Ken Carson - Gems lyrics

I was smokin' on a spliff
I was fuckin' on a M.I.L.F
I was pushin' up on bitches in
The A in a Lyft
I was givin' bitches dick, yeah
They treat it like a gift
'Cause a bitch know she ain't
Gettin' shit from me
I treat it like a M.I.L.F
She put her knees where my feet at
And blew me like a blimp
I fuck that bitch and I leave, yeah
I can't go out like no simp
Hell nah, I can't go out like him, hell nah
I can't go out like them
Hatin' nigga talkin' 'bout
"I got gems" I got diamonds on every limb
I got diamonds, yeah, on every limb
I got more bracelets on than
That boy got chains
I pulled up in the McLaren
Then I lost the brain
I got these bitches starin' and
These niggas callin' me lame
But that shit really be lame
When these niggas be hatin'
It be like when I drop the blunt
It be like when I spill my drank
It be like when they doin' too much
When I'm tryna withdraw out the bank
It be like when 12 fuckin'
With us, when I do it
I do every day
It's fuck 12 and it's fuck
The police, oh yeah
It's fuck the Jakes
Free all of my niggas, yeah
Locked in the cage
X-MAN, I'm a villain, yeah
I'm ready to rage
I hop on a plane, then hop out the plane
Then rock out the stage
Rock a upside down cross, every
Time I leave my bitch
She burnin' sage
I fuck my bitch with my chains on
She love how they clang
I told that bitch her pussy
The bomb like Saddam Hussein
Let me pop this pill, let me pour this blunt
Let me pour me up some drank
I'm eatin' bad bitch pussy for lunch
My bitch look like Zendaya
Ain't no more Teen X, man, 'cause
I got the X plays
Yeah
Triple X how she wanna sex, sex, sex, sex
All she wanna do is lay up
Balenciaga all on my chest, chest
Chest, chest and my pants
They Ravers
A nigga can't say, "Ken
Carson ain't on shit"
Look at the swag I gave her
Look at the shit I made up
Look at these niggas I raged up
Look at these bitches I slayed
Wait, nah, I don't claim her
Disrespect
Disrespect this shit, you gon' die 'bout it
Pull up solid, well, yeah
We gon' hop out it
He was stealin'
So now he gon' die 'bout that
Got fifteen gold racks that's
A stack, stack
Stack
And it's up for these
Niggas that's screamin'
(Nah, he ain'the's not even Teen X
Fuck him)

Fuck your gang, bitch, on God
X-MAN
X, X, X-MAN
Yeah