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MDMA (avec Destroy Lonely)
Ken Carson
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(Nah, he ain't- he's not even Teen X)
Yeah
I've been sippin' way too much drink, I think I need a new kidney
Every time I see a soda, I gotta pour some Wocky in it
And every time your - see me roll up, she reminisce about how I lick it
I'm not your mans, I'm not your bro, don't call my phone when it get sticky
I don't go nowhere, ay, yeah, without my blicky
I don't got no opps out here, - just hate me, - just envy
When I was in school, I had to ask on my mama, now she stay with Fendi
Remember I could not afford a designer belt, now look at me, boy, I got plenty
Balenci', Celine, Chanel
My shooter, he dressed in designer, he ready to kill
Put that lil' boy on a plate, he get ate like a meal
All of these - be fake like a BBL
But my - all real
Yeah, my - just like a model, ooh
He shot his shot, but ain't follow through, oh
Rick on my collar, oh, oh
This is not Prada, oh, oh
Yeah, she not a toddler, oh, oh
But I call her baby
She let me drive her lil' Benz, now me and my friends slide in a Mercedes
This an S550, nah, this not the Maybach, but yeah, it's the latest
I get money, I get racks, I get paid -
Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment
If you try, you gon' die where you lay -
None of my - won't miss, let you feel how that K hit
I don't know what's on my kicks, but it look like I stepped in gravy
Everybody rockin' all black, I wanna be different, so I'm rockin' navy
Lil' boy, you should've signed to Opium, I laugh at that -, he slavin'
You ain't get no money, you ain't got no funds, I count that - up and I'm savin'
I'm makin' ten, 12, 15 times whatever these - be makin'
These - got it - up and these - be lyin'
These - be cappin' on Instagram and Twitter
- a tweet, fuck a post -
Talkin' 'bout racks, I get the most -
Talkin' 'bout -, I - the most -
I - on that -, then I'm goin' ghost
You know you gotta keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
That's why I walk with a Glock 43 on my holster
I put my - in Balenci', I told her to take off that Fashion Nova
If she got Givenchy shark boots on her feet, bae, come a lil' closer (ha-ha-ha)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I put that - in ALYX, yeah, then tell her, "Come closer," huh, yeah
She say that she feelin' me, yeah, she tell me, "Come over"
Yeah, got a freak I'm finna hit right now as soon as we over
Yeah, and I got some ice on me right now, lil' shawty, I'm cold
Huh, huh, I can't leave my crib without my pole
Huh, huh, I can't leave no crib without my pole
Huh, yeah, I count up these racks for sure, for - sure
Yeah, huh, I get the racks for a show, then rock that show
Yeah, I just pop my -, then pop that -
Big bro still serving rocks, yeah, but please keep that on the low
Yeah, shawty, I'm a rockstar, my guitar got a scope
I'm rockin' all black and my cross upside down, I'm not the Pope
I'm looking strong, I'm boolin' with this model - and she love -
I'm in Europe, shawty, spent like 25 on a new coat
I'm gettin' paid, lil' shawty, I buy what I want up out that store
If they in my way, then I'ma up that stick and let it go
Huh, I been countin' up like too much cash, I'm uppin' my roll
Yeah, we been breakin' the dash, this SRT been huggin' the road
Huh, she just wanna come and - on the gang, that's for sure
Yeah, I just wanna put some pointers all in the chain, for sure
I get money, I get racks, I get paid -
Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment
If you try, you gon' die where you lay -
None of my - won't miss, let you feel how that K hit
I don't know what's on my kicks, but it look like I stepped in gravy
Everybody rockin' all black, I wanna be different, so I'm rockin' navy
Lil' boy, you should've signed to Opium, I laugh at that -, he slavin'
You ain't get no money, you ain't got no funds, I count that - up and I'm savin'