Ken Car$on - Raver lyrics

[Verse 1: Ken Car$on] Spent 10k on my jacket (Spent) Give a fu*k lil' b*tch, I'm swaggin' Give a fu*k lil' b*tch, I'm braggin' Give a fu*k 'bout the b*tch, I'm swaggin' Give a fu*k 'bout the b*tch, I'm braggin', yeah These ni**as don't want no static These ni**as don't want no action, I swear these ni**as don't want no smoke That lil' b*tch she a bop, that lil' b*tch she a hoe She just gave me some top, then she fu*ked on my bro Yeah she fu*ked the whole gang, she don't give a fu*k though I ain't judgin' her ways, but lil' shawty a hoe Woah, woah, woah, woah Lil' shawty ain't changing her ways for nobody Ain't talking 'bout murder, she catching them bodies I call that b*tch up, shе pull up and ride it And after we fu*k makе her roll my exotic I can't do nun' for her 'cause I'm off these narcotics Got X, got pills, got DMT I'm leanin', I'm off of that codeine Say you love me, baby gotta show me I'm in love with my drugs, it's my protein Yeah I can't do sh*t without it Told that boy, "Shut the fu*k up and just drive" Ain't no slowin' down when Opium slide (Skrrt) I just fu*k on that lil' b*tch 'til I'm tired Then I hit the studio and rap about it This sh*t for real these ni**as cappin' bout it If I go broke, I'm back trappin' exotic Pour up a four, pour a eight 'cause I got it One liter, two liter, I can't decide it Yeah, you know a young ni**a higher than the pilot fu*k a mosh pit, I'ma make this hoe riot (Yeah) [Verse 2: Destroy Lonely] Yeah, I put that fresh sh*t all on my body I'm with this thot b*tch, feelin' her body I got her geeked up all on molly Yeah, me and my devil hoe just went shopping, damn We keep goin' up, can't stop it Pourin' up, geeked up all in the lobby Real lil' vamp', give that hoe a Rick coffin Woah, I face me a blunt, and don't do no coughin' Woah, I spend a young ni**a whole check real often Oh, and we put real diamonds all on our crosses Oh, I just put a double V all on my broad Woah, ni**a can't even catch up, ni**a real real tired Woah, four-five, real-real bloody, yeah, real rock-star Yeah, my shooter he play with a stick, don't know 'bout guitars Yo' b*tch, she gon' play with my dick until it get hard, yeah [Verse 3: Ken Car$on] Woah, woah, woah It was just me and yo' b*tch, and ain't nobody know Ain't talkin' bout O block, I took her to the O She fu*kin' with me 'cause I ball like a pro You smoke CBD and you sip on Karo Woah You act like that ni**a but yo' gang sent you to the store Woah, I'm worth like six figures but sh*t, I wanna work some more Woah, my b*tch nose all white, she been snortin' that coke Woah, these ni**as don't wanna fight, these ni**as don't want no smoke, no [Bridge: Ken Car$on] You don't want no smoke, boy You don't want no- You don't want no smoke boy You don't want no- You don't want no smoke boy You don't want no- You don't want no- You don't want no- You don't want no smoke boy You want smoke boy You don't want no smoke You don't want no smoke boy You want smoke boy You don't want no smoke You don't want no smoke You don't want no smoke [Verse 4: Ken Car$on] I upper echelon my b*tch, that's why yo' ho on go My b*tch flex harder than a ni**a on both legs, and still rolls These ni**as be broke boy, you ain't got no check, need to sell your soul Can't call me back about them four bricks, b*tch they already solt Yeah, they already sold My diamonds, they sit on white gold Tinted chains look like a light show And these ni**as be screaming they real, but I know that these ni**as gon' fold And my b*tch stay down, she been trill, that why she got Chanel on her toes I had choices, I come for the mil' Got some racks, I still put that sh*t on Got some racks, I still put that sh*t on