BLOWER - Intellectual

[Intro: Ken Carson]

YSL, YVL, this shit get coming out

[Chorus: Ken Carson]

Big Goyard bag, told 'em, "I'm in this bitch with Lil Gotit"

I'm on the south with a blower, tattoos on my body

Freak bitch out of Follies, I got freak hoes in Magic City

They just gave my dog a elbow before he could finish his sentence

That's a G6, not an Altoid, I take the pills and candy and mix

Met that bitch at the video shoot and now I'm fucking on a vixen

I spilled codeine on my Rickies, I put a ho in Balenciaga

Niggas stab me in my back and got mad when I shot 'em

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]

Baby bottle, filled with lean, sipping this drink, I ain't no toddler

G6, these Percocets, keep a script on me, no doctor (Hold on)

Hold that bankroll just like Spritz

So high up in this Bentley, keep a fully, windows tinted

He hanging 'round my neck, but I ain't seen Pope up in a minute

Baby should know that I'm trimm

Went Chrome Hearts mask, I'm trimm

Let 'em hop out with cutters and trimm

Let a robber come dread by Kim

He ain't turnt, his lights dim

High price and they know it's them

[Verse 2: Ken Carson]

High price, I'm poppin' tags

Can't trip 'bout hoes I had

Crystal ball, I see the future, fuck the past

He thought it was crystal meth, huh, served him glass

Them niggas penny-pinching, yeah, I'ma serve 'em last

Spend them racks straight out the pocket, ain't even touch the stash

My bitch so hot if you come 'round you get a heat rash

I hit the box, get a ray gun, yeah, watch this heat blast

Ain't know he was that fast, bitch, I'm opp hunting

[Verse 3: Lil Gotit]

I told Lil BK, "Cuff the Glock," 'cause he gon' stop somethin'

They keep on talking 'bout some bodies, went and dropped one

With Spider in that Aventador, we went to drop one

From the trenches, get to trippin', I'm on hella lean

Copped that bitch a Kelly bag, this ain't no Celine

Just a Southside nigga with a blick and a dream

Work a nigga out, six-pack him, let him hustle

Want a Lincoln with these Peters, got another one

[Verse 4: Ken Carson]

My new bitch trippin', I'm 'bout to go fuck on my old one

Catchin' and chasin' and breakin' hearts, yeah, that's how I live

You still crack the lines, ain't ever cracked a seal

You still underground rapping, ain't ever cracked a deal

All these hoes get cracked

Boy, you walking on eggshells

Paranoid, I grab my fire even when I check the mail

I flew your bitch right to the sky and she wanna parasail

She wanna go hunting for a yacht, we can do that as well

[Verse 5: Lil Gotit]

Yeah, we can do that as well

I grant this bitch a blessing like a wishing well

I smacked that shit right now, I can't kiss and tell

My brother caught his knife, switches in the jail

I'm sipping, woah, she give me pink tails

These niggas, yeah, they pussy, I hit it on the nose

I woke up, I seen stars, I was in a Rolls

I pulled up in a foreign, suicide doors