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Like
Like, back when niggas ain't have nothin'
And all these hoes just fuckin' for fun, no way they like
Now this shit different, yuh
I'm 'bout to drop the ceilin', yeah
I'm 'bout to drop my album, I'm 'bout to kill 'em
Lil' bitch, I say whatever I want, I ain't got no filter
If I bought her ass and titties, huh, huh, then I built her, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I built her
I been sippin' codeine, I don't give no fucks about my liver
Pass that cup, pour me up
Like, back when niggas ain't have nothin'
And all these hoes just fuckin' for fun, no way they like
Now this shit different, yuh
I'm 'bout to drop the ceilin', yeah
I'm 'bout to drop my album, I'm 'bout to kill 'em
Lil' bitch, I say whatever I want, I ain't got no filter
If I bought her ass and titties, huh, huh, then I built her, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I built her
I been sippin' codeine, I don't give no fucks about my liver
Pass that cup, pour me up
Rockstar lifestyle, yeah, I been off these drugs
Rockstar lifestyle, yeah, she don't give no fucks
I just flew your bitch out to India
I smoke hybrid, huh, huh, this ain't no Indica
Like a wrestler, I'm 'bout to hit this bitch with my finisher
Fatality, Mortal Kombat, yeah, I'm endin' her
Huh, huh, pull out track, huh, huh, quarterback
Huh, huh, put it on the floor, I need more of that, yeah, yeah
You lookin' for me, bitch, I'm posted in the cul-de-sac
Yeah, yeah, cul-de-sac, yeah, yeah
Swipe shit, pipe shit
Yeah, rockstar, that's my type, bitch
Opium aesthetic, yeah, type shit
VVS diamonds on my right wrist, and my left
Carats in my ear, now I can't hear shit, yeah, I'm deaf
Rockstar lifestyle, yeah, she don't give no fucks
I just flew your bitch out to India
I smoke hybrid, huh, huh, this ain't no Indica
Like a wrestler, I'm 'bout to hit this bitch with my finisher
Fatality, Mortal Kombat, yeah, I'm endin' her
Huh, huh, pull out track, huh, huh, quarterback
Huh, huh, put it on the floor, I need more of that, yeah, yeah
You lookin' for me, bitch, I'm posted in the cul-de-sac
Yeah, yeah, cul-de-sac, yeah, yeah
Swipe shit, pipe shit
Yeah, rockstar, that's my type, bitch
Opium aesthetic, yeah, type shit
VVS diamonds on my right wrist, and my left
Carats in my ear, now I can't hear shit, yeah, I'm deaf
You can ask my partners, I been poppin' shit since I was twelve
I got pounds 'bout to land, ayy, keep your eyes on the mail
I'm Ken Carson, I'm bigger than the law, I ain't goin' back to jail, yeah, yeah
Fuck 12, yeah, yeah
I ain't leavin' no evidence 'cause the stick came with a shell catcher
If my partner flip your shit, then I'm payin' that lil' bail, yeah, yeah
She took off all her clothes 'cause she say, "It's hot as hell in here"
Balenciaga, steroid boots, I could step on the whole town
If you talkin' down, I could get you spent right now
Ain't no bitch fucking with my bitch, and that's hands down
I got pounds 'bout to land, ayy, keep your eyes on the mail
I'm Ken Carson, I'm bigger than the law, I ain't goin' back to jail, yeah, yeah
Fuck 12, yeah, yeah
I ain't leavin' no evidence 'cause the stick came with a shell catcher
If my partner flip your shit, then I'm payin' that lil' bail, yeah, yeah
She took off all her clothes 'cause she say, "It's hot as hell in here"
Balenciaga, steroid boots, I could step on the whole town
If you talkin' down, I could get you spent right now
Ain't no bitch fucking with my bitch, and that's hands down
Every time I look up she be making TikToks to my sound
I mean TikToks to my song, I feel like I'm Drake, bitch, I'm so far gone
I pulled up with that Drac' and that boy never made it home
These niggas don't be for real, they need to leave me alone, 'cause I step on shit
Almost went to jail in Sweden, yeah, I had dirty piss
Binary switch on that bitch, this a dirty stick
I was fuckin' on a M.I.L.F., she was thirty-six
I don't really shop at Kith, I be in SoHo
I'm flexin' on my bitch, sometimes you gotta let a ho know
I told the label I'm lit, fuck it, I don't need no promo
Super Saiyan, yeah, wild to death, I'm in go mode
I mean TikToks to my song, I feel like I'm Drake, bitch, I'm so far gone
I pulled up with that Drac' and that boy never made it home
These niggas don't be for real, they need to leave me alone, 'cause I step on shit
Almost went to jail in Sweden, yeah, I had dirty piss
Binary switch on that bitch, this a dirty stick
I was fuckin' on a M.I.L.F., she was thirty-six
I don't really shop at Kith, I be in SoHo
I'm flexin' on my bitch, sometimes you gotta let a ho know
I told the label I'm lit, fuck it, I don't need no promo
Super Saiyan, yeah, wild to death, I'm in go mode
Upside down cross what's on my neck, but I ain't ever sell my soul
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