Ken Carson - Freestyle 2 lyrics
Ken Car$on [Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr.] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ken Carson - Freestyle 2 lyrics]
(Wake up, F1lthy)
Yeah
I put that ho in Prada, and after
I made her holler
And my bro took off your mans
I heard that was your top shotter
I got Vetements on my pants
And my shirt Balenciaga
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
My swag came a long way, I was rocking nada
I don't give a fuck 'bout what a ho say
These hoes not my problem
Sent a hundred shots out that Rolls, ayy
Them 7.62s got him
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Them 7.62s hit his body
Made him Harlem Shake
I get to that bag, to that cake
You procrastinate
Now she wanna fuck with me now
But she pulled up too late
When I send my boy on the drop
He be so fascinated
Fuck the DEA, they ain't got no evidеnce
They closed thеy case
If a nigga thinkin' this shit sweet
He get shot in his face
I got Glock 19s, ARPs, I got hella K's
I been serving codeine to these fiends, yeah
They sippin' drank
5K a pt, what you mean? Bitch
That's no debate
I been countin' blues
Countin' green like it's Earth Day
And the nigga think he me
But he not me on my worst day
I just spent your rent
On my motherfuckin' shirt
These niggas think we playin', hell nah
This ain't Nerf
Pull up to a nigga land, pull up to his turf
Pull up with that MAC-10, pull up, go berserk
I been off that X again
I feel it in my nerves
Now she wanna fuck with Ken
That lil' bitch get curved
My lil' bitch, she not a ten
She a hundred and thirty
And I withdraw all the money that
Was at the bank, bitch
That's word
I got Wockhardt in my system
That's why my words slurred
They was so surprised when they killed him
But that boy was chirpin' like a bird
Nigga, I'm the shit like a turd
But my shit smell like cologne
I fuck her face, yeah, I fuck her makeup up
Then I send that bitch home
You don't wanna race, yeah
This an SRT with a Redeye package on it
You don't want no smoke, bitch
FN Five-seveN shoot a nigga in his dome
Hit that boy in his chest, hit his heart
Now it's chrome
Huh, I told that pussy nigga, "Yeah
Leave me alone"
Huh, huh, shouldn't have fucked
With a member, huh
You shouldn't have fucked with the gang
Huh, you shouldn't have fucked
With the X-M-A-N, yeah
X-Man
And all my niggas masked
Up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just like Bane
And all my niggas in control
Of this shit, yeah
Like a game
Opium
Yeah
I put that ho in Prada, and after
I made her holler
And my bro took off your mans
I heard that was your top shotter
I got Vetements on my pants
And my shirt Balenciaga
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
My swag came a long way, I was rocking nada
I don't give a fuck 'bout what a ho say
These hoes not my problem
Sent a hundred shots out that Rolls, ayy
Them 7.62s got him
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Them 7.62s hit his body
Made him Harlem Shake
I get to that bag, to that cake
You procrastinate
Now she wanna fuck with me now
But she pulled up too late
When I send my boy on the drop
He be so fascinated
Fuck the DEA, they ain't got no evidеnce
They closed thеy case
If a nigga thinkin' this shit sweet
He get shot in his face
I got Glock 19s, ARPs, I got hella K's
I been serving codeine to these fiends, yeah
They sippin' drank
5K a pt, what you mean? Bitch
That's no debate
I been countin' blues
Countin' green like it's Earth Day
And the nigga think he me
But he not me on my worst day
I just spent your rent
On my motherfuckin' shirt
These niggas think we playin', hell nah
This ain't Nerf
Pull up to a nigga land, pull up to his turf
Pull up with that MAC-10, pull up, go berserk
I been off that X again
I feel it in my nerves
Now she wanna fuck with Ken
That lil' bitch get curved
My lil' bitch, she not a ten
She a hundred and thirty
And I withdraw all the money that
Was at the bank, bitch
That's word
I got Wockhardt in my system
That's why my words slurred
They was so surprised when they killed him
But that boy was chirpin' like a bird
Nigga, I'm the shit like a turd
But my shit smell like cologne
I fuck her face, yeah, I fuck her makeup up
Then I send that bitch home
You don't wanna race, yeah
This an SRT with a Redeye package on it
You don't want no smoke, bitch
FN Five-seveN shoot a nigga in his dome
Hit that boy in his chest, hit his heart
Now it's chrome
Huh, I told that pussy nigga, "Yeah
Leave me alone"
Huh, huh, shouldn't have fucked
With a member, huh
You shouldn't have fucked with the gang
Huh, you shouldn't have fucked
With the X-M-A-N, yeah
X-Man
And all my niggas masked
Up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just like Bane
And all my niggas in control
Of this shit, yeah
Like a game
Opium