Ken Car$on - ​​exodus lyrics

[Intro: Destroy Lonely] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse: Destroy Lonely & Ken Car$on] And I laced my kicks up Thinkin' about all this money I'm finna go pick up And we slide in the big black truck, no, not that pickup Got this fine ass b*tch that I'm finna go and just pick up Yeah, b*tch, we go shoppin' every motherfu*kin' day, if I want 'em, I get them And we can fu*k on any b*tch, you can see me when I hit them My pockets real fat, yeah, they enormous, yo' pockets ain't got sh*t in them This a thirty clip, I ain't gotta reload this, it ain't nothing for me to hit him It's a hundred round, ain't no reloading, b*tch, it ain't nothing for us to get him I got Prada, that's all on my sh*t, lil' b*tch and I stuff my racks right in them Yeah, Givenchy it's all on me, lil' b*tch, size 26 jeans, and they fit slim On the southside posted with the dope sellers We been touring every night like Coachella I'm a rockstar, I don't know no better Damn, no, I don't know better But I'm flyer than a motherfu*kin' propeller And I'm higher than a motherfu*kin' dope dealer Yeah I'm higher than the motherfu*kin' nosebleed fu*k yo' ho then I proceed Fell in love, she ain't even know me All she saw was my Chrome Hearts Rollie I don't know why your ho all on me Yeah, I ain't got no OG's Young OG kick it with the OG's And my neck froze up like it's snowin' Call the plug, said I want the whole thing My ho need some more cocaine, auntie, she want methamphetamine My cousin want them Roxies, b*tch, I need a G6 I'm rollin' off this ecstasy, you ain't never been high like this Mix codeine with promethazine, science class never taught you this Yeah, this ho, she can't keep up with me, think I need a new b*tch Told my jeweler that I broke my hand, I need a new wrist, yeah No, this not a porno film, we on XXX, yeah fu*k that freak ho, I'ma trick, yeah, SSX XXX, XXX, XX b*tch, it's X man I put X on her tongue, hell nah, this ain't no Xan' Give a fu*k 'bout where you from, you'll never see your land again My young ni**a play with them drums like a motherfu*kin' band They say don't bring sand to the beach, but sh*t, I brought beach to the sand Don't let that sh*t go over your head, I brought my ice right to the land I don't want no sex, I don't want no head 'cause lowkey I know you a fan I'm swaggin' it up, put sh*t together, they call me the new Dapper Dan I just spent ten K right on this leather, that's just the jacket, that ain't the pants I spent a check and get it back, that money a boomerang to my hand ni**a, don't ever think this sh*t sweet, play with the mob, cut off your hands I went to the bank and I pulled out them bands and I hit the money dance Yeah, I fu*ked on that b*tch, then I fu*ked on her friends, then I fu*ked they best friends Then I fu*ked they best friends, then I fu*ked they best friends Then I fu*ked they best friends, tell 'em "Let's have an orgy then" Tell 'em "Let's have a sex party", now they all off them Percocet 10's Shawty said she request molly She want 1942 with no chaser I knock the pussy out just like I'm Joe Frazier And after I'm done, she shaking like vibrator Yeah, at our shows, they ragin' Migos, cut the brick with the razor Diamonds shine, that ho like Raiden Everyday 420 b*tch, we blazin' Hit a widow b*tch, she be raving All black fit, she dripping like Raven With the X Man, no Xavier And the Glock came loaded with a laser