Yeah, I made it out the hood then made out with these hoes (Outtatown)
I'm the lord of chaos, I got the moshpit in control (star boy, you're my hero)
When I signed to the label, ha, they struck gold
Fresh to death, yeah, I stick out like a mole
North, south, I don't go nowhere without the pole
Pentagram tatted, yeah, they thought I sold my soul
Pop out for them racks, I ain't poppin' out for no hoes
I dropped out, went all black, now I'm lit, charcoal
Niggas ain't sippin' no drank, I pour more lines than bar code
Niggas ain't goin' to the bank, I'm in that bitch more than the teller
Can't buy what you said, I got that shit right in my cellar
I go Laker, I mix up the purple with the yellow
I don't contemplate, I'ma move first before I think about it
I'm on the bullshit, this bitch got me hot
Not a marathon, this a race, ho, meet me at the top
All gas, I swear I ain't hittin' no brakes, yeah, that shit dead as f*ck
Shawty drop that head, I forgot where we was headin' to
He was flexin' that watch too hard and he got that lil' Patek took
Know I'm sayin' like, don't come 'round this bih' flexin', like
I can't stop, I can't stop you from getting your shit took 'round this motherf*cker, like
I'm the lord of chaos, I'm the lord
I'm the lord of chaos, I'm the lord
I'm the lord of chaos, I'm the lord
I'm the lord of chaos, I'm the lord
I'm the lord of chaos
I'm the lord of the mosh, I got hoes in this bitch
He underestimated me, then he got punched right in his shit
I hold my nuts around this bitch 'cause I'm the lord
Popped the insulin when I got rich, these niggas poor
I go hard bitch, yeah, I go gore core
I ain't boolin' with no whore, I'ma f*ck her 'til she sore
Everything chaos, yeah, she screamin', "More"
Everything chaos, yeah, she screamin', "More"
Everything chaos, yeah, she screamin', "More"
I'm so chaotic
How you let them take your shit and do nothin' 'bout it?
When the f*ck you get like this?
I'm more chaotic, chaotic, chaotic
Ken Carson - More Chaos Album Lyrics
Ken Carson - More Chaos Lyrics
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Xposed
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
One for the money, two for the show
Three for these mad-ass, sad-ass hoes
She wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 4 for 4
Fives in this bitch, you know we bang that double O
He ain't really loaded, he just talking, he a troll
All my opps some hoes, all my opps getting exposed
Too much money on his head, he can't do shit 'cause he broke
When I walk, you can tell I have it
When I talk, you can hear them trolls yappin'
I gave that bitch some money, now she so happy
I switched her whole status, I changed her life
I been fighting my fashion habits, everything I like, I buy twice
That shit don't bother me, niggas been stealing swag all my life
These hoes don't bother me, I can't be bothered
I'm the Black Panther, feel like T'Challa
Huh, huh, I'm on the X Files, huh, my bitch X'd up
Can't wait 'til we put him down, he think he next up
You ain't did shit that you rap about, that boy a wrestler
Huh, I think I'm charged up, I just popped a Tesla
Nigga, get your bars up, she sleep off the Xan'
These niggas ain't f*cking with me, let's go band for band
You ain't flexin' on me, bitch, you flexin' on your fans
That mil' you made in a year, I made in one day, go ask my mans
F*ck you talkin' 'bout?
You should know that every time I hit that concert, it's like karaoke
Keep my hammer like I'm Thor, huh, but I'm more like Loki
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore, these niggas don't really know me
I'm going Mozart, I'm going Shakespeare
I have a bakery, but I ain't bakin' no cakes here
I'm havin' bread, I'm makin' bread, shawty
Bread, bread, shawty
Bread, bread, shawty
Get your bread, bread, bread up
F*cking on your ho, woah, I got her legs up
F*cking on your ho, you ain't know? Boy, keep your head up
F*cking on another nigga ho because she fed up
I ran out of Wock', 'bout to pour this red up
He say I'm an opp, why the f*ck he ain't said nothin'?
Baby girl, call me back when I get my dreads a new retwist
I trap shit like Three 6
We the mafia, bitch, 808, yeah, mafia
Yeah, you pop shit, but you ain't pop enough
These niggas old and popped
Can't tell you if I sold my soul or not, I forgot
Everybody tough and gangster 'til they get shot
One for the money, two for these thots
Three for these drugs, I'm havin' a lot
If a nigga mug, I'ma up my Gen5
I'm fried, I'm not tired, I would've died if I lied
Put racks on, put the racks on that
Put a bag on it, put a tax on that
Camo flag, huh, gang shit
How you mourn? What you gon' do when that pain hit?
I been rockin', I been ravin', I been raging
She say she miss me, yeah, I miss the stage
Ain't no competition, all these niggas in the way
Ain't no competition, huh, I know I'm okay
I ain't pressed 'bout none of these niggas
I ain't stressed 'bout none of these bitches
I been countin' up too much shit
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
One for the money, two for the show
Three for these mad-ass, sad-ass hoes
She wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 4 for 4
Fives in this bitch, you know we bang that double O
He ain't really loaded, he just talking, he a troll
All my opps some hoes, all my opps getting exposed
Too much money on his head, he can't do shit 'cause he broke
One for the money, two for the show
Three for these mad-ass, sad-ass hoes
She wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 4 for 4
Fives in this bitch, you know we bang that double O
He ain't really loaded, he just talking, he a troll
All my opps some hoes, all my opps getting exposed
Too much money on his head, he can't do shit 'cause he broke
When I walk, you can tell I have it
When I talk, you can hear them trolls yappin'
I gave that bitch some money, now she so happy
I switched her whole status, I changed her life
I been fighting my fashion habits, everything I like, I buy twice
That shit don't bother me, niggas been stealing swag all my life
These hoes don't bother me, I can't be bothered
I'm the Black Panther, feel like T'Challa
Huh, huh, I'm on the X Files, huh, my bitch X'd up
Can't wait 'til we put him down, he think he next up
You ain't did shit that you rap about, that boy a wrestler
Huh, I think I'm charged up, I just popped a Tesla
Nigga, get your bars up, she sleep off the Xan'
These niggas ain't f*cking with me, let's go band for band
You ain't flexin' on me, bitch, you flexin' on your fans
That mil' you made in a year, I made in one day, go ask my mans
F*ck you talkin' 'bout?
You should know that every time I hit that concert, it's like karaoke
Keep my hammer like I'm Thor, huh, but I'm more like Loki
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore, these niggas don't really know me
I'm going Mozart, I'm going Shakespeare
I have a bakery, but I ain't bakin' no cakes here
I'm havin' bread, I'm makin' bread, shawty
Bread, bread, shawty
Bread, bread, shawty
Get your bread, bread, bread up
F*cking on your ho, woah, I got her legs up
F*cking on your ho, you ain't know? Boy, keep your head up
F*cking on another nigga ho because she fed up
I ran out of Wock', 'bout to pour this red up
He say I'm an opp, why the f*ck he ain't said nothin'?
Baby girl, call me back when I get my dreads a new retwist
I trap shit like Three 6
We the mafia, bitch, 808, yeah, mafia
Yeah, you pop shit, but you ain't pop enough
These niggas old and popped
Can't tell you if I sold my soul or not, I forgot
Everybody tough and gangster 'til they get shot
One for the money, two for these thots
Three for these drugs, I'm havin' a lot
If a nigga mug, I'ma up my Gen5
I'm fried, I'm not tired, I would've died if I lied
Put racks on, put the racks on that
Put a bag on it, put a tax on that
Camo flag, huh, gang shit
How you mourn? What you gon' do when that pain hit?
I been rockin', I been ravin', I been raging
She say she miss me, yeah, I miss the stage
Ain't no competition, all these niggas in the way
Ain't no competition, huh, I know I'm okay
I ain't pressed 'bout none of these niggas
I ain't stressed 'bout none of these bitches
I been countin' up too much shit
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
One for the money, two for the show
Three for these mad-ass, sad-ass hoes
She wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 4 for 4
Fives in this bitch, you know we bang that double O
He ain't really loaded, he just talking, he a troll
All my opps some hoes, all my opps getting exposed
Too much money on his head, he can't do shit 'cause he broke
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Money Spread
Huh, money spread, money spread, money spread
Money spread, money spread, money spread
Money spread, money spread, money spread
I got hunnids and fifties, huh
I got hunnids, fifties
Money spread, huh, huh
Money spread, huh, huh
Money spread
Pinks and blue like bubblegum
Pinks and blue like bubblegum
Pinks and blue like bubblegum
Pink fifties and blue hunnids, yeah, it look like bubblegum
Showed her my money spread, she spread her legs, yeah, I got her sprung
Copped a f*ckin' castle, every bedroom the master
Tall model, bitch, to f*ck this ho, you gotta use a ladder
Tall model, bitch, to f*ck this ho, you gotta use a ladder
It's More Chaos, first it's beautiful, then it's a disaster
This a money spread, hunnids goin' up my leg, yeah-yeah
She wanna ride it, huh, she wanna ride, I told her get on the pegs
I'm all inside of her, huh, could've been a gynecologist
Broke as f*ck, yeah, I know you ain't got no money spread
Huh, money spread, money spread, money spread
Money spread, money spread, money spread
Money spread, money spread, money spread
I got hunnids and fifties, huh
I got hunnids, fifties
Money spread, huh, huh
Money spread, huh, huh
Money spread
Money spread, money spread, money spread
Money spread, money spread, money spread
I got hunnids and fifties, huh
I got hunnids, fifties
Money spread, huh, huh
Money spread, huh, huh
Money spread
Pinks and blue like bubblegum
Pinks and blue like bubblegum
Pinks and blue like bubblegum
Pink fifties and blue hunnids, yeah, it look like bubblegum
Showed her my money spread, she spread her legs, yeah, I got her sprung
Copped a f*ckin' castle, every bedroom the master
Tall model, bitch, to f*ck this ho, you gotta use a ladder
Tall model, bitch, to f*ck this ho, you gotta use a ladder
It's More Chaos, first it's beautiful, then it's a disaster
This a money spread, hunnids goin' up my leg, yeah-yeah
She wanna ride it, huh, she wanna ride, I told her get on the pegs
I'm all inside of her, huh, could've been a gynecologist
Broke as f*ck, yeah, I know you ain't got no money spread
Huh, money spread, money spread, money spread
Money spread, money spread, money spread
Money spread, money spread, money spread
I got hunnids and fifties, huh
I got hunnids, fifties
Money spread, huh, huh
Money spread, huh, huh
Money spread
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Root Of All Evil
Hm, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh (Outtatown)
Huh, huh (star boy, you're my hero)
Huh, huh
I'm 'bout to pour this shit, I'm 'bout to roll this shit
I'm 'bout to show this bitch, huh
Iso, pass me the ball, I'm 'bout to score this bitch
I go Chris Brown, wall to wall, she know how it get
I'm out of pocket, I'm on the run
You can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin'
Root of all evil, I been gettin' that munyun
Out of all people, huh, I think I'm the one, I think I'm the-
Huh, huh, top two, not two in this bitch
If I get me one, I'm takin' that risk, walking lighter, yeah, I get this bitch lit
I'm influencing, inspiring, ain't never ask who hiring
Ain't no nigga try this shit, they know that I'm firing
Oh, she like the whip, she admiring, like the whip, she having miles
Copped a new AP, they gon' hate me, it got a glow-in-the-dark dial
My diamonds glow in the the dark, wow, reach for this chain, pow
Bitches be lame, how? Playin' too many games, yeah
I got a fit to throw, I got a fit to catch
Bust down this fit then blow, overload, KRISS Vec'
I roll up that shit and smoke and pour me a four, I throw me one back
I was putting that shit on when you ain't nobody yet
When I was knowin' nobody yet, now I'm having this shit, better watch your ho
If I come for that bitch and she look too hard, I'm gonna take her home
You f*ckin' with the O, bitch, this the danger zone
No, I can't go out sad, I got that banger on me
I don't look at no price tags, if I like it, then I buy it
Go to the store and ask about me, know I'm certified
He in the store tryin' shit on, but he ain't gon buy nothin'
She bendin' over, mosh pit, I'm bout to open it up
Michael Phelps, I'm strokin' in her, I'm emotin' in her
Want smoke? We potent in here, hit it once, she chokin' in here
Niggas talk too much, we ain't doin' no jokesin' in here
Got sticks, like what? I'm 'bout to pour this shit and roll this shit up, yeah
I'm 'bout to pour this shit, I'm 'bout to roll this shit
I'm 'bout to show this bitch, huh
Iso, pass me the ball, I'm 'bout to score this bitch
I go Chris Brown, wall to wall, she know how it get
I'm out of pocket, I'm on the run
You can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin'
Root of all evil, I been gettin' that munyun
Out of all people, huh, I think I'm the one, I think I'm the-
Huh, huh, huh (Outtatown)
Huh, huh (star boy, you're my hero)
Huh, huh
I'm 'bout to pour this shit, I'm 'bout to roll this shit
I'm 'bout to show this bitch, huh
Iso, pass me the ball, I'm 'bout to score this bitch
I go Chris Brown, wall to wall, she know how it get
I'm out of pocket, I'm on the run
You can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin'
Root of all evil, I been gettin' that munyun
Out of all people, huh, I think I'm the one, I think I'm the-
Huh, huh, top two, not two in this bitch
If I get me one, I'm takin' that risk, walking lighter, yeah, I get this bitch lit
I'm influencing, inspiring, ain't never ask who hiring
Ain't no nigga try this shit, they know that I'm firing
Oh, she like the whip, she admiring, like the whip, she having miles
Copped a new AP, they gon' hate me, it got a glow-in-the-dark dial
My diamonds glow in the the dark, wow, reach for this chain, pow
Bitches be lame, how? Playin' too many games, yeah
I got a fit to throw, I got a fit to catch
Bust down this fit then blow, overload, KRISS Vec'
I roll up that shit and smoke and pour me a four, I throw me one back
I was putting that shit on when you ain't nobody yet
When I was knowin' nobody yet, now I'm having this shit, better watch your ho
If I come for that bitch and she look too hard, I'm gonna take her home
You f*ckin' with the O, bitch, this the danger zone
No, I can't go out sad, I got that banger on me
I don't look at no price tags, if I like it, then I buy it
Go to the store and ask about me, know I'm certified
He in the store tryin' shit on, but he ain't gon buy nothin'
She bendin' over, mosh pit, I'm bout to open it up
Michael Phelps, I'm strokin' in her, I'm emotin' in her
Want smoke? We potent in here, hit it once, she chokin' in here
Niggas talk too much, we ain't doin' no jokesin' in here
Got sticks, like what? I'm 'bout to pour this shit and roll this shit up, yeah
I'm 'bout to pour this shit, I'm 'bout to roll this shit
I'm 'bout to show this bitch, huh
Iso, pass me the ball, I'm 'bout to score this bitch
I go Chris Brown, wall to wall, she know how it get
I'm out of pocket, I'm on the run
You can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin'
Root of all evil, I been gettin' that munyun
Out of all people, huh, I think I'm the one, I think I'm the-
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
K-Hole
Huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Cocaine sniffer, shawty bad as f*ck
K pop, ketamine, yeah, she gon' lick it up
You must been listening to Travis Scott, now you a fiend, huh?
Always wanted a Nicki Minaj, tell Scotty, "Beam me up"
Oh, you f*cking with them niggas now, when the f*ck y'all teamed up?
Codeine, promethazine, I pour that lean up
Super fried, everywhere I go, I got a double cup
Put it in auto-pilot, got my wings, I'm flying, she gon' top me up
Cropped ya out the picture, you ain't belong in that bitch
No security, it's just me and my phone in this bitch
Chrome on in this bitch, not the Hearts, I want it, I'll take one
If you complain how I make these hits, then pussy nigga, make one
If I wanna reach out, I'll take some, rob a bank or pull a heist
I ain't going home 'til I make some, I been outside all night
I been fighting my intrusive thoughts, I call them demons
Shawty innocent, who would've thought her pussy creamin'?
Her friend intervening, she wanna join
I rock the show, I'm hot, I'm steaming, I need my coins
It ain't about where you at, it's about where you going
She said she want a shot of that
Now we faded to the moon, huh, she wanna leave my room
Now she trying on my clothes and shit
Said she like my jacket, huh, oh, you showing me how it's supposed to fit
Respect for all these hoes, I never exposed a bitch
No time to hate, I'm too busy reaching my goals and shit, yeah, yeah
Hard work beat talent, yeah, so I work hard
Adam Sandler, I'm an uncut gem, this the longest yard
Saw a lot of shit when I was young, huh, a nigga scarred
I'm in a relationship with these drugs, it's time to depart
Tried to kick the cup, picked it back up, I relapsed
These niggas don't even wash they hands, I don't want no dap
You just rap, that ain't your lifestyle, boy, I know that's cap
It was me, Carti, Unky, Jefe, and Homixide on 800 Block, no bap
My shop loaded like the trap, I got customers
He don't got no reason to hate, he just know I f*ck with her
Pull up Lamborghini, skrrt, that's a V10, yes, sir
She got on a mesh shirt and fishnets, she ready
I been off the, yeah, yeah, yeah, my eyes heavy
I just want her neck, we ain't goin' steady
I been runnin' lights, it's big shots if you tread me
You can have the hoes and clothes, I just want the fetty
Niggas soft and teddy, bare, yeah, she naked
Long hair, Pocahontas, she a baddie
Take care of her everything, that's why she call me daddy
I can let the money walk, yeah, I ain't braggin'
Pull whatever I vault, yeah, 'cause I'm havin'
Need them drugs mean, I'm a fiend, I'm like Travis
Nicki, yeah, Minaj, Scotty, beam me up, what's happenin'?
She stay down for me, she a G, I'm coppin' her a Wagen
Cocaine sniffer, shawty bad as f*ck
K pop, ketamine, yeah, she gon' lick it up
You must been listening to Travis Scott, now you a fiend, huh?
Always wanted a Nicki Minaj, tell Scotty, "Beam me up"
Oh, you f*cking with them niggas now, when the f*ck y'all teamed up?
Codeine, promethazine, I pour that lean up
Super fried, everywhere I go, I got a double cup
Put it in auto-pilot, got my wings, I'm flying, she gon' top me up
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Cocaine sniffer, shawty bad as f*ck
K pop, ketamine, yeah, she gon' lick it up
You must been listening to Travis Scott, now you a fiend, huh?
Always wanted a Nicki Minaj, tell Scotty, "Beam me up"
Oh, you f*cking with them niggas now, when the f*ck y'all teamed up?
Codeine, promethazine, I pour that lean up
Super fried, everywhere I go, I got a double cup
Put it in auto-pilot, got my wings, I'm flying, she gon' top me up
Cropped ya out the picture, you ain't belong in that bitch
No security, it's just me and my phone in this bitch
Chrome on in this bitch, not the Hearts, I want it, I'll take one
If you complain how I make these hits, then pussy nigga, make one
If I wanna reach out, I'll take some, rob a bank or pull a heist
I ain't going home 'til I make some, I been outside all night
I been fighting my intrusive thoughts, I call them demons
Shawty innocent, who would've thought her pussy creamin'?
Her friend intervening, she wanna join
I rock the show, I'm hot, I'm steaming, I need my coins
It ain't about where you at, it's about where you going
She said she want a shot of that
Now we faded to the moon, huh, she wanna leave my room
Now she trying on my clothes and shit
Said she like my jacket, huh, oh, you showing me how it's supposed to fit
Respect for all these hoes, I never exposed a bitch
No time to hate, I'm too busy reaching my goals and shit, yeah, yeah
Hard work beat talent, yeah, so I work hard
Adam Sandler, I'm an uncut gem, this the longest yard
Saw a lot of shit when I was young, huh, a nigga scarred
I'm in a relationship with these drugs, it's time to depart
Tried to kick the cup, picked it back up, I relapsed
These niggas don't even wash they hands, I don't want no dap
You just rap, that ain't your lifestyle, boy, I know that's cap
It was me, Carti, Unky, Jefe, and Homixide on 800 Block, no bap
My shop loaded like the trap, I got customers
He don't got no reason to hate, he just know I f*ck with her
Pull up Lamborghini, skrrt, that's a V10, yes, sir
She got on a mesh shirt and fishnets, she ready
I been off the, yeah, yeah, yeah, my eyes heavy
I just want her neck, we ain't goin' steady
I been runnin' lights, it's big shots if you tread me
You can have the hoes and clothes, I just want the fetty
Niggas soft and teddy, bare, yeah, she naked
Long hair, Pocahontas, she a baddie
Take care of her everything, that's why she call me daddy
I can let the money walk, yeah, I ain't braggin'
Pull whatever I vault, yeah, 'cause I'm havin'
Need them drugs mean, I'm a fiend, I'm like Travis
Nicki, yeah, Minaj, Scotty, beam me up, what's happenin'?
She stay down for me, she a G, I'm coppin' her a Wagen
Cocaine sniffer, shawty bad as f*ck
K pop, ketamine, yeah, she gon' lick it up
You must been listening to Travis Scott, now you a fiend, huh?
Always wanted a Nicki Minaj, tell Scotty, "Beam me up"
Oh, you f*cking with them niggas now, when the f*ck y'all teamed up?
Codeine, promethazine, I pour that lean up
Super fried, everywhere I go, I got a double cup
Put it in auto-pilot, got my wings, I'm flying, she gon' top me up
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Trap Jump
(8-808)
Trap jump like Jordan, I mean the trap jumpin' like Ja
Recover when we done, she spent the whole day at the spa
He ain't die yet 'cause when he die, they gon' say it's my fault
I f*ck a bitch and forget it, I iced out my wrist, yeah, I'm havin' amnesia
Nigga pillow talkin' these hoes 'cause she play Ken Carson through her speakers
Life's a game, I got cheat codes
I go Chrome Heart belt, cheetah
I put hoes in check, Nike
I give 'em three stripes, Adidas
I turned a zip to a quarter, a quarter to half, yeah, to a whole pound
You wanna get down with the gang but if you ain't got a billion then you can't get down
I've just been crackin' these seals and droppin' these ceilings, they makin' these sounds
Ain't callin' no shooter, you try and I shoot up the buildin', I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds, huh, huh
Huh, huh, the SRT came with a wide-body kit
Thick shit, that's a wide-body bitch
Slick Rick, I'm in pirate mode
I'm the one who put designs on that ho
Ed Hardy, I designed it, I'm the designer
Put that lil' ho in designer, like Lonely, ain't havin' no stylist, you know I'm the finder
Who you love? I need a reminder
Do I love you? Kind of
I ain't fallin' in love with these hoes
Is we f*ckin' or what? Let me know
I ain't callin' you over here for nothin'
I got G6 and a blunt, we can take off and get high at the same time
That's your dawg? I'm shootin' the K9
Yeah, y'all want fire? Go do somethin'
I'm in the field with cleats and shoulder pads, I know these niggas ain't gon' do nothin'
Know she a freak, she tatted the side of her ass, I'ma slide in it like a QB
I ain't cuttin' no ties, this shit forever, that me-, mean somethin' to me
I'm so fresh, I got on calf leather, cuh, ignore your pants
Gloves on, sticky with me, yeah, yeah, where the f*ck them bands?
Where the f*ck yo' chains at? (Pussy nigga)
Where the f*ck the niggas I started out with at?
Where the f*ck them broke ass bitches who was talkin' shit? They in the back
Incognito, I'm ridin' in the black truck, Cadillac
And it's bulletproof, heavy shit, she think she Heaven sent
But she sent from Hell, if you wanna go, I'll take you there
I'm aimin' at your head, these niggas be shootin' in the air
Trap jump like Jordan, I mean the trap jumpin' like Ja
Recover when we done, she spent the whole day at the spa
He ain't die yet 'cause when he die, they gon' say it's my fault
I f*ck a bitch and forget it, I iced out my wrist, yeah, I'm havin' amnesia
Nigga pillow talkin' these hoes 'cause she play Ken Carson through her speakers
Life's a game, I got cheat codes
I go Chrome Heart belt, cheetah
I put hoes in check, Nike
Trap jump like Jordan, I mean the trap jumpin' like Ja
Recover when we done, she spent the whole day at the spa
He ain't die yet 'cause when he die, they gon' say it's my fault
I f*ck a bitch and forget it, I iced out my wrist, yeah, I'm havin' amnesia
Nigga pillow talkin' these hoes 'cause she play Ken Carson through her speakers
Life's a game, I got cheat codes
I go Chrome Heart belt, cheetah
I put hoes in check, Nike
I give 'em three stripes, Adidas
I turned a zip to a quarter, a quarter to half, yeah, to a whole pound
You wanna get down with the gang but if you ain't got a billion then you can't get down
I've just been crackin' these seals and droppin' these ceilings, they makin' these sounds
Ain't callin' no shooter, you try and I shoot up the buildin', I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds, huh, huh
Huh, huh, the SRT came with a wide-body kit
Thick shit, that's a wide-body bitch
Slick Rick, I'm in pirate mode
I'm the one who put designs on that ho
Ed Hardy, I designed it, I'm the designer
Put that lil' ho in designer, like Lonely, ain't havin' no stylist, you know I'm the finder
Who you love? I need a reminder
Do I love you? Kind of
I ain't fallin' in love with these hoes
Is we f*ckin' or what? Let me know
I ain't callin' you over here for nothin'
I got G6 and a blunt, we can take off and get high at the same time
That's your dawg? I'm shootin' the K9
Yeah, y'all want fire? Go do somethin'
I'm in the field with cleats and shoulder pads, I know these niggas ain't gon' do nothin'
Know she a freak, she tatted the side of her ass, I'ma slide in it like a QB
I ain't cuttin' no ties, this shit forever, that me-, mean somethin' to me
I'm so fresh, I got on calf leather, cuh, ignore your pants
Gloves on, sticky with me, yeah, yeah, where the f*ck them bands?
Where the f*ck yo' chains at? (Pussy nigga)
Where the f*ck the niggas I started out with at?
Where the f*ck them broke ass bitches who was talkin' shit? They in the back
Incognito, I'm ridin' in the black truck, Cadillac
And it's bulletproof, heavy shit, she think she Heaven sent
But she sent from Hell, if you wanna go, I'll take you there
I'm aimin' at your head, these niggas be shootin' in the air
Trap jump like Jordan, I mean the trap jumpin' like Ja
Recover when we done, she spent the whole day at the spa
He ain't die yet 'cause when he die, they gon' say it's my fault
I f*ck a bitch and forget it, I iced out my wrist, yeah, I'm havin' amnesia
Nigga pillow talkin' these hoes 'cause she play Ken Carson through her speakers
Life's a game, I got cheat codes
I go Chrome Heart belt, cheetah
I put hoes in check, Nike
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Blakk Rokkstar
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
What the f*ck?
That's some 808s, yeah, better duck
Step-back fadeaway, I'm shootin' shit up
City to city, state to state, yeah, I'm bootin' shit up
What the f*ck? I'm not surprised
Boy, that 'fit ain't nothin', who told you lies?
I'm outside with a freak mask, oh, this my disguise
Heard you got caught lackin', damn, that's sad, you gotta move wise
I'm tatted up tribal, mama, do you see me?
I made them hoes flock before I copped the Lamborghini
You reach for this chain, now my gang screamin' free me
Bitch, this not Vivienne Westwood, ho, these real VVs
I can show you how to pop it, huh, huh, she like, "Teach me"
I don't need no jewelry, eyes weary
Shawty got that water, think she from Missouri
Cocaine, Pelle Pelle jacket, Evisus to match it
Racks pokin' out my f*ckin' pockets, so she know I'm havin'
Sweeped her off her feet, yeah, she Jasmine, yeah, and I'm Aladdin
Yeah, big boots on her, steppin' on your neck, this not for fashion, yeah
Chrome Hearts on, crosses up, but my life upside down
You say I can't come to what? They know I'm good out the town
You ain't got no hood, you ain't got no block
You ain't got no gang, these niggas be cops
I'll put that stick right to your face and watch your piss run down your socks
Pick a number, add a double-0, these niggas be makin' up blocks
It's only double-O, these niggas know I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black-
(Wake up-)
Ha, ha
Call that bitch (ha), she'll kill somethin' (ha)
Novocaine (ha), I don't feel nothin' (ha)
Get out your feelings (ha), get in your bag (ha)
I dropped the ceilings (ha), I made 'em mad (ha)
Popped a Tesla (ha), takin' off on they ass (ha)
You'd think I had propellers (ha), 'cause I'm so fly (ha)
I'm the pilot (ha), I got my wings now (ha)
Porsche GT3RS (ha), got the wing out (ha)
All that brat shit (ha), what you singing 'bout? (Ha)
You don't need no diamond tester (ha), my diamonds blingin' out (ha)
Pointers in the chain (ha), look like polka dots (ha)
Bruh got a casino (ha), I got a poker thot (ha)
She like DMT (ha), she like acid (ha)
Sendin' me flicks, I'm 'bout to send her through the mattress (ha, ha)
F*ck them pics, I'm tryna pull up and do ya (ha, ha)
Got chemistry, you woulda thought that I knew her (ha, ha)
Water faucet (ha), she don't gotta lube up (ha)
Rough around sober (ha), I don't need a pill (ha)
I don't need no honey (ha), oh, you want some money (ha)
I'm a young nigga (ha), but I'm not a dummy (ha)
Old ho tryna take advantage (ha, ha)
New ho remedial (ha), she don't understand it (ha)
I know what I want (ha), I'm demandin' (ha)
You don't know what to do (ha), when it go left, you gon' panic (ha)
Ain't nothin' for certain (ha), I can't take nothin' for granted (ha)
Bankroll too big (ha), can't rubber-band it (ha)
Flew her overseas (ha), she tanning (ha)
F*ck your aesthetic (ha), niggas need rebranding (ha)
Everything-
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
What the f*ck?
That's some 808s, yeah, better duck
Step-back fadeaway, I'm shootin' shit up
City to city, state to state, yeah, I'm bootin' shit up
What the f*ck? I'm not surprised
Boy, that 'fit ain't nothin', who told you lies?
I'm outside with a freak mask, oh, this my disguise
Heard you got caught lackin', damn, that's sad, you gotta move wise
I'm tatted up tribal, mama, do you see me?
I made them hoes flock before I copped the Lamborghini
You reach for this chain, now my gang screamin' free me
Bitch, this not Vivienne Westwood, ho, these real VVs
I can show you how to pop it, huh, huh, she like, "Teach me"
I don't need no jewelry, eyes weary
Shawty got that water, think she from Missouri
Cocaine, Pelle Pelle jacket, Evisus to match it
Racks pokin' out my f*ckin' pockets, so she know I'm havin'
Sweeped her off her feet, yeah, she Jasmine, yeah, and I'm Aladdin
Yeah, big boots on her, steppin' on your neck, this not for fashion, yeah
Chrome Hearts on, crosses up, but my life upside down
You say I can't come to what? They know I'm good out the town
You ain't got no hood, you ain't got no block
You ain't got no gang, these niggas be cops
I'll put that stick right to your face and watch your piss run down your socks
Pick a number, add a double-0, these niggas be makin' up blocks
It's only double-O, these niggas know I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black-
(Wake up-)
Ha, ha
Call that bitch (ha), she'll kill somethin' (ha)
Novocaine (ha), I don't feel nothin' (ha)
Get out your feelings (ha), get in your bag (ha)
I dropped the ceilings (ha), I made 'em mad (ha)
Popped a Tesla (ha), takin' off on they ass (ha)
You'd think I had propellers (ha), 'cause I'm so fly (ha)
I'm the pilot (ha), I got my wings now (ha)
Porsche GT3RS (ha), got the wing out (ha)
All that brat shit (ha), what you singing 'bout? (Ha)
You don't need no diamond tester (ha), my diamonds blingin' out (ha)
Pointers in the chain (ha), look like polka dots (ha)
Bruh got a casino (ha), I got a poker thot (ha)
She like DMT (ha), she like acid (ha)
Sendin' me flicks, I'm 'bout to send her through the mattress (ha, ha)
F*ck them pics, I'm tryna pull up and do ya (ha, ha)
Got chemistry, you woulda thought that I knew her (ha, ha)
Water faucet (ha), she don't gotta lube up (ha)
Rough around sober (ha), I don't need a pill (ha)
I don't need no honey (ha), oh, you want some money (ha)
I'm a young nigga (ha), but I'm not a dummy (ha)
Old ho tryna take advantage (ha, ha)
New ho remedial (ha), she don't understand it (ha)
I know what I want (ha), I'm demandin' (ha)
You don't know what to do (ha), when it go left, you gon' panic (ha)
Ain't nothin' for certain (ha), I can't take nothin' for granted (ha)
Bankroll too big (ha), can't rubber-band it (ha)
Flew her overseas (ha), she tanning (ha)
F*ck your aesthetic (ha), niggas need rebranding (ha)
Everything-
Writer: Kenyatta Lee Jr. Frazier, Erik Cordova, Ethan Andrade, Michael Joseph Alberro, Richard Ortiz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
LiveLeak
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I don't need no DJ to turn me up, lil' bitch, I got it
Pull out the coupe, no mileage (Huh)
Maybach truck, hydraulics (Huh-huh)
My bitch do narcotics, yeah, my bitch love them drugs
Rockstar ho, everybody say she weird, I'm tryna get next to her
I ain't nothin' like them other niggas, I'ma give the best to ya
Try to slide in that hooptie, you gon' pull off in a stretcher, yeah
I don't smoke no LooseLeaf, bitch, this Grabba in my paper
My niggas push up all black, yeah, like Darth Vader
Mask up, bitch, swing yo' blick, do whatever to get that paper
My bitch on whatever I'm on, she like Tomb Raider
Baguettes and pointer stones on, bitch, I'm too paid
Got a bitch who'll f*ck whoever in this room, she tryna get laid
Yeah, she go both ways
I'm in this bitch off Oxycontin
Bitch, I'm too rich, you can't tell me nothin'
Bodies drop just like a bail or somethin'
Puttin' money on your head or tail
Flip a coin, it went straight in the air, went down the wishing well
You was gon' die regardless, bitch
Flip her, this a Jeff Hardy stick
Flip her, I'm f*ckin' a stripper
She want me to tip her, she know that I'm havin', yeah
Know some niggas that'll pull up, catch a body, then pull off laughin', yeah
The area, yeah, she got her ass in there
My bag, yeah, I got the cash in here
Swag, yeah, I'm freestylin' this shit
Make a O, I'm 'bout to jump in the pit
The bullets hot, yeah, you know how it get
Pussy shoulda made it 'cross the fence
Niggas be doin' fake drugs, that ain't no Percocet, boy, that's Fent'
I'ma get rich without tryin' even if I get shot nine times like 50 Cent
I'm VL5 in this bitch, she 'bout to ride on this dick
I've been off Earth, ain't nobody liver than this
I've been off Earth, ain't nobody liver than this
Ain't nobody liver than this, ain't nobody liver than this
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Yeah
All this money comin' in and out like a bank
No Andrew Jackson's, only Ben Franks
Bitch, I'm in the field like Call of Duty, tryna up my rank
Don't matter what cologne you put on, my partner gon' leave you stank
I'm on ten, my adrenaline pumpin', yeah, just like crank
My diamonds punchin', yeah, my diamonds punchin', yeah, just like Tank
I'm way too high, she asking me to cum, huh, but I can't
I'm f*ckin' on your bitch, I'm goin' dumb
He thought she was a saint, but she not
V-a-m-p-i-r-e, I'm a vampire
V-a-m-p-i-r-e, yeah, I got this bitch vamped out
She ain't had no tattoos, now she got a tramp stamp, huh, with my name on it, yeah
That ain't my bitch if you ain't see my chains on her
I trap and do deals, same line, same phone, yeah
Opium my gang, somebody call Tyrone, they tryna clone us
I'm from ATL, my name ring bells, from Zone 6 to Zone 1
I'm not Drake, I'm not Future, but I'm on one
They upped that Drac', yeah, end his future, he thought he was on somethin'
Shawty havin' cake
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I don't need no DJ to turn me up, lil' bitch, I got it
Pull out the coupe, no mileage (Huh)
Maybach truck, hydraulics (Huh-huh)
My bitch do narcotics, yeah, my bitch love them drugs
Rockstar ho, everybody say she weird, I'm tryna get next to her
I ain't nothin' like them other niggas, I'ma give the best to ya
Try to slide in that hooptie, you gon' pull off in a stretcher, yeah
I don't smoke no LooseLeaf, bitch, this Grabba in my paper
My niggas push up all black, yeah, like Darth Vader
Mask up, bitch, swing yo' blick, do whatever to get that paper
My bitch on whatever I'm on, she like Tomb Raider
Baguettes and pointer stones on, bitch, I'm too paid
Got a bitch who'll f*ck whoever in this room, she tryna get laid
Yeah, she go both ways
I'm in this bitch off Oxycontin
Bitch, I'm too rich, you can't tell me nothin'
Bodies drop just like a bail or somethin'
Puttin' money on your head or tail
Flip a coin, it went straight in the air, went down the wishing well
You was gon' die regardless, bitch
Flip her, this a Jeff Hardy stick
Flip her, I'm f*ckin' a stripper
She want me to tip her, she know that I'm havin', yeah
Know some niggas that'll pull up, catch a body, then pull off laughin', yeah
The area, yeah, she got her ass in there
My bag, yeah, I got the cash in here
Swag, yeah, I'm freestylin' this shit
Make a O, I'm 'bout to jump in the pit
The bullets hot, yeah, you know how it get
Pussy shoulda made it 'cross the fence
Niggas be doin' fake drugs, that ain't no Percocet, boy, that's Fent'
I'ma get rich without tryin' even if I get shot nine times like 50 Cent
I'm VL5 in this bitch, she 'bout to ride on this dick
I've been off Earth, ain't nobody liver than this
I've been off Earth, ain't nobody liver than this
Ain't nobody liver than this, ain't nobody liver than this
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Yeah
All this money comin' in and out like a bank
No Andrew Jackson's, only Ben Franks
Bitch, I'm in the field like Call of Duty, tryna up my rank
Don't matter what cologne you put on, my partner gon' leave you stank
I'm on ten, my adrenaline pumpin', yeah, just like crank
My diamonds punchin', yeah, my diamonds punchin', yeah, just like Tank
I'm way too high, she asking me to cum, huh, but I can't
I'm f*ckin' on your bitch, I'm goin' dumb
He thought she was a saint, but she not
V-a-m-p-i-r-e, I'm a vampire
V-a-m-p-i-r-e, yeah, I got this bitch vamped out
She ain't had no tattoos, now she got a tramp stamp, huh, with my name on it, yeah
That ain't my bitch if you ain't see my chains on her
I trap and do deals, same line, same phone, yeah
Opium my gang, somebody call Tyrone, they tryna clone us
I'm from ATL, my name ring bells, from Zone 6 to Zone 1
I'm not Drake, I'm not Future, but I'm on one
They upped that Drac', yeah, end his future, he thought he was on somethin'
Shawty havin' cake
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Diamonds
Oh, you like how I swag, you like-, you like-, you like how I do that shit, huh
Huh, I can tell, uh, yeah, I can tell, uh, uh, I can tell
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Too high, I'm in the clouds
I been rollin' all day, I smoke too much loud
I ain't even got time for family, but I know they proud
I ain't got even time for my lil' bitch, I'm rockin' out the crowd
If they don't catch me red-handed, I'm takin' it to trial
Tried out this spot that lil abandoned bitch, we need every dollar
I been smokin' my problems, I been pill-poppin' my feels
I'm still fightin' my demons, wake me up, when I'm dreamin'
She want me, she fiendin', and I can tell
I think I like her, I remember how she smell
If she don't reciprocate the energy, oh well
I ain't trippin 'bout these hoes, bitch, you can stay over there
I got diamonds on my ear, I got diamonds on my neck, I got diamonds on my rings
I put diamonds on her, now she think she apart of the team
I just poured in my soda, I'm sippin' on lean
I'm addicted to codeine, I'm addicted to these drugs
She just wanna f*ck a young rich nigga, she don't know that I'm f*cked up-
Yeah, yeah, she don't give no f*cks
Yeah, yeah, she don't give no f*cks
I ain't took my meds in years-
I been thinkin' 'bout a whole lot, that's how I made these M's
She a grim reaper, eat your soul out
Walk in this bitch with my pole out-
Walk in this bitch with a whole lot-
Cash, I got a whole lot of, bags, I got a whole lot of
F*ckin' your ho, she your problem
Leanin', I need me a kickstand
All black, all Rick man
(Haha)
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh
I just copped an AP, won't catch me with Franck Muller
When I was in school, they caught me f*ckin' on my tutor
When I was in school, I was skippin' class, Ferris Bueller
Yo' bitch might let me f*ck 'cause I got more cash and I'm cooler
You niggas ain't get no money
Spent yo bag on her ass, I go 'ku with them hundreds
These niggas ain't getting no pass
These niggas gotta pay some hundreds
Slow up, G-Lock, Ski mask
When I'm outside, it's a hunnid
When I'm outside, it's a hunnid
When I'm outside, it's a hunnid
When I'm outside, it's a hunnid
When I'm outside, it's a hunnid
When I'm outside
When I'm outside, it's a hunnid
When I'm outside
When I'm outside, it's a hunnid, hunnid
Fully Tommy gun, shootin' at the crowd
Everybody run, everybody get down
Smokin' that shit, I can't hear you, know we smoke that loud
I got diamonds all over my body, from my ears to the ground
I'm the diamond man, I got diamond pants
Alex Moss, YVL chain, cost like forty grand
X chain came from Wafi, cost like one-sixty
That 200K just to play, and I ain't done with it
Diamonds in my teeth, come watch when the sun hit
Tennis chains on, hit like Serena and Venus
Vvs on my ho so cold, she say she anemic
Shop in New York, SoHo, we don't shop at Neiman's
Pop, show me your bankroll, these niggas ain't get no money
That shit you posted on the 'Gram, I spend that shit for fun
(?) A 100K a week, and I'm not done
She was with me the first time she seen a honey bun
Told her, "Hell nah, hundred thousand," huh, 'bout a ten
I turned up my partners and turned up my bitch, we all in
I pay everything in cash, huh, huh, it's all there
Bitch like to stay high like my swag, huh, huh, it's all real
Catch your partner, turn you to a pallbearer
G-lock .44 bullet, I'm standin' my ground
I still live in Atlanta, ain't move out of town
Catch an out of town nigga down bad, he was out of bounds
Huh, I can tell, uh, yeah, I can tell, uh, uh, I can tell
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Too high, I'm in the clouds
I been rollin' all day, I smoke too much loud
I ain't even got time for family, but I know they proud
I ain't got even time for my lil' bitch, I'm rockin' out the crowd
If they don't catch me red-handed, I'm takin' it to trial
Tried out this spot that lil abandoned bitch, we need every dollar
I been smokin' my problems, I been pill-poppin' my feels
I'm still fightin' my demons, wake me up, when I'm dreamin'
She want me, she fiendin', and I can tell
I think I like her, I remember how she smell
If she don't reciprocate the energy, oh well
I ain't trippin 'bout these hoes, bitch, you can stay over there
I got diamonds on my ear, I got diamonds on my neck, I got diamonds on my rings
I put diamonds on her, now she think she apart of the team
I just poured in my soda, I'm sippin' on lean
I'm addicted to codeine, I'm addicted to these drugs
She just wanna f*ck a young rich nigga, she don't know that I'm f*cked up-
Yeah, yeah, she don't give no f*cks
Yeah, yeah, she don't give no f*cks
I ain't took my meds in years-
I been thinkin' 'bout a whole lot, that's how I made these M's
She a grim reaper, eat your soul out
Walk in this bitch with my pole out-
Walk in this bitch with a whole lot-
Cash, I got a whole lot of, bags, I got a whole lot of
F*ckin' your ho, she your problem
Leanin', I need me a kickstand
All black, all Rick man
(Haha)
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh
I just copped an AP, won't catch me with Franck Muller
When I was in school, they caught me f*ckin' on my tutor
When I was in school, I was skippin' class, Ferris Bueller
Yo' bitch might let me f*ck 'cause I got more cash and I'm cooler
You niggas ain't get no money
Spent yo bag on her ass, I go 'ku with them hundreds
These niggas ain't getting no pass
These niggas gotta pay some hundreds
Slow up, G-Lock, Ski mask
When I'm outside, it's a hunnid
When I'm outside, it's a hunnid
When I'm outside, it's a hunnid
When I'm outside, it's a hunnid
When I'm outside, it's a hunnid
When I'm outside
When I'm outside, it's a hunnid
When I'm outside
When I'm outside, it's a hunnid, hunnid
Fully Tommy gun, shootin' at the crowd
Everybody run, everybody get down
Smokin' that shit, I can't hear you, know we smoke that loud
I got diamonds all over my body, from my ears to the ground
I'm the diamond man, I got diamond pants
Alex Moss, YVL chain, cost like forty grand
X chain came from Wafi, cost like one-sixty
That 200K just to play, and I ain't done with it
Diamonds in my teeth, come watch when the sun hit
Tennis chains on, hit like Serena and Venus
Vvs on my ho so cold, she say she anemic
Shop in New York, SoHo, we don't shop at Neiman's
Pop, show me your bankroll, these niggas ain't get no money
That shit you posted on the 'Gram, I spend that shit for fun
(?) A 100K a week, and I'm not done
She was with me the first time she seen a honey bun
Told her, "Hell nah, hundred thousand," huh, 'bout a ten
I turned up my partners and turned up my bitch, we all in
I pay everything in cash, huh, huh, it's all there
Bitch like to stay high like my swag, huh, huh, it's all real
Catch your partner, turn you to a pallbearer
G-lock .44 bullet, I'm standin' my ground
I still live in Atlanta, ain't move out of town
Catch an out of town nigga down bad, he was out of bounds
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Dismantled
Yeah, yeah
Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah
If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled
Yeah, can't be canceled, yeah, can't be f*cked with
Saw Lil Wayne at the Balenciaga show, used to rock the truck
Before we take it to the next level, baby girl, tell me who you f*ck with?
Yeah, who you f*ck with? Yeah
I ain't f*ckin' with these hoes, I'm tryna get that bank
I'm tryna cop a client crib crib, yeah, with a gate
I live a fast life with no brakes
Supercharged, all-wheel drive
No, I can't f*ck with these bitches, they gon' say that I like lyin'
Yeah, I'm a stand up guy, ain't standin' down for nobody
If you havin' animosity, Ken Carson f*cked your bitch, prolly
My bitch, yeah, so-so godly, she the only proof of God
She rock three camouflage, you thought you was smooth, huh
Thought you was at home in your close friends, you in the rulebook
You ain't him on the internet, I know them not just rumors
No feelings, yeah, I lost my heart on a shroom trip
Love on me, yeah, I got you flowers and expensive gifts
Had another bitch in a Uber, so I had to send you a Lyft
I knew her way before I knew ya, you late to the party
Give a f*ck 'bout these hoes, I'm getting money regardless
Never bite the hand that feed you, yeah, don't get me started
Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah
If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled
Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah
If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled
Yeah, can't be canceled, yeah, can't be f*cked with
Saw Lil Wayne at the Balenciaga show, used to rock the truck
Before we take it to the next level, baby girl, tell me who you f*ck with?
Yeah, who you f*ck with? Yeah
I ain't f*ckin' with these hoes, I'm tryna get that bank
I'm tryna cop a client crib crib, yeah, with a gate
I live a fast life with no brakes
Supercharged, all-wheel drive
No, I can't f*ck with these bitches, they gon' say that I like lyin'
Yeah, I'm a stand up guy, ain't standin' down for nobody
If you havin' animosity, Ken Carson f*cked your bitch, prolly
My bitch, yeah, so-so godly, she the only proof of God
She rock three camouflage, you thought you was smooth, huh
Thought you was at home in your close friends, you in the rulebook
You ain't him on the internet, I know them not just rumors
No feelings, yeah, I lost my heart on a shroom trip
Love on me, yeah, I got you flowers and expensive gifts
Had another bitch in a Uber, so I had to send you a Lyft
I knew her way before I knew ya, you late to the party
Give a f*ck 'bout these hoes, I'm getting money regardless
Never bite the hand that feed you, yeah, don't get me started
Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah
If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
200 Kash
R-O-C, hahaha
Count two-hundred cash, huh-huh, like it's nothin'
Why you so serious? You sweeter than a honey bun (Four3va)
Why she so curious? Always wanna know what I'm doin'
I'm boolin' like a Boston Red Sock, not the Bruin
Drive that hot shit in the winter, I'm so f*ckin' cold
New watch, new bracelets, new YVL chain on
I can't trust a bitch, I'm tryna put my gang on
I can't stress this shit, my dad a loyal, was just a fifty
Oh, you a Blood now? I swear you was just Rollin' 60s
Bitches would laugh at me, the same hoes all in my mentions
I'm really rappin', yeah, I gotta get up for these niggas
I ain't trippin' 'bout it if it don't make my bank bigger
Threw my heart in the river, I got range like a Rover
Every time you see me up high, huh, I hate bein' sober
Shawty this a blessin', yeah, I'm a four-leaf clover
Lil' shawty PMSin', I'm gettin' ready, yeah, to come over
Copped a Chrome Heart stroller for my baby
No, I ain't goin' for nothin', these niggas ain't crazy
Don't wanna hear the gang story you made up, huh, save it
I ain't have shit, hold up, now my life amazing
Now I got a chandelier with tall doors and shit
Foreign cars and one of one clothes, you can't order this
So many clothes, you wo-, you would think a nigga hoardering
So many lows, yeah, my trap rollin', yeah, monster
He thought he was that nigga until I popped out
I knew school wasn't for me, huh, so I dropped out
I ain't ever have a job, I ain't never clock out
I ain't ever clock in, huh, it's time to lock in
Box on my G-Lock, but I ain't doin' no boxin', this a Switchiana
I gotta stand on business, I can't go, that's on my mama
He tried to stand on his, toes down, huh, yeah, you know I stand on ten
Count two-hundred cash, huh-huh, like it's nothin'
Why you so serious? You sweeter than a honey bun (Four3va)
Why she so curious? Always wanna know what I'm doin'
I'm boolin' like a Boston Red Sock, not the Bruin
Drive that hot shit in the winter, I'm so f*ckin' cold
New watch, new bracelets, new YVL chain on
I can't trust a bitch, I'm tryna put my gang on
I can't stress this shit, my dad a loyal, was just a fifty
Oh, you a Blood now? I swear you was just Rollin' 60s
Bitches would laugh at me, the same hoes all in my mentions
I'm really rappin', yeah, I gotta get up for these niggas
I ain't trippin' 'bout it if it don't make my bank bigger
Threw my heart in the river, I got range like a Rover
Every time you see me up high, huh, I hate bein' sober
Shawty this a blessin', yeah, I'm a four-leaf clover
Lil' shawty PMSin', I'm gettin' ready, yeah, to come over
Copped a Chrome Heart stroller for my baby
No, I ain't goin' for nothin', these niggas ain't crazy
Don't wanna hear the gang story you made up, huh, save it
I ain't have shit, hold up, now my life amazing
Now I got a chandelier with tall doors and shit
Foreign cars and one of one clothes, you can't order this
So many clothes, you wo-, you would think a nigga hoardering
So many lows, yeah, my trap rollin', yeah, monster
He thought he was that nigga until I popped out
I knew school wasn't for me, huh, so I dropped out
I ain't ever have a job, I ain't never clock out
I ain't ever clock in, huh, it's time to lock in
Box on my G-Lock, but I ain't doin' no boxin', this a Switchiana
I gotta stand on business, I can't go, that's on my mama
He tried to stand on his, toes down, huh, yeah, you know I stand on ten
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Down2Earth
Yeah
She so down to earth, I Hermes'd her purse
I'm the one who turnt her up, I put bands on her
Hermes, Bottega, no feelings, this not love
I've been spendin', yeah, it's never enough
Vacation, Japan, you can bring a friend
If you f*ckin' with me, know I'm f*cking with you times ten
No rush, I'ma take my time, yeah
No rush, I'ma take my time with it
This shit got big, I'm a business
If you mind yours, you wouldn't be in your feelings
Bitch, I'm hot, yeah, I'm fresh off the skillet
All that dick riding, go and pop a wheelie
You don't dress like me, you look silly
All you niggas get bullied like Billy
Made M's, now I'm tryna make a billion
Oh, you think he tough? I don't see it
I don't post that much, I'm off the grid
Oh, you mad for what? You shoulda slid
I'ma beat that case, f*ck the pigs
Gotta beat that case, I'm too lit
Shawty wet-wet, I'm like, "Ooh, shit"
You can bend that over, I don't miss
You can bend that over, I don't miss
I ball, like iris, I see you
Can't let nobody get in your way, ayy, you gotta be you
Can't nobody steal your stage, ayy
Oh, them niggas hatin', that's just rage bait
Oh, you thought I wasn't on that, I'm on the same thing
Pull up deeply in black trucks, I'm with the gang-gang
Chains and watches, you know how we 'bout it
Good brain, she went to college
Butterflies when I'm texting your phone
I want your mind, I want your body
Yeah, I'm all about you
Whenever you need me, I got you
Shawty, you so important, on my life, I don't know where I'd be without you
Codeine, promethazine, girl, I'm addicted to you
How you got that attitude with me when you the one that f*cked up?
I thought you was down to earth, yeah, now you stuck-up
I wish we could go back to how it was at first, can't get that time back
I'm on your timeline and For You Page, you can't decline that
I done lost it, woah, I don't know where my mind at
She a bossy ho, but how that work? I'm the one who bossed up
No matter what you do, it'll never ever be enough
She so down to earth, I Hermes'd her purse
I'm the one who turnt her up, I put bands on her
Hermes, Bottega, no feelings, this not love
I've been spendin', yeah, it's never enough
Vacation, Japan, you can bring a friend
If you f*ckin' with me, know I'm f*cking with you times ten
No rush, I'ma take my time, yeah
No rush, I'ma take my time with it
This shit got big, I'm a business
If you mind yours, you wouldn't be in your feelings
Bitch, I'm hot, yeah, I'm fresh off the skillet
All that dick riding, go and pop a wheelie
You don't dress like me, you look silly
All you niggas get bullied like Billy
Made M's, now I'm tryna make a billion
Oh, you think he tough? I don't see it
I don't post that much, I'm off the grid
Oh, you mad for what? You shoulda slid
I'ma beat that case, f*ck the pigs
Gotta beat that case, I'm too lit
Shawty wet-wet, I'm like, "Ooh, shit"
You can bend that over, I don't miss
You can bend that over, I don't miss
I ball, like iris, I see you
Can't let nobody get in your way, ayy, you gotta be you
Can't nobody steal your stage, ayy
Oh, them niggas hatin', that's just rage bait
Oh, you thought I wasn't on that, I'm on the same thing
Pull up deeply in black trucks, I'm with the gang-gang
Chains and watches, you know how we 'bout it
Good brain, she went to college
Butterflies when I'm texting your phone
I want your mind, I want your body
Yeah, I'm all about you
Whenever you need me, I got you
Shawty, you so important, on my life, I don't know where I'd be without you
Codeine, promethazine, girl, I'm addicted to you
How you got that attitude with me when you the one that f*cked up?
I thought you was down to earth, yeah, now you stuck-up
I wish we could go back to how it was at first, can't get that time back
I'm on your timeline and For You Page, you can't decline that
I done lost it, woah, I don't know where my mind at
She a bossy ho, but how that work? I'm the one who bossed up
No matter what you do, it'll never ever be enough
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Confetti
Ha, shrimp and steak, we eatin' good
Where the f*ck the confetti at? I made it out the hood
Yeah, we upped a million on them niggas, came from smokin' Swishers
Hand-me-downs, got 'em from my sister, so they look a lil' little
I can't put you down, everything wasn't all always perfect
It'll come to you if you deserve it
She want me now, lil' shawty say that it's urgent
I ain't mean to break your heart, didn't do that on purpose
Work it, work it
Not that experienced, yeah, she say she nervous
One call away, ayy, you can get this service
I ain't never repeatin' myself, yeah, I know you heard me
I'm just puttin' you down, I'm Chrome Hearts to the ground
You can't tell who the leader of my gang, it's ice all around
How I'm supposed to trip about these bitches? Hoes all around us
How she trippin' on a nigga like me? I just wanna count up
I can put a bitch up, yeah, yeah, I can mount her
She a unicorn, when we pop out, they like, "Where the f*ck you found her?"
1v1, shawty might not make it to the next round, yeah
There go the sun, we can't go to sleep, this an all-nighter
No limits for you, if I like you, anything, I'll buy you
Miles away, ayy, we long distance, it's you who I'm missin'
Thought about you instantly, yeah, I saw two people kissin'
Got me stuck mentally, I can't get you off my mind
Take his head off, peel his cap, yeah, he lyin'
I was on that bullshit, I'ma save it for another time
Your gang ain't up like mine, wait, you don't got a gang?
Manifested takin' off on niggas, used to make paper planes
Catch this flight, come my way, girl, I wanna see ya
I'm forever with ya, never disagree, yeah
She tell me everything and she there when I need her
Let's go on vacation, let's go to Costa Rica
I'm patiently waitin' for my time, can't miss it, yeah
Keep a bag, the bitch dog shit, oh yeah, I'm callin' for my dog, nigga
This to pop it off and I'ma pop it off every time
My bitch match my clothes, I got the gadgets to be Batman now
I thought you was havin', I guess that shit ran out
I love a bitch with a schedule, she got her shit planned out
I'm on a whole 'nother level you might not ever reach
Now I eat shrimp and steak, used to eat beans and wings
Got a lot on my plate, I'm gettin' overfeeded
Everything I do be trim, yeah, overly
Yeah, yeah, overly
Yeah, yeah, overly
Ha, shrimp and steak, we eatin' good
Where the f*ck the confetti at? I made it out the hood
Yeah, we upped a million on them niggas, came from smokin' Swishers
Hand-me-downs, got 'em from my sister, so they look a lil' little
I can't put you down, everything wasn't all always perfect
It'll come to you if you deserve it
She want me now, lil' shawty say that it's urgent
I ain't mean to break your heart, didn't do that on purpose
Where the f*ck the confetti at? I made it out the hood
Yeah, we upped a million on them niggas, came from smokin' Swishers
Hand-me-downs, got 'em from my sister, so they look a lil' little
I can't put you down, everything wasn't all always perfect
It'll come to you if you deserve it
She want me now, lil' shawty say that it's urgent
I ain't mean to break your heart, didn't do that on purpose
Work it, work it
Not that experienced, yeah, she say she nervous
One call away, ayy, you can get this service
I ain't never repeatin' myself, yeah, I know you heard me
I'm just puttin' you down, I'm Chrome Hearts to the ground
You can't tell who the leader of my gang, it's ice all around
How I'm supposed to trip about these bitches? Hoes all around us
How she trippin' on a nigga like me? I just wanna count up
I can put a bitch up, yeah, yeah, I can mount her
She a unicorn, when we pop out, they like, "Where the f*ck you found her?"
1v1, shawty might not make it to the next round, yeah
There go the sun, we can't go to sleep, this an all-nighter
No limits for you, if I like you, anything, I'll buy you
Miles away, ayy, we long distance, it's you who I'm missin'
Thought about you instantly, yeah, I saw two people kissin'
Got me stuck mentally, I can't get you off my mind
Take his head off, peel his cap, yeah, he lyin'
I was on that bullshit, I'ma save it for another time
Your gang ain't up like mine, wait, you don't got a gang?
Manifested takin' off on niggas, used to make paper planes
Catch this flight, come my way, girl, I wanna see ya
I'm forever with ya, never disagree, yeah
She tell me everything and she there when I need her
Let's go on vacation, let's go to Costa Rica
I'm patiently waitin' for my time, can't miss it, yeah
Keep a bag, the bitch dog shit, oh yeah, I'm callin' for my dog, nigga
This to pop it off and I'ma pop it off every time
My bitch match my clothes, I got the gadgets to be Batman now
I thought you was havin', I guess that shit ran out
I love a bitch with a schedule, she got her shit planned out
I'm on a whole 'nother level you might not ever reach
Now I eat shrimp and steak, used to eat beans and wings
Got a lot on my plate, I'm gettin' overfeeded
Everything I do be trim, yeah, overly
Yeah, yeah, overly
Yeah, yeah, overly
Ha, shrimp and steak, we eatin' good
Where the f*ck the confetti at? I made it out the hood
Yeah, we upped a million on them niggas, came from smokin' Swishers
Hand-me-downs, got 'em from my sister, so they look a lil' little
I can't put you down, everything wasn't all always perfect
It'll come to you if you deserve it
She want me now, lil' shawty say that it's urgent
I ain't mean to break your heart, didn't do that on purpose
Writer: Kenyatta . Frazier Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Naked
These hoes gettin' naked
Clothes on, clothes off, she sexy
Lionel, she leave a mess
Just got out the shower, she fresh
I gotta see her before she leave
It don't matter where you go, but you gotta get away from me
If that's your ho, that's my ho too, we got mutual flings
She so evil, yeah, she might never ever get no ring
Not a keeper, yeah, real ho, she passed around
Knew you ten minutes max, how your panties on the ground?
This relationship shit wack, I don't mind being solo
I mean being single, no, I don't wanna mingle
And she mixed, yeah, baby girl bilingual
The way her mood swing, you would think she bipolar
I copped a new chain, Alex Moss these diamonds, yeah
I go the white Louis V Timbs, niggas can't find a pair
Niggas think they on the swag 'cause they rock what we rocked last year
And I can't give you a pass, you gotta stand on what you said
No, I ain't got no opps, them niggas already dead
If I knew 12 was taking me to jail, I would've fled
Antisocial, saw your text, I left it on read
Bitch, I'm global, internationally goin' fad
Not insane, but I'm not sane, yeah, I need my meds
Copped a Mulsanne, I want her brain, yeah, she droppin' that top
Where was you when I put in pain? Where was you when I got in that box?
I stand up like a tall tee, all these ho ass niggas be cropped
Call 'em the cleanup crew, her whole gang gon' pull up and mop
Oh, that's your girlfriend? I bet she know you cuffin' a bop
I got an expensive clock, it's an AP on my watch
That mean my time mean money, gun, that's all I shoot, I'm gunnin'
I can go suit, clean up, me and gang look like the mafia
Me and gang got matching chains, I lift her skirt, take a pic and then top me up
Want me to be your boyfriend, girl, why you tryna lock me up?
I'm all rage energy and I keep it a hundred, centipede
Niggas be green, seaweed, money don't grow on trees
But I can grow marijuana, yeah, I'm sellin' leaves
I mean I'm sellin' flower, I can make a money tower
Shawty shakin' that ass, I might throw this money, it's a money shower
These hoes gettin' naked, my body draped in VVSs
F*ckin' these bitches, can't f*ck with niggas, uh, I'm a sexist
Your pockets skinny, my pockets fat, yeah, just like Precious
And everywhere I go, all these hoes gettin' naked
These hoes gettin' naked
Clothes on, clothes off, she sexy
Lionel, she leave a mess
Just got out the shower, she fresh
I gotta see her before she leave
It don't matter where you go, but you gotta get away from me
If that's your ho, that's my ho too, we got mutual flings
She so evil, yeah, she might never ever get no ring
Not a keeper, yeah, real ho, she passed around
Knew you ten minutes max, how your panties on the ground?
Clothes on, clothes off, she sexy
Lionel, she leave a mess
Just got out the shower, she fresh
I gotta see her before she leave
It don't matter where you go, but you gotta get away from me
If that's your ho, that's my ho too, we got mutual flings
She so evil, yeah, she might never ever get no ring
Not a keeper, yeah, real ho, she passed around
Knew you ten minutes max, how your panties on the ground?
This relationship shit wack, I don't mind being solo
I mean being single, no, I don't wanna mingle
And she mixed, yeah, baby girl bilingual
The way her mood swing, you would think she bipolar
I copped a new chain, Alex Moss these diamonds, yeah
I go the white Louis V Timbs, niggas can't find a pair
Niggas think they on the swag 'cause they rock what we rocked last year
And I can't give you a pass, you gotta stand on what you said
No, I ain't got no opps, them niggas already dead
If I knew 12 was taking me to jail, I would've fled
Antisocial, saw your text, I left it on read
Bitch, I'm global, internationally goin' fad
Not insane, but I'm not sane, yeah, I need my meds
Copped a Mulsanne, I want her brain, yeah, she droppin' that top
Where was you when I put in pain? Where was you when I got in that box?
I stand up like a tall tee, all these ho ass niggas be cropped
Call 'em the cleanup crew, her whole gang gon' pull up and mop
Oh, that's your girlfriend? I bet she know you cuffin' a bop
I got an expensive clock, it's an AP on my watch
That mean my time mean money, gun, that's all I shoot, I'm gunnin'
I can go suit, clean up, me and gang look like the mafia
Me and gang got matching chains, I lift her skirt, take a pic and then top me up
Want me to be your boyfriend, girl, why you tryna lock me up?
I'm all rage energy and I keep it a hundred, centipede
Niggas be green, seaweed, money don't grow on trees
But I can grow marijuana, yeah, I'm sellin' leaves
I mean I'm sellin' flower, I can make a money tower
Shawty shakin' that ass, I might throw this money, it's a money shower
These hoes gettin' naked, my body draped in VVSs
F*ckin' these bitches, can't f*ck with niggas, uh, I'm a sexist
Your pockets skinny, my pockets fat, yeah, just like Precious
And everywhere I go, all these hoes gettin' naked
These hoes gettin' naked
Clothes on, clothes off, she sexy
Lionel, she leave a mess
Just got out the shower, she fresh
I gotta see her before she leave
It don't matter where you go, but you gotta get away from me
If that's your ho, that's my ho too, we got mutual flings
She so evil, yeah, she might never ever get no ring
Not a keeper, yeah, real ho, she passed around
Knew you ten minutes max, how your panties on the ground?
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Kryptonite
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I f*cked her on the first night
I had that lil' ho, huh, singin' like
She the performer and my dick the mic
This dick her kryptonite, I got her dickmatized
She want me to f*ck her, I can tell by the look in her eyes
She say I'm the only thing from preventin' her from committin' suicide
I been on this journey before, baby, this ain't my first time (thought it was my first time?)
Yeah, I can't lay up all day, bae, I gotta rock these shows
I can't lay up all day, baby, I gotta make these songs
Every time we link, I swear it's like we in the twilight zone
Every time we link, we feel like we the only two that exist
Every time we link, you're the experiment and I'm the scientist
Every time we link, I'm like, "Goddamn, I can't believe you mine"
I guess this what God sent when I told Him to send a sign
If everything's really perfect timing, then it's 'bout that time
Why you keep calling my line? Girl, you need to leave me alone
I'm with my bitch right now, ain't on what you on
I know what you want, baby girl, that's why I ain't answer the phone
I never blow up yo' phone 'cause there ain't nothin' I can do to make you answer
My girl strip for me, she my private dancer
I flew her to my crib 'cause she say she ain't never been to Atlanta
She asked why I keep my fire, said, "I'm like Thor with that hammer"
Don't try the mob, bitch, knocked off, blam a nigga right on camera
Balenci' sandals, Balenci' you, I put that b-b-b-b-blick right on you
If you not gang, uh, I'll f*ck yo' bitch, we not cool
I'm renegade, yeah, I don't give a f*ck 'bout no rules
To prove that we in love, let's go get matching tattoos
That's how you know I f*ck with ya, yeah-yeah, we locked in ooh-ooh
(That's how you know I f*ck with ya, yeah-yeah, we locked in ooh-ooh)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I f*cked her on the first night
I had that lil' ho, huh, singin' like
She the performer and my dick the mic
This dick her kryptonite, I got her dickmatized
She want me to f*ck her, I can tell by the look in her eyes
She say I'm the only thing from preventin' her from committin' suicide
I been on this journey before, baby, this ain't my first time (thought it was my first time?)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I f*cked her on the first night
I had that lil' ho, huh, singin' like
She the performer and my dick the mic
This dick her kryptonite, I got her dickmatized
She want me to f*ck her, I can tell by the look in her eyes
She say I'm the only thing from preventin' her from committin' suicide
I been on this journey before, baby, this ain't my first time (thought it was my first time?)
Yeah, I can't lay up all day, bae, I gotta rock these shows
I can't lay up all day, baby, I gotta make these songs
Every time we link, I swear it's like we in the twilight zone
Every time we link, we feel like we the only two that exist
Every time we link, you're the experiment and I'm the scientist
Every time we link, I'm like, "Goddamn, I can't believe you mine"
I guess this what God sent when I told Him to send a sign
If everything's really perfect timing, then it's 'bout that time
Why you keep calling my line? Girl, you need to leave me alone
I'm with my bitch right now, ain't on what you on
I know what you want, baby girl, that's why I ain't answer the phone
I never blow up yo' phone 'cause there ain't nothin' I can do to make you answer
My girl strip for me, she my private dancer
I flew her to my crib 'cause she say she ain't never been to Atlanta
She asked why I keep my fire, said, "I'm like Thor with that hammer"
Don't try the mob, bitch, knocked off, blam a nigga right on camera
Balenci' sandals, Balenci' you, I put that b-b-b-b-blick right on you
If you not gang, uh, I'll f*ck yo' bitch, we not cool
I'm renegade, yeah, I don't give a f*ck 'bout no rules
To prove that we in love, let's go get matching tattoos
That's how you know I f*ck with ya, yeah-yeah, we locked in ooh-ooh
(That's how you know I f*ck with ya, yeah-yeah, we locked in ooh-ooh)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
I f*cked her on the first night
I had that lil' ho, huh, singin' like
She the performer and my dick the mic
This dick her kryptonite, I got her dickmatized
She want me to f*ck her, I can tell by the look in her eyes
She say I'm the only thing from preventin' her from committin' suicide
I been on this journey before, baby, this ain't my first time (thought it was my first time?)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Psycho
I'm a psycho, rock the show, f*ck the bitch all night, though
Wrap a bitch-ass up like a gyro
You get hit with the CO2 pyro
We gon' shoot the smoke out of these flames
Bet you never had a nigga like me, ho
Shawty used to f*ckin' with lames
I'm used to countin' up checks on private jets
You know my phone on silent
Pet, yeah, shawty my dog, she ridin'
Don't want no new bitches, they be connivin'
I jump right on the beat and start slidin'
I jump right in your bitch, I'm divin'
I'm tryna reach a new level, I'm strivin'
I'm tryna fly a bad bitch to the island, we in Punta Cana
Shawty just got a new tan, look like she fresh out the sauna
Oh, you bad as hell, you got your looks from your mama
I'm on ten about my bitch, I'm with all the drama
Bitch, I fully function off these drugs, I'm a legend
Now I'm at the top, I'm lookin' down at all of these peasants
I was whippin' the Lamborghini, stopped at the light, they tell me to rev it
I'm a real vampire, can't catch me out 'fore eleven
Gamblin' with my life, I'm tryna hit me a seven
Her mind had dollar signs, she tryna cop some new titties
I can't go, when it come to these hoes, I'm a pro with these bitches
I ain't stressin' 'bout that pussy, I don't even want the head
I just be focused on me, yeah, gotta stay focused on me
I just be rockin' these shows from coast to coast, five hundred a week
I ran that shit up, but I ain't never been to a track meet
Lately it feel like money the only thing that attract me
I mean money the only thing I'm attracted to
I'm a stand up guy, I don't need no gang to do what I do
I put them pounds on a plane and flew right straight to Europe
If a rap nigga keep talkin' shit, we gon' put his bitch ass right on a mural
But that's how it get for sure, I'm holdin' my stick for sure
Stay off of these drugs, I'm loaded
These niggas can't kick, I'm catchin' they hoes, yeah, yeah, I'm the goalie
I'm a real psycho, Pat Bateman ain't got nothin' on me
Yeah, yeah
I'm a psycho, rock the show, f*ck the bitch all night, though
Wrap a bitch-ass up like a gyro
You get hit with the CO2 pyro
We gon' shoot the smoke out of these flames
Bet you never had a nigga like me, ho
Shawty used to f*ckin' with lames
I'm used to countin' up checks on private jets
You know my phone on silent
Pet, yeah, shawty my dog, she ridin'
Don't want no new bitches, they be connivin'
I jump right on the beat and start slidin'
I jump right in your bitch, I'm divin'
I'm tryna reach a new level, I'm strivin'
Wrap a bitch-ass up like a gyro
You get hit with the CO2 pyro
We gon' shoot the smoke out of these flames
Bet you never had a nigga like me, ho
Shawty used to f*ckin' with lames
I'm used to countin' up checks on private jets
You know my phone on silent
Pet, yeah, shawty my dog, she ridin'
Don't want no new bitches, they be connivin'
I jump right on the beat and start slidin'
I jump right in your bitch, I'm divin'
I'm tryna reach a new level, I'm strivin'
I'm tryna fly a bad bitch to the island, we in Punta Cana
Shawty just got a new tan, look like she fresh out the sauna
Oh, you bad as hell, you got your looks from your mama
I'm on ten about my bitch, I'm with all the drama
Bitch, I fully function off these drugs, I'm a legend
Now I'm at the top, I'm lookin' down at all of these peasants
I was whippin' the Lamborghini, stopped at the light, they tell me to rev it
I'm a real vampire, can't catch me out 'fore eleven
Gamblin' with my life, I'm tryna hit me a seven
Her mind had dollar signs, she tryna cop some new titties
I can't go, when it come to these hoes, I'm a pro with these bitches
I ain't stressin' 'bout that pussy, I don't even want the head
I just be focused on me, yeah, gotta stay focused on me
I just be rockin' these shows from coast to coast, five hundred a week
I ran that shit up, but I ain't never been to a track meet
Lately it feel like money the only thing that attract me
I mean money the only thing I'm attracted to
I'm a stand up guy, I don't need no gang to do what I do
I put them pounds on a plane and flew right straight to Europe
If a rap nigga keep talkin' shit, we gon' put his bitch ass right on a mural
But that's how it get for sure, I'm holdin' my stick for sure
Stay off of these drugs, I'm loaded
These niggas can't kick, I'm catchin' they hoes, yeah, yeah, I'm the goalie
I'm a real psycho, Pat Bateman ain't got nothin' on me
Yeah, yeah
I'm a psycho, rock the show, f*ck the bitch all night, though
Wrap a bitch-ass up like a gyro
You get hit with the CO2 pyro
We gon' shoot the smoke out of these flames
Bet you never had a nigga like me, ho
Shawty used to f*ckin' with lames
I'm used to countin' up checks on private jets
You know my phone on silent
Pet, yeah, shawty my dog, she ridin'
Don't want no new bitches, they be connivin'
I jump right on the beat and start slidin'
I jump right in your bitch, I'm divin'
I'm tryna reach a new level, I'm strivin'
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Inferno
I had to cut 'em off, I couldn't reach my goals with them
I was servin that yay' to a white bitch, she look just like Kim
V-A-M-P, I'm Young Vamp, throw up the YVL
It's f*ck 12 'til I die
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Hahahaha
Laughin' to the bank, huh, huh, look how the tables turn
Cremate my opps when they all die, make sure they feel this urn
Infinite inferno, they gon' forever burn
How you touch that fire and you know it's hot? You ain't gon' never learn
I watched everybody rock shit out, I had to wait my turn
She go wig, she don't need a perm, everything I got, I earned
If I f*cked you with a condom on, no, I don't want your germs
All you want is cash, huh, huh, oh, you want this sperm?
I get to that bag, yeah, yeah, stuff it in my Goyard
Gorecore, huh, huh, huh, niggas know I go hard
I'm a real rockstar, I make art, I'm an artist, Mozart
Spent a half a mill' all on the whip, I'ma drive like go-kart
You can be the man, yeah, yeah, you just gotta play your part
I was dealt a good hand, yeah, yeah, but I still had to play my cards
I played them niggas like I was dumb, I was really smart
A lot of niggas got rich off me, I ain't trippin', yeah
Too many niggas, sausage party, let them hoes in here
I had to cut 'em off, I couldn't reach my goals with them
I was servin that yay' to a white bitch, she look just like Kim
V-A-M-P, I'm Young Vamp, throw up the YVL
It's f*ck 12 'til I die, they need to let my partners out of jail
He bluffin' like he tough, he don't know how them .308s feel
Can't cuff, but you can get f*cked, you can lay, but you can't stay here
F*ck you mean I'ma play ya? F*ck you mean I can't find that?
F*ck you mean you owin' me, but you buyin' Rick? Pussy nigga, pay up
F*ck you mean you gon' leave when I pull up to the function?
I wasn't with no hoes, you makin' assumptions
Parkin' lot pimpin', CITGO, it's just me and my gang
Jordan's on my feet, H&M fit collab with Alex Wang
I was born in 2000, I'm a millennial, bae
And I swear this not no aesthetic, I was born this way
I struggle how you struggle, I was down below zero
I had to go villain, they didn't accept me as a hero
Stay to myself, I don't really, really f*ck with people
Now everywhere I go, they like, "Ayy, that's that negro"
I'm the lord of chaos, I gotta give you more
This my best era, yeah, yeah, I'm in my glow
If she pretty and she ask for somethin', I tell her, "For sure"
'Cause I hate when she got an attitude, I can't tell her, "No"
I was servin that yay' to a white bitch, she look just like Kim
V-A-M-P, I'm Young Vamp, throw up the YVL
It's f*ck 12 'til I die
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Hahahaha
Laughin' to the bank, huh, huh, look how the tables turn
Cremate my opps when they all die, make sure they feel this urn
Infinite inferno, they gon' forever burn
How you touch that fire and you know it's hot? You ain't gon' never learn
I watched everybody rock shit out, I had to wait my turn
She go wig, she don't need a perm, everything I got, I earned
If I f*cked you with a condom on, no, I don't want your germs
All you want is cash, huh, huh, oh, you want this sperm?
I get to that bag, yeah, yeah, stuff it in my Goyard
Gorecore, huh, huh, huh, niggas know I go hard
I'm a real rockstar, I make art, I'm an artist, Mozart
Spent a half a mill' all on the whip, I'ma drive like go-kart
You can be the man, yeah, yeah, you just gotta play your part
I was dealt a good hand, yeah, yeah, but I still had to play my cards
I played them niggas like I was dumb, I was really smart
A lot of niggas got rich off me, I ain't trippin', yeah
Too many niggas, sausage party, let them hoes in here
I had to cut 'em off, I couldn't reach my goals with them
I was servin that yay' to a white bitch, she look just like Kim
V-A-M-P, I'm Young Vamp, throw up the YVL
It's f*ck 12 'til I die, they need to let my partners out of jail
He bluffin' like he tough, he don't know how them .308s feel
Can't cuff, but you can get f*cked, you can lay, but you can't stay here
F*ck you mean I'ma play ya? F*ck you mean I can't find that?
F*ck you mean you owin' me, but you buyin' Rick? Pussy nigga, pay up
F*ck you mean you gon' leave when I pull up to the function?
I wasn't with no hoes, you makin' assumptions
Parkin' lot pimpin', CITGO, it's just me and my gang
Jordan's on my feet, H&M fit collab with Alex Wang
I was born in 2000, I'm a millennial, bae
And I swear this not no aesthetic, I was born this way
I struggle how you struggle, I was down below zero
I had to go villain, they didn't accept me as a hero
Stay to myself, I don't really, really f*ck with people
Now everywhere I go, they like, "Ayy, that's that negro"
I'm the lord of chaos, I gotta give you more
This my best era, yeah, yeah, I'm in my glow
If she pretty and she ask for somethin', I tell her, "For sure"
'Cause I hate when she got an attitude, I can't tell her, "No"
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Thx
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Glock, SIG (glock), MAC, FN (yeah)
I found a two-man, it's just me and my twin (ayy, yeah)
I can't tell you who they is, just know that shit gettin' bent
If you bet on me, I'd bet you win 'cause my whole life rigged (yeah)
X, weed, lean, yeah (yeah)
I gotta thank my drugs 'cause if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my plug 'cause if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I am
He still serving grams, he ain't never gonna serve them bricks
If she keep acting like a fan, she ain't ever gon' suck my dick
All he do is talk, he ain't on shit, he ain't ever gon' get rich
I got a money walk, he can tell by the way I walk, I can f*ck his bitch (yeah)
Thank you to my clique (yeah), thank you to my fans
Thank you to anybody who helped me become who I am (thank you)
Goddamn (thank you), goddamn (yeah)
They f*ckin' with me now, but they weren't with me shooting in the gym (yeah)
Balenciaga boots, I ain't never laced up no Timbs (yeah)
I'm a vampire, every time you walk in the room, my lights dim (yeah)
I got her vamped out, she thought I was nerdy and weird (I got her vamped out)
I cut that bitch off, now she cryin', yeah, she sheddin' tears (I cut that bitch off)
Only thing I fear is you breakin' my heart (yeah)
I knew you wasn't the one from the start (I knew you wasn't the one)
I knew that our relationship wouldn't go far (I did)
For you, I robbed a bank, for you, I would've found a way to Mars (I'd do it)
For you, I would've gave a f*ck (yeah)
Them niggas who you f*ckin' with, I already made them bucks (yeah)
They be flexing the same shit we do, but we don't even post that shit (yeah)
No matter how much she f*ck with you, don't ever post that bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't ever post her unless you know her (yeah)
Like the back of your hand, you gotta know her (you gotta know her)
This lil' bitch right here so annoying, she getting ignored (getting ignored)
Vetements, Miu Miu, Balenciaga, yeah, my bitch full (my lil' bitch full)
Yeah, I can't let you slide, I can't let you slide (I can't let you slide)
I got three hoes, but it's a two-seater, I'm tryna see who gon' ride (who gon' ride)
I got three hoes, but it's a two-seater, I'm tryna see who gon' ride (who gon' ride)
I got ammunition, huh, huh, I let them bullets fly (fly, fly)
Glock, SIG (yeah), MAC, FN (yeah)
I found a two-man, it's just me and my twin (my twin)
I can't tell you who they is, just know that shit gettin' bent
If you bet on me, I'd bet you win (you gon' win), 'cause my whole life rigged (yeah)
X, weed (X), lean, yeah (yeah)
I gotta thank my drugs 'cause if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my plug 'cause if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I am (yeah)
Making me who I am
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I-
I gotta thank my pops, thank my mom for making me who I-
I gotta thank my mom, thank my pops for making me who I am
Glock, SIG (glock), MAC, FN (yeah)
I found a two-man, it's just me and my twin (ayy, yeah)
I can't tell you who they is, just know that shit gettin' bent
If you bet on me, I'd bet you win 'cause my whole life rigged (yeah)
X, weed, lean, yeah (yeah)
I gotta thank my drugs 'cause if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my plug 'cause if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I am
He still serving grams, he ain't never gonna serve them bricks
If she keep acting like a fan, she ain't ever gon' suck my dick
All he do is talk, he ain't on shit, he ain't ever gon' get rich
I got a money walk, he can tell by the way I walk, I can f*ck his bitch (yeah)
Thank you to my clique (yeah), thank you to my fans
Thank you to anybody who helped me become who I am (thank you)
Goddamn (thank you), goddamn (yeah)
They f*ckin' with me now, but they weren't with me shooting in the gym (yeah)
Balenciaga boots, I ain't never laced up no Timbs (yeah)
I'm a vampire, every time you walk in the room, my lights dim (yeah)
I got her vamped out, she thought I was nerdy and weird (I got her vamped out)
I cut that bitch off, now she cryin', yeah, she sheddin' tears (I cut that bitch off)
Only thing I fear is you breakin' my heart (yeah)
I knew you wasn't the one from the start (I knew you wasn't the one)
I knew that our relationship wouldn't go far (I did)
For you, I robbed a bank, for you, I would've found a way to Mars (I'd do it)
For you, I would've gave a f*ck (yeah)
Them niggas who you f*ckin' with, I already made them bucks (yeah)
They be flexing the same shit we do, but we don't even post that shit (yeah)
No matter how much she f*ck with you, don't ever post that bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't ever post her unless you know her (yeah)
Like the back of your hand, you gotta know her (you gotta know her)
This lil' bitch right here so annoying, she getting ignored (getting ignored)
Vetements, Miu Miu, Balenciaga, yeah, my bitch full (my lil' bitch full)
Yeah, I can't let you slide, I can't let you slide (I can't let you slide)
I got three hoes, but it's a two-seater, I'm tryna see who gon' ride (who gon' ride)
I got three hoes, but it's a two-seater, I'm tryna see who gon' ride (who gon' ride)
I got ammunition, huh, huh, I let them bullets fly (fly, fly)
Glock, SIG (yeah), MAC, FN (yeah)
I found a two-man, it's just me and my twin (my twin)
I can't tell you who they is, just know that shit gettin' bent
If you bet on me, I'd bet you win (you gon' win), 'cause my whole life rigged (yeah)
X, weed (X), lean, yeah (yeah)
I gotta thank my drugs 'cause if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my plug 'cause if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I am (yeah)
Making me who I am
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I-
I gotta thank my pops, thank my mom for making me who I-
I gotta thank my mom, thank my pops for making me who I am
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
2000
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
I was born in 2000, nigga
Came from public housing, nigga
Racks on racks, I got the money pilin', nigga
Bro, you gon' break, you ain't gon' keep it solid, nigga
Throw rocks out his hand, he gon' go tweet about it, nigga
Racks on racks, yeah, I got the money pilin', nigga
I knew 'bout Miley before I seen Cyrus, nigga
Oh, you on protein? I'm on a lean diet, nigga
You can't tell me 'bout these drugs, if you ain't try it, nigga
Can't complain 'bout that weed, if you ain't buy it, nigga
Players only live once, I'm rockin' Polo
YVL, Young Vamp Life, I got a vamp' ho
Told that bitch I'm from 2000, she said she from '94
Yeah, yeah, I'm a young nigga, but my pockets old
Never lifted weights in my life, but my pockets swole
Oh, you want a fade? Fade away, now your life gone
Shawty need a raise, I'ma tip her for the blowjob
Get the f*ck out my way, I'm on the way to a billion dollars
When I made my first million, I instantly got a million problems
Oh, you in your feelings? Now, you hatin' on a nigga, huh
Can't respond, can't go back and forth with no f*ckin' bum
Waste of time, I swear this shit don't do me nun'
Later on, I'm tryna see what she gon' do for sumn'
Compliment my chain, she told me to Alex Moss, "Do me one"
Compliment her hair, I told her, "I had the same color"
Me and my bitch on the same shit, we complement each other
I'm with the squad, I'm with the gang, I'm in this bitch with my brothers
I pop pills, don't do cocaine, I'm not a nose stuffer
Pussy nigga talkin' shit, bitch, you need a muzzle
I put that shit together, my outfit a puzzle
She got on the mink boots, I got on them butters
My team makin' plays, touchdown, we don't need to huddle
Can't layup after we f*ck, I don't wanna cuddle
Niggas ain't havin' that much, my money stretch from Georgia to Cali
My lil' bitch said she needed a ten, I sent that ho to Bali
Free Homixide Mali, they need to free all the real
How you let your partner D-I-E and you ain't spin for him?
Hollywood bitch, yeah, she look like Kim
Ain't gotta say no names, so niggas don't f*ck with them
Told that ho you trippin', just be 5ive, I'ma come trim
He was turned up, then we turned him down, his light got dim
I was born in 2000, nigga
Came from public housing, nigga
Racks on racks, I got the money pilin', nigga
Bro, you gon' break, you ain't gon' keep it solid, nigga
Throw rocks out his hand, he gon' go tweet about it, nigga
Racks on racks, yeah, I got the money pilin', nigga
I knew 'bout Miley before I seen Cyrus, nigga
Oh, you on protein? I'm on a lean diet, nigga
You can't tell me 'bout these drugs, if you ain't try it, nigga
Can't complain 'bout that weed, if you ain't buy it, nigga
Players only live once, I'm rockin' Polo
YVL, Young Vamp Life, I got a vamp' ho
Told that bitch I'm from 2000, she said she from '94
Yeah, yeah, I'm a young nigga, but my pockets old
Never lifted weights in my life, but my pockets swole
Oh, you want a fade? Fade away, now your life gone
Shawty need a raise, I'ma tip her for the blowjob
Get the f*ck out my way, I'm on the way to a billion dollars
When I made my first million, I instantly got a million problems
Oh, you in your feelings? Now, you hatin' on a nigga, huh
Can't respond, can't go back and forth with no f*ckin' bum
Waste of time, I swear this shit don't do me nun'
Later on, I'm tryna see what she gon' do for sumn'
Compliment my chain, she told me to Alex Moss, "Do me one"
Compliment her hair, I told her, "I had the same color"
Me and my bitch on the same shit, we complement each other
I'm with the squad, I'm with the gang, I'm in this bitch with my brothers
I pop pills, don't do cocaine, I'm not a nose stuffer
Pussy nigga talkin' shit, bitch, you need a muzzle
I put that shit together, my outfit a puzzle
She got on the mink boots, I got on them butters
My team makin' plays, touchdown, we don't need to huddle
Can't layup after we f*ck, I don't wanna cuddle
Niggas ain't havin' that much, my money stretch from Georgia to Cali
My lil' bitch said she needed a ten, I sent that ho to Bali
Free Homixide Mali, they need to free all the real
How you let your partner D-I-E and you ain't spin for him?
Hollywood bitch, yeah, she look like Kim
Ain't gotta say no names, so niggas don't f*ck with them
Told that ho you trippin', just be 5ive, I'ma come trim
He was turned up, then we turned him down, his light got dim
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Evolution
Gotta put in just to get it, where your portion?
This shit expensive, my outfit cost a fortune
Shorty need a sponsor, ain't doin' no endorsin'
Swag evolved, I morphed it, bitch, this evolution
I built the empire, I feel just like Lucious
Ain't no nigga flyer, I'm on G6 right now, booted
Ain't no nigga higher, my neck on water, cruise ship
Nigga, I'm elusive, can't no nigga f*ck with me
I'm so rock star, huh, but ain't no punk in me
This ho a popstar, ha-ha, I'll make her sing
Me and gang just like a sports team, tryna win a championship ring
Green diamonds, I go goblin
Snotty mouth, I'ma homicide 'em
These niggas whole gang full of bitches, huh, huh, huh, I'm with the Fives
Down to ride, shorty a rider
Ready to slide, looking for rivals
Gloves, mask, I'm a robber
Belt-to-ass, these niggas toddler
Stolen car, slide in the 'Pala
Need my revenge, Kill Bill
She want blues, serve the pill
Need that guap, I'm in the hills
This shit don't stop, I'ma pop this, yeah
Why you pressin' that ho? I been popped her
Should've killed your codefendant, he tellin'
If we knew, we would've been popped your melon
Popstar ho, made her sing a falsetto
You grew up rich, I'm from the ghetto
When the f*ck you got like that? How you catch a hat? You was just a jolly, good fellow
Sent the fake tracking for that pack, I ran off with the money
She got Ken tatted on her tummy
She got Ken all in her stomach
She like, "Ain't you Ken Carson?"
Too high, yeah, I need Narcan
Moshpit, it's just me and my fans
Pop shit, it's just me and my band
I f*ck hoes, it's you and your hand
No, I don't need a bitch for nun'
Know I'm rich, she gon' give it up
But I ain't givin' shit to her
Florida ho, she got water
I ain't keepin' no water bottle
Get money, f*ck these hoes, that's how I was brought up
You was in the lead, how you let me catch?
Pass the ho, right to my dog, fetch
F*ck the police, free dog, yeah
My pockets havin' dogshit
My swag overloaded
I'm solid like brick, you foldin'
Put a beam right on your forehead
Niggas talkin' 'bout what they hoes said
Niggas talk too much, need they lips sealed
She got big lips, don't need no fill
I'm in my prime, Deion Sanders
Bombs on bombs, I'm goin' Amanda
Free gang'nem out the slammer
Black cars, yeah, I'm shootin' the jammer
No face mask on, goin' on camera
It get shiesty when I throw on this shiesty
Young Vamp Life, she wanna bite me
Too much motion, move the room when I move in
Left my shoes in the house, I moved in
This shit ain't nothin', I'ma send her a cool ten
Throw up Bloodies, yeah, I got this bitch movin'
Yvl shit, gotta go with my mood
Double-o 5, yeah, we the movers
No motion, yeah, he can't move nothin'
Big ten mil', you got a lil' gun
.300 Blackout it's white, though
Cancel me now, I'm f*ckin' these white hoes
Say what I mean, I ain't speakin' no typos
I got taste, I like baggy and tight clothes
I was just f*ckin' a Mexican
Met her on tour, we gon' flex again
Pour up that dirty, my medicine
Roll up that shit, I'm inhalin' it
Button up top, go elegant
I dress for the occasion
I been dodgin' felonies, tryna beat all of my cases
Huh, let that 'K hit, huh-huh, gave her a facial, yeah-yeah
She said she don't do this often, this on the occasion, ha-ha
I sleep in a coffin, that's why I ride account or a Glock
More Chaos, more hoes, yeah, more Glocks
Gotta put in just to get it, where yo' portion?
This shit expensive, my outfit cost a fortune
Shawty need a sponsor, ain't doin' no endorsin'
Swag evolved, I morphed it, bitch, this evolution
I built the empire, I feel just like Lucious
Ain't no nigga flyer, I'm on G6 right now, booted
Ain't no nigga higher, my neck on water, cruise ship
This shit expensive, my outfit cost a fortune
Shorty need a sponsor, ain't doin' no endorsin'
Swag evolved, I morphed it, bitch, this evolution
I built the empire, I feel just like Lucious
Ain't no nigga flyer, I'm on G6 right now, booted
Ain't no nigga higher, my neck on water, cruise ship
Nigga, I'm elusive, can't no nigga f*ck with me
I'm so rock star, huh, but ain't no punk in me
This ho a popstar, ha-ha, I'll make her sing
Me and gang just like a sports team, tryna win a championship ring
Green diamonds, I go goblin
Snotty mouth, I'ma homicide 'em
These niggas whole gang full of bitches, huh, huh, huh, I'm with the Fives
Down to ride, shorty a rider
Ready to slide, looking for rivals
Gloves, mask, I'm a robber
Belt-to-ass, these niggas toddler
Stolen car, slide in the 'Pala
Need my revenge, Kill Bill
She want blues, serve the pill
Need that guap, I'm in the hills
This shit don't stop, I'ma pop this, yeah
Why you pressin' that ho? I been popped her
Should've killed your codefendant, he tellin'
If we knew, we would've been popped your melon
Popstar ho, made her sing a falsetto
You grew up rich, I'm from the ghetto
When the f*ck you got like that? How you catch a hat? You was just a jolly, good fellow
Sent the fake tracking for that pack, I ran off with the money
She got Ken tatted on her tummy
She got Ken all in her stomach
She like, "Ain't you Ken Carson?"
Too high, yeah, I need Narcan
Moshpit, it's just me and my fans
Pop shit, it's just me and my band
I f*ck hoes, it's you and your hand
No, I don't need a bitch for nun'
Know I'm rich, she gon' give it up
But I ain't givin' shit to her
Florida ho, she got water
I ain't keepin' no water bottle
Get money, f*ck these hoes, that's how I was brought up
You was in the lead, how you let me catch?
Pass the ho, right to my dog, fetch
F*ck the police, free dog, yeah
My pockets havin' dogshit
My swag overloaded
I'm solid like brick, you foldin'
Put a beam right on your forehead
Niggas talkin' 'bout what they hoes said
Niggas talk too much, need they lips sealed
She got big lips, don't need no fill
I'm in my prime, Deion Sanders
Bombs on bombs, I'm goin' Amanda
Free gang'nem out the slammer
Black cars, yeah, I'm shootin' the jammer
No face mask on, goin' on camera
It get shiesty when I throw on this shiesty
Young Vamp Life, she wanna bite me
Too much motion, move the room when I move in
Left my shoes in the house, I moved in
This shit ain't nothin', I'ma send her a cool ten
Throw up Bloodies, yeah, I got this bitch movin'
Yvl shit, gotta go with my mood
Double-o 5, yeah, we the movers
No motion, yeah, he can't move nothin'
Big ten mil', you got a lil' gun
.300 Blackout it's white, though
Cancel me now, I'm f*ckin' these white hoes
Say what I mean, I ain't speakin' no typos
I got taste, I like baggy and tight clothes
I was just f*ckin' a Mexican
Met her on tour, we gon' flex again
Pour up that dirty, my medicine
Roll up that shit, I'm inhalin' it
Button up top, go elegant
I dress for the occasion
I been dodgin' felonies, tryna beat all of my cases
Huh, let that 'K hit, huh-huh, gave her a facial, yeah-yeah
She said she don't do this often, this on the occasion, ha-ha
I sleep in a coffin, that's why I ride account or a Glock
More Chaos, more hoes, yeah, more Glocks
Gotta put in just to get it, where yo' portion?
This shit expensive, my outfit cost a fortune
Shawty need a sponsor, ain't doin' no endorsin'
Swag evolved, I morphed it, bitch, this evolution
I built the empire, I feel just like Lucious
Ain't no nigga flyer, I'm on G6 right now, booted
Ain't no nigga higher, my neck on water, cruise ship
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ghoul
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Fast forward, huh, I can't rewind
Huh, huh, your best whore, huh, couldn't compete with mine
Huh, huh, your best fit, huh, couldn't compete with mine
Huh, huh, this model bitch, say she need the line, she ain't talkin' 'bout drank
I'm in New York, I can make it Harlem Shake
Bitch, I'm top two, not two, no debate
Ap, factory diamonds, I bust the face
No evidence, they gon' drop the case
No comparison, these niggas in the way
Money hungry, you'll do whatever for pape'
In 2015, she'd do whatever for Bape
Try to give you the swag, but you don't got no taste
You get in where you fit in, you niggas out of place
I might pull up Benz, it's a Maybach
Oh, that's your girl? Nigga, we go way back
Cop the Wock' by the cases, it's a twelve-pack
I got court that day, I'm rockin' black slacks
I got everythin' illegal in my backpack
Send that blitz, we gon' sack your quarterback
One-on-one for me, I ordered that
I got hella hoes like I hoarded them
Shorty got a lil' ass, but she super slim
Skinny bitch with a butt, yeah, I'm rootin' for them
It's whatever, f*ck y'all if you ain't root for us
Kid cut your body up, it's cold cut
Niggas squirrels, they be on nuts
It's my world, I live like a simulation
She got Chrome Heart glasses on, Sarah Palin
Rose from the concrete, but I'm not Jalen
I ball on a ho, give you eighty-one
Scream out, "Kobe" everytime I hit a buck
I work all day, all night, I ain't missin' nothin'
I'm too busy workin', I ain't missin' ya
Thought he was down with the gang, now he bitchin' up
I go shoppin', make songs, it's a ritual
Everythin' I do intentional
I'ma stand on my words like a lyric vid
And my partner done pressin' them fake pills
Just like Puma, yeah, we got that Fenty in
Oh, you claimin' that block? We gon' spin it, then
I see fine shit, wine to Gentleman
That's my old ho, yeah, she spyin', bitch, give it up
Can't pay no attention, no, I can't attend to her
Jewlery, cars, clothes, I'm kitted up
Won by fatality, yeah, I finished him
Hit my fatality, I'm 'bout to finish her
All in her mouth, you could say I'm a bubblegum
Dunk on your bitch like LeBron, I'm not old as him
She like my odor, she ask what cologne it is
Niggas ain't pop since corona did
I was nineteen with a Glock, COVID, that's a Glock-19, nigga
I don't even wanna do it, huh, I'ma let the team hit her
Fell in love with these drugs, I'm on Percocets and lean, nigga
Can't fall in with her cause she a waste of my time (Dawg)
New R-I-A-A, I'm tryna expand my catalogue
I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'
I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'
I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'
I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'
I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'
This the project, I'm not Pat
I serve codeine to these addicts
Shop at the store, I'm way past Sak's
Og 1's in the Raq
Huh, I'm in all black, huh
All black, huh
All black, huh
All black, huh
All black, huh
Fast forward, huh, I can't rewind
Huh, huh, your best whore, huh, couldn't compete with mine
Huh, huh, your best fit, huh, couldn't compete with mine
Huh, huh, this model bitch, say she need the line, she ain't talkin' 'bout drank
I'm in New York, I can make it Harlem Shake
Bitch, I'm top two, not two, no debate
Ap, factory diamonds, I bust the face
No evidence, they gon' drop the case
No comparison, these niggas in the way
Money hungry, you'll do whatever for pape'
In 2015, she'd do whatever for Bape
Try to give you the swag, but you don't got no taste
You get in where you fit in, you niggas out of place
I might pull up Benz, it's a Maybach
Oh, that's your girl? Nigga, we go way back
Cop the Wock' by the cases, it's a twelve-pack
I got court that day, I'm rockin' black slacks
I got everythin' illegal in my backpack
Send that blitz, we gon' sack your quarterback
One-on-one for me, I ordered that
I got hella hoes like I hoarded them
Shorty got a lil' ass, but she super slim
Skinny bitch with a butt, yeah, I'm rootin' for them
It's whatever, f*ck y'all if you ain't root for us
Kid cut your body up, it's cold cut
Niggas squirrels, they be on nuts
It's my world, I live like a simulation
She got Chrome Heart glasses on, Sarah Palin
Rose from the concrete, but I'm not Jalen
I ball on a ho, give you eighty-one
Scream out, "Kobe" everytime I hit a buck
I work all day, all night, I ain't missin' nothin'
I'm too busy workin', I ain't missin' ya
Thought he was down with the gang, now he bitchin' up
I go shoppin', make songs, it's a ritual
Everythin' I do intentional
I'ma stand on my words like a lyric vid
And my partner done pressin' them fake pills
Just like Puma, yeah, we got that Fenty in
Oh, you claimin' that block? We gon' spin it, then
I see fine shit, wine to Gentleman
That's my old ho, yeah, she spyin', bitch, give it up
Can't pay no attention, no, I can't attend to her
Jewlery, cars, clothes, I'm kitted up
Won by fatality, yeah, I finished him
Hit my fatality, I'm 'bout to finish her
All in her mouth, you could say I'm a bubblegum
Dunk on your bitch like LeBron, I'm not old as him
She like my odor, she ask what cologne it is
Niggas ain't pop since corona did
I was nineteen with a Glock, COVID, that's a Glock-19, nigga
I don't even wanna do it, huh, I'ma let the team hit her
Fell in love with these drugs, I'm on Percocets and lean, nigga
Can't fall in with her cause she a waste of my time (Dawg)
New R-I-A-A, I'm tryna expand my catalogue
I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'
I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'
I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'
I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'
I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'
This the project, I'm not Pat
I serve codeine to these addicts
Shop at the store, I'm way past Sak's
Og 1's in the Raq
Huh, I'm in all black, huh
All black, huh
All black, huh
All black, huh
All black, huh
Writer: Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
More Chaos is the fourth studio album by the American rapper Ken Carson, released on April 11, 2025, through Opium and Interscope Records. Carson recorded most of the album in 2024 whilst touring in support of his third album A Great Chaos (2023) and completed it following additional recording sessions in Los Angeles in January 2025. The album was produced by F1lthy, Lil 88, Pi'erre Bourne, Star Boy, and Outtatown, among others. The album's standard edition does not include any guest appearances; the streaming bonus track "Off the Meter" features Opium labelmates Playboi Carti and Destroy Lonely.
More Chaos is a rage and trap album that expands upon the style and production of A Great Chaos. Reviews were generally favorable, though they expressed ambivalence towards its monotonous nature and compared Carson unfavorably to Carti. It earned 59,500 album-equivalent units in its first week to debut at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, becoming Carson's first US number-one album.
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
Ken CarsonMore Chaos is a rage and trap album that expands upon the style and production of A Great Chaos. Reviews were generally favorable, though they expressed ambivalence towards its monotonous nature and compared Carson unfavorably to Carti. It earned 59,500 album-equivalent units in its first week to debut at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, becoming Carson's first US number-one album.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s): Ragetrap
Producer(s): 16yrold, Bart How, Bass, Clif Shayne, Conz, Cxsket, DJ Moon, DrewCash, EinthisMF, Esko, Evan Moitoso, F1lthy, Four3va, Free Nilo, Gab3, Ivvys, Kavi, KP Beatz, Legion, Lil 88, Lord Sideus, Lucian, Lukrative, Mayyzo, Mental, Noah Mejia, Outtatown, PerkyBeats, Pi'erre Bourne, Sam Green, Skai, Star Boy, Warpstar, Young Emphasis
Released: April 11th, 2025
Year: 2025