[Chorus: Ken Carson]
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch
I got licks, pull up, bitch
Let's do a motherfuckin' drill
It's a mill' in the house up the hill
Ain't nobody inside the crib
Who ready to ride for real?
Who ready to slide for real?
Get down or lay down
And it's LV all over my backpack
You know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up on your block, you hear, "Blatt, blatt"
You know that my niggas don't play around
He was walking his kids to the bus stop
We left his body on the playground
I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer
I'ma let that boy know how the K sound
[Post-Chorus: Ken Carson]
You a bitch, you a dick rider, yeah
These niggas don't just be gay now
Fuck your bitch, then I'm out of there
But I'm back on the block sellin' big pounds
Keep the whole thing, I don't do no breakdowns
Don't do zips, boy, I don't do no shakedowns
I was ridin' 'round town with fifty pounds
This was your shit but, bitch, this my city now
Thеy was your bitches, them is my bitches now
Snatch your shit, givе me them
He was sellin', but he ain't get shit for them
Left your boy there, yeah, you ain't shoot shit for him
I just rolled up my opp, yeah, I'm spliffin' him
I'm smokin' on whoever hate
I'm smokin' on whoever fake
I'll smoke your boy, I'll load up that K
[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
And I let that motherfucker spray
Let that motherfucker hit, watch your body decay
That's what you get for bein' mad shady
That's what you get for throwin' shade
For a broke bitch, I got cake
For a roach nigga, I got Raid
Lil' shawty said she want Lil Vamp
Said she wanna fuck, I took her backstage
Hell nah, I ain't wastin' no time
I blow out her spine, she invertebrate
Hell nah, I ain't wastin' no dime
Hell yeah, this bitch fuck me, she ain't worth a thing
No, I can't make this bitch mine
Know her IG, but don't know her first name
And I don't know her last either
I just know she a gnat, eater
I'm rollin' off a flat, geeked up
This ain't fake, boy, you know my Percs real
You think you addicted to the pill
You addicted to Fentanyl
We don't play 'bout that shit over here
I get high and I switch up my gear
Hell nah, I ain't talking 'bout clothes
I'm talkin' 'bout how I feel
These lame niggas talkin' 'bout hoes
I'm tryna talk up a mill'
I'm tryna talk up a bill'
I wanna make the first trillion
Got a bad bitch, she Sicilian
Won't talk, she just love the feelings
She a star, and she could touch the ceiling
Model bitch, yeah, I'm takin' her down
You wasn't fuckin' with me way back then
Shit, you ain't gotta fuck with me now
She ain't know I fucked on her best friend
Just like 2Pac, bitch, I get around
It's Lil Vamp, bitch, that's how I get down
Fuck your bitch, move her outta your town
And you'll never see the bitch again
You lookin' for her, but she with Ken
Me and your bitch get lost, now she fuckin' with a boss
She talkin' 'bout her favorite designer brands
I told her to take that shit off
We in my loft, yeah, we on top of the land
We North, but that head goin' South
She goin' crazy, she suck my dick with two hands
She won't stop and I'm pushin' her off
He talkin' crazy, but he won't pull up, bitch
[Bridge: Ken Carson]
Pull up, bitch, pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch, pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch, pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch, pull up, bitch
[Chorus: Ken Carson & Yeat]
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch
I got licks, pull up, bitch
Let's do a motherfuckin' drill
It's a mill' in the house up the hill
Ain't nobody inside the crib
Who ready to ride for real?
Who ready to slide for real?
Get down or lay down
And it's LV all over my backpack
You know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up on your block, you hear, "Blatt, blatt"
You know that my niggas don't play around
He was walking his kids to the bus stop
We left his body on the playground
I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer
I'ma let that boy know how the K sound (Phew)
[Verse 2: Yeat]
Bang, bang, bang
We got Glocks, pull up, bitch
We got sticks, pull up, bitch (Pull up)
I'm in the GLE, pull up, bitch
I'm in the Tonka, yeah, bitch
I'm in the Lamb'
I got my bro out of jail (Bang)
I'm rocking Margiela, Margiela Monk, yeah (Margiela Monk)
I got diamonds on my head (Bang, bang)
She got diamonds on her toes (Let's go)
I might take off on a sled, yeah
All my diamonds on a boat, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
We just pull up, let it go (Boop)
Bitch, we richer than the world, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
We got what? Yeah (Shh, bang)
We got Glocks, pull up, bitch (Bang)
We got sticks, pull up, bitch (Okay)
Don't say shit, lil' bitch, I'm rich (Shh)
Where I'ma chill at? Bitch, at the Ritz (I'm up)
I'm in the Tonka, shit don't make no sense (Woo)
I'm in a foreign, shit gon' bust your hip
Got a lil' foreign bitch who give me sex
I went and doubled up and touched an M (Luh mill')
All I like money, bitch, I ain't got no friends (Uh-huh)
I call the devil up, 'cause that's my twin (Huh)
I seen them switch up, they don't want you winnin' (Huh)
We rich as a bitch and I'm chillin' with Ken (Pull up)
[Chorus: Ken Carson]
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch
I got licks, pull up, bitch
Let's do a motherfuckin' drill
It's a mill' in the house up the hill
Ain't nobody inside the crib
Who ready to ride for real?
Who ready to slide for real?
Get down or lay down
And it's LV all over my backpack
You know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up on your block, you hear, "Blatt, blatt"
You know that my niggas don't play around
He was walking his kids to the bus stop
We left his body on the playground
I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer
I'ma let that boy know how the K sound
[Post-Chorus: Ken Carson]
You a bitch, you a dick rider, yeah
These niggas don't just be gay now
Fuck your bitch, then I'm out of there
But I'm back on the block sellin' big pounds
Keep the whole thing, I don't do no breakdowns
Don't do zips, boy, I don't do no shakedowns
I was ridin' 'round town with fifty pounds
This was your shit but, bitch, this my city now
They was your bitches, them is my bitches now
Snatch your shit, give me them
He was sellin', but he ain't get shit for them
Left your boy there, yeah, you ain't shoot shit for him
I just rolled up my opp, yeah, I'm spliffin' him
I'm smokin' on whoever hate
I'm smokin' on whoever fake
I'll smoke your boy, I'll load up that K