Destroy Lonely - Should’ve Listened* lyrics

Lyrics from Snippet [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