International Jefe, Ken Carson - spaced out lyrics
Ken Car$on [Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr.] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[International Jefe, Ken Carson - spaced out lyrics]
Yeah, uh, spaced out, yeah
Hit her from the back, fuck
Around and pull her lace out, yeah
I was just broke, I'm havin' funds now, yeah
I can tell these niggas down bad
They out of funds now
Caught him lackin' at the
Mall without his gun, wow
Yeah, I'm a bad-bitch-getter
Itchy-trigger-finger nigga
Ridin' through my city, yeah
Michael Jackson jacket, yeah
I got niggas Bloody i got niggas Crippin'
When I talk they listen (Listen)
Jefe, bitch, ooh, drippin' (Jefe, huh?)
Uh, yeah, drippin' (Jefe)
Yeah, bitch, I'm drippin' (Drippin')
Yeah, I'm rockin' Rick Owens, yeah
I got a bad ho, yeah
I'm 'bout to fuck her out, yeah
I'm like an igloo, yeah (yeah, let's go)
Let me (Let's go, yeah)
Let me in this motherfucker (Hey)
Yeah, uh, spaced out, yeah
Hit her from the back, fuck around
And pull her lace out, yeah
I was just broke, I'm havin' funds now, yeah
I can tell these niggas down bad
They out of funds now
Okay (O oh)
Too many diamonds, I feel like a lake, yeah
(Ah) i'm 'bout to fill up the bank, yeah
(Bank, bank)
I put them racks in the safe, yeah (Racks)
I'm 'bout to go in the Wraith, yeah (Woo)
I'm not a regular ape, yeah (Ape)
Bentley gigantic, yeah (Gigantic)
This water Titanic, uh (Woo)
Lookin' for bottles, Xannies (Ah)
Put me in the Bentley (Uh)
Ridin' in the six-speed
My chain cost one-sixty (yeah, yeah)
I'm in this bitch with Carti (Bitch, bitch)
I got two bad Barbies (yeah)
Fuck her on the backseat (Got it)
Yeah, ride it like Harley
(Bitch-ass bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Feds tryin' to raid my house (yeah, yeah)
Nigga had to change his route (yeah, yeah)
Why niggas keep chasin' clout? (Ah, ah)
Steady talkin', they runnin' they mouth
Drop the top on your ho (Facts, yeah)
Nigga, it's Road, yeah (Vroom)
I got a hundred in the tote (Hundred)
Nigga, play 5unna then you float, ha (yeah)
I got a hundred pairs of Ricks (yeah)
I got a hundred pairs of bitches (I got)
I got a hundred pairs of sticks (I got)
Fuck around, nigga, get you hit (Fuck)
I'ma go fuck on your bitch (yeah)
Give a fuck who you bang with (yeah)
2900 Gang shit (Oh yeah)
2900 Flame shit (Oh yeah)
It ain't no shit's I ain't with (What?)
It ain't no licks I ain't hit (Huh?)
It ain't a bitch I ain't hit (Nah)
Fuck around, get your tongue split (yeah)
Yeah, uh, spaced out, yeah
Hit her from the back, fuck around
And pull her lace out, yeah
I was just broke, I'm havin' funds now, yeah
I can tell these niggas down bad
They out of funds now
Caught him lackin' at the
Mall without his gun, wow
Hit her from the back, fuck
Around and pull her lace out, yeah
I was just broke, I'm havin' funds now, yeah
I can tell these niggas down bad
They out of funds now
Caught him lackin' at the
Mall without his gun, wow
Yeah, I'm a bad-bitch-getter
Itchy-trigger-finger nigga
Ridin' through my city, yeah
Michael Jackson jacket, yeah
I got niggas Bloody i got niggas Crippin'
When I talk they listen (Listen)
Jefe, bitch, ooh, drippin' (Jefe, huh?)
Uh, yeah, drippin' (Jefe)
Yeah, bitch, I'm drippin' (Drippin')
Yeah, I'm rockin' Rick Owens, yeah
I got a bad ho, yeah
I'm 'bout to fuck her out, yeah
I'm like an igloo, yeah (yeah, let's go)
Let me (Let's go, yeah)
Let me in this motherfucker (Hey)
Yeah, uh, spaced out, yeah
Hit her from the back, fuck around
And pull her lace out, yeah
I was just broke, I'm havin' funds now, yeah
I can tell these niggas down bad
They out of funds now
Okay (O oh)
Too many diamonds, I feel like a lake, yeah
(Ah) i'm 'bout to fill up the bank, yeah
(Bank, bank)
I put them racks in the safe, yeah (Racks)
I'm 'bout to go in the Wraith, yeah (Woo)
I'm not a regular ape, yeah (Ape)
Bentley gigantic, yeah (Gigantic)
This water Titanic, uh (Woo)
Lookin' for bottles, Xannies (Ah)
Put me in the Bentley (Uh)
Ridin' in the six-speed
My chain cost one-sixty (yeah, yeah)
I'm in this bitch with Carti (Bitch, bitch)
I got two bad Barbies (yeah)
Fuck her on the backseat (Got it)
Yeah, ride it like Harley
(Bitch-ass bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Feds tryin' to raid my house (yeah, yeah)
Nigga had to change his route (yeah, yeah)
Why niggas keep chasin' clout? (Ah, ah)
Steady talkin', they runnin' they mouth
Drop the top on your ho (Facts, yeah)
Nigga, it's Road, yeah (Vroom)
I got a hundred in the tote (Hundred)
Nigga, play 5unna then you float, ha (yeah)
I got a hundred pairs of Ricks (yeah)
I got a hundred pairs of bitches (I got)
I got a hundred pairs of sticks (I got)
Fuck around, nigga, get you hit (Fuck)
I'ma go fuck on your bitch (yeah)
Give a fuck who you bang with (yeah)
2900 Gang shit (Oh yeah)
2900 Flame shit (Oh yeah)
It ain't no shit's I ain't with (What?)
It ain't no licks I ain't hit (Huh?)
It ain't a bitch I ain't hit (Nah)
Fuck around, get your tongue split (yeah)
Yeah, uh, spaced out, yeah
Hit her from the back, fuck around
And pull her lace out, yeah
I was just broke, I'm havin' funds now, yeah
I can tell these niggas down bad
They out of funds now
Caught him lackin' at the
Mall without his gun, wow