Ken Carson - sh00t lyrics
Ken Car$on [Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr.] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ken Carson - sh00t lyrics]
Wake up, F1lthy
Designer, my shirt, designer, my shoes
Designer, her purse, designer, her boots
Yeah, we rock His and Hers
My bitch do what I do
If a nigga try me and
Her, ain't no question
I'm gon' shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot
(Shoot it out)
Yeah, I shoot it out for
My bitch, she stay down
She'll never switch
I was down, now I'm rich, I was cool
Now I'm lit
I'm lit like inferno, he want to fight
I wanna shoot
I dropped out, I ain't go to school
And my Glocky my tool
'Bout to fuck this ho in the pool
She said she want some food
She said she want Ruth's Chris
Took her to McDonald's
Ride through the drive-thru
I can't go for none
After she ate hеr food
She put her hair in a bun
She suck mе, suck me, suck me, suck me
Suck me 'til I'm numb
She fuck me, fuck me, fuck
Me, fuck me, fuck me
I go dumb
Got racks, do you want some? Boy
I could put you on
Boy, you ain't got no swag
Your phone ain't even on
She worry 'bout a bag
But she ain't got no home
Her priorities wrong, her priorities wrong
Designer, my shirt, designer, my shoes
Designer, her purse, designer, her boots
Yeah, we rock His and Hers
My bitch do what I do
If a nigga try me and
Her, ain't no question
I'm gon' shoot
(Shoot it out)
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot
(Shoot it out)
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot
(Shoot it out)
Yeah, I shoot it out for
My bitch, she stay down
She'll never switch
I was down, now I'm rich, I was cool
Now I'm lit
(Shoot it out)
(Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot)
(Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot it out)
(Shoot it out)
(Shoot it out)
(Shoot it out)
Designer, my shirt, designer, my shoes
Designer, her purse, designer, her boots
Yeah, we rock His and Hers
My bitch do what I do
If a nigga try me and
Her, ain't no question
I'm gon' shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot
(Shoot it out)
Yeah, I shoot it out for
My bitch, she stay down
She'll never switch
I was down, now I'm rich, I was cool
Now I'm lit
I'm lit like inferno, he want to fight
I wanna shoot
I dropped out, I ain't go to school
And my Glocky my tool
'Bout to fuck this ho in the pool
She said she want some food
She said she want Ruth's Chris
Took her to McDonald's
Ride through the drive-thru
I can't go for none
After she ate hеr food
She put her hair in a bun
She suck mе, suck me, suck me, suck me
Suck me 'til I'm numb
She fuck me, fuck me, fuck
Me, fuck me, fuck me
I go dumb
Got racks, do you want some? Boy
I could put you on
Boy, you ain't got no swag
Your phone ain't even on
She worry 'bout a bag
But she ain't got no home
Her priorities wrong, her priorities wrong
Designer, my shirt, designer, my shoes
Designer, her purse, designer, her boots
Yeah, we rock His and Hers
My bitch do what I do
If a nigga try me and
Her, ain't no question
I'm gon' shoot
(Shoot it out)
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot
(Shoot it out)
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot
(Shoot it out)
Yeah, I shoot it out for
My bitch, she stay down
She'll never switch
I was down, now I'm rich, I was cool
Now I'm lit
(Shoot it out)
(Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot)
(Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot it out)
(Shoot it out)
(Shoot it out)
(Shoot it out)