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[Intro: Ken Car$on]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Loesoe going crazy)
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Ken Car$on]
Everyday I wake up, ayy, in a different mood
Hold on, let me put on my jewels
Let me freshen up real quick
Yeah, I'm 'bout to turn my swag on, b*tch
This broke-ass ho can't brag on sh*t
I'm braggin' on my neck and wrist
Know my sh*t shine, know my sh*t glisten
She want Dior, Dior, Dior, Dior, but I'm no Christian
Balenciaga all on me, it's [?] all on my vision
This Chrome Hearts on my wrist got ni**as pissed, now his b*tch missing
Told you, I'll take your hoe, I'll fu*k your b*tch, you should've listened
Yeah, you should've listened
Yeah, b*tch, you should'vе listened
Yeah, lil' b*tch, you should'vе listened
Yeah, lil' b*tch, you should've listened
[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
Yeah
Cut her off, I ain't missing
Bad hoe, still tricking, I know these lil' ni**as, they impressed
When a broke ni**a try my name now, that's the only thing get me offended
sh*t we do everyday, you be flexing
Know your baddest not bad as my exes
If you talkin' my money in lessons
Only get to my head if I let it
How much b*tches on me? I regret it
When a ni**a said, "fu*k it," I meant it
Everything [?], like it's [?]
And my b*tches, they bad with no edits
And your b*tches, they came with no edges
Only talk if the money get sent in
[Verse 3: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah
Only talk if the money get sent in
I got this bad-ass b*tch, and I put her on timeout, call it detention
I'm in that fast-ass whip, lil' boy, you can't even catch up with this
I only rock the clearest diamonds, b*tch, they shine like Christmas
We in this b*tch getting way too geeked up, bruh, is you tryna hit this?
I swear I done crossed like every freak hoe off my hitlist
I swear I done crossed every opp ni**a off my hitlist, yeah
I ain't got no time for that, yeah, I'm minding my business
I only got some time for racks, yeah, I'm minding my business
Said I already hit your thot there, yeah, you should've listened
Lil' b*tch, but you say you a top dog, yeah, that don't make no sense, man
While these ni**as be all on Xbox, yeah, we play with them sticks, man
[Verse 4: Ken Car$on]
We play with them sticks, yeah, I ain't talkin' Call of Duty
He say he with the sh*ts, yeah, I told that boy to prove it
Got a new text from your b*tch, yeah, this hoe just sent some nudes in
Said she wanna su*k my dick, yeah, I said, "Okay," and flew her in
When I think about these hoes, they wanna fu*k on the young Car$on Ken
Hit your b*tch, she didn't even know, and you're gon' cry, and you're gon' let her back in
But now I'm rockin' shows and I'm lit, b*tch, that money in
I'm sh*ttin' on these ni**as that wasn't fu*kin' with me back then
Now I got power by the hour, ain't talkin' no ranger
A young ni**a tote that banger, he not cap, he get his stain up
Look how the tables turned, when I came up