b*tch, she Sicilian
Won't talk she just love the feelings
She off statin, she can touch the ceiling
Brought a b*tch, yeah I'm takin' her down
If you wasn't fu*kin' with me way back then
sh*t, you ain't gotta fu*k with me now
She ain't know I'm fu*kin' on her bestfriend, just like 2Pac, b*tch I get around
It's the norm, b*tch that's how I get down
fu*k yo b*tch, move her outta yo town
You gon' never see the b*tch again
You lookin' for her, but she with Ken
Tellin' yo b*tch, "Get lost"
Now she fu*kin' with a boss
She talkin' 'bout her favorite designer Rick Owens, I told her to take that sh*t off
We in my loft, yeah we on top of the land
We don't [?]
She goin' crazy, she su*k my dick with two hands
She won't stop and I'm pushin' her off
[Bridge: Ken Car$on]
He talkin' crazy, but he won't pull up, b*tch
Pull up, b*tch
Pull up, b*tch
Pull up, b*tch
Pull up, b*tch
Pull up, b*tch
Pull up, b*tch
Pull up, b*tch
[Chorus: Ken Car$on]
We got sticks, pull up, b*tch
Ball like Knicks, pull up, b*tch
I got licks, pull up, b*tch
Let's do a muhfu*kin' drill
It's a mil' and a house in the hills
Ain't nobody inside of the crib
Who ready to ride, for real?
Who ready to slide, for real?
Get down and lay down
And Giuseppe all over my backpack, you know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up to yo' block and go blatt, blatt, you know that my ni**as don't play around
He was walkin' his kids to the bus stop, we left his body on the playground
I'mma let that sh*t hit with no silencer, I'mma let that boy know how that K sound
[Verse 2: Yeat]
(Ooh, ooh)
We got Glocks, pull up, b*tch
We got sticks, pull up, b*tch (Pull up)
I'm in the GLE, pull up, b*tch
I'm in the Tonka, b*tch
I'm in the 'Rari
I'm in the back of the jam
[?] the Margiela monk (Margiela monk)
I put diamonds on my hand
She get diamonds on her throat (Let's go)
I'ma take over the stage, yeah
All my diamonds on a boat
b*tch, I pull up, let it go (Buh!)
We gon' be richer than the world
We got mud, yeah
I got vibes, pull up, b*tch
We got sticks, pull up, bih
Don't say sh*t, lil' b*tch, I'm rich
Where I'mma chill at? b*tch, at the Ritz
I'm up in the Tonka, sh*t don't make no sense
I'm in a foreign, sh*t gon' buss your hip
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