[Intro]
Yoga Flame
[Verse 1: Ken Car$on]
You bitin' my swag you might chip a tooth
She off the Grey Goose
I'm countin' this money like leaf-loose
You tryin' too hard boy your swag ain't true
Boy Barbie slimeball just like green goo
Pour off on any deuce
I tote an Uzi in my Ksubi jeans
I got a 9 in my (N)ines too
Fuckin' that ho she can't tell the crew
Fuckin' that ho I go tell her friends
I had to Needles my sweatpants, had to get rid of the Vetements
Bitch I be dressin' like dipping ranch
These YSL pants
I might just pull out the Uzi then
Your bitch come around like a ceiling fan
She suck like [?] like "ooh ken"
I bust in the living room any day
My watch the omnitrix, Ben 10
I am unknown like an alien
I get so high like gradient
I'm spinnin' [?]
We [?] it
I'm a rockstar just like [?]
Stickin' my tongue out just like Kiss
You kissin' that bitch she been kissin' dick
I been rocking this Rick and Raf
I been rocking this Raf and Rick
She gonna throw neck for a diamond neck
I will never need a stylist
You looking for drip boy we sellin' it
Bobby wiping your nose like you smelling it
Every time you see me I'm surrounded by them slimeballs
808 the Mob, don't you stop, pussy you get robbed
Every time you see me I'm with TM I ain't got no friends
Rollin' with no tint, drop-top coupe fuck a best friend
[Chorus: Ken Car$on]
You can holler you can speak but nigga you don't know me
See me on Twitter and IG but nigga you don't know me
All on Snap watch my story nigga you don't me
Yeah you stay right 'cross the street but nigga you don't know me
You can holler you can speak but nigga you don't know me
See me on Twitter and IG but nigga you don't know me
All on Snap watch my story but nigga you don't know me
Yeah you stay right 'cross the street but nigga you don't me
[Verse 2: Young Jordan]
We got Alyx on our Vans got Supreme on our pants
Skateboard P on my grind but I'm sleep off the Xan's
We rock V's on our backs double G's on our pants
Double C's on our shoes, I got a bad bitch she tan
Uh, sippin' on some LA Laker, nigga, lean my stance, uh
Ksubis be my jeans, that BBC, it hold my pants up
Told that nigga, boy, you better stop it, run your bands up, ooh
Might hit your mans up, ooh, make him stand up, ooh
He don't want smoke, no cancer, uh
Turn to a dancer, ooh
His bitch, yeah, she dancin', uh
Ballin', relaxin'
Ride in that Rolls Royce, that double R, uh
Fuck on your bitch and she want some more, uh
Fuck on your bitch and she [?], uh uh
I had to double up, uh uh
[Chorus: Ken Car$on]
Holler you can speak but nigga you don't know me
See me on Twitter and IG but nigga you don't know me
All on Snap watch my story nigga you don't me
Yeah you stay right 'cross the street but nigga you don't know me
You can holler you can speak but nigga you don't know me
See me on Twitter and IG but nigga you don't know me
All on Snap watch my story but nigga you don't know me
Yeah you stay right 'cross the street but nigga you don't me