Ken Carson - suicidal lyrics
Ken Car$on [Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr.] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ken Carson - suicidal lyrics]
(8-808)
Suicidal, huh, KMS (Huh, huh, huh)
Suicidal, yeah, KMS (Uh)
Shoot him in his head if
He got a bulletproof vest (yeah)
Yeah, shoot him in his head if
He got a bulletproof vest
I can't lose sleep 'bout no bitch, nah
I can't stress
I put Bottega Veneta, yeah, on her dress
Drive-by, we ain't let shit fly
We gon' leave a mess
Check the scope, I'ma pop my opps
I'ma pop my X
I'm trained to go, if this shit go down
I know what to do next
These lame niggas switch up on a gang, yeah
For the check
And if a nigga talkin' on my name
Better come with respеct
Yeah, nigga better comе correct
Yeah, ain't spend nothin' on
This Patek but it's (Huh) , bussin'
I can't fuck with that lil'
Bitch 'cause she too (Huh) , crusty
I just opened a new bag of
Weed and that shit musty
Lil 88 on that beat he got this bitch jumpin'
My bitch ask me "How high?" when
I tell that bitch to jump
Balenciaga boots, ooh
Like a nigga 'bout to stomp
And I ain't go to school with you if
I ain't sit at your table for lunch
Talkin' 'bout hoes, nigga, got a bunch
Talkin' bout this, talkin' 'bout clothes
Talkin' 'bout money, yeah, i got a bunch
Talkin' 'bout Ken Carson, yeah
X-MAN, yeah yeah, get you punched up
I don't do the Instagram and the flexin'
Hell nah I do my own stunts
I'm goin' Super Saiyan like Trunks
I got some 308's in my trunk
I got a bad bitch with 380 and
She ready to set a nigga up
He got money, then he got a
Lil' paper, nigga say that shit
Back that shit up
Shawty lil' thot, we gon wet this shit up
Knock him out, make sure he never get up
Huh, huh, huh, RIP huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
These niggas dead to me, huh
These niggas dead, huh, huh
Put that boy on TV, yeah, he on a flatscreen
Told my bitch I don't want to fuck right now
Baby just relax me
My boy been sippin' that yellow, yeah
Call a taxi
Even though I'm a rapper, you can't tax me
She say that her friend wanna fuck, tell her
"Just ask me" we ain't got nowhere to go
I'm 'bout to fuck her in the backseat
I been smokin' Gelato
While all these niggas smokin' trash weed
Double O in first place
These niggas in last seat
Fucked her off the X
Now she keep callin' and textin' me
She say "Ken you the best" I told
That bitch that's just the Ecstacy
I got X in me
Suicidal, huh, KMS (Huh, huh, huh)
Suicidal, yeah, KMS (Uh)
Shoot him in his head if
He got a bulletproof vest (yeah)
Yeah, shoot him in his head if
He got a bulletproof vest
I can't lose sleep 'bout no bitch, nah
I can't stress
I put Bottega Veneta, yeah, on her dress
(8-808)
Suicidal, huh, KMS (Huh, huh, huh)
Suicidal, yeah, KMS (Uh)
Shoot him in his head if
He got a bulletproof vest (yeah)
Yeah, shoot him in his head if
He got a bulletproof vest
I can't lose sleep 'bout no bitch, nah
I can't stress
I put Bottega Veneta, yeah, on her dress
Drive-by, we ain't let shit fly
We gon' leave a mess
Check the scope, I'ma pop my opps
I'ma pop my X
I'm trained to go, if this shit go down
I know what to do next
These lame niggas switch up on a gang, yeah
For the check
And if a nigga talkin' on my name
Better come with respеct
Yeah, nigga better comе correct
Yeah, ain't spend nothin' on
This Patek but it's (Huh) , bussin'
I can't fuck with that lil'
Bitch 'cause she too (Huh) , crusty
I just opened a new bag of
Weed and that shit musty
Lil 88 on that beat he got this bitch jumpin'
My bitch ask me "How high?" when
I tell that bitch to jump
Balenciaga boots, ooh
Like a nigga 'bout to stomp
And I ain't go to school with you if
I ain't sit at your table for lunch
Talkin' 'bout hoes, nigga, got a bunch
Talkin' bout this, talkin' 'bout clothes
Talkin' 'bout money, yeah, i got a bunch
Talkin' 'bout Ken Carson, yeah
X-MAN, yeah yeah, get you punched up
I don't do the Instagram and the flexin'
Hell nah I do my own stunts
I'm goin' Super Saiyan like Trunks
I got some 308's in my trunk
I got a bad bitch with 380 and
She ready to set a nigga up
He got money, then he got a
Lil' paper, nigga say that shit
Back that shit up
Shawty lil' thot, we gon wet this shit up
Knock him out, make sure he never get up
Huh, huh, huh, RIP huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
These niggas dead to me, huh
These niggas dead, huh, huh
Put that boy on TV, yeah, he on a flatscreen
Told my bitch I don't want to fuck right now
Baby just relax me
My boy been sippin' that yellow, yeah
Call a taxi
Even though I'm a rapper, you can't tax me
She say that her friend wanna fuck, tell her
"Just ask me" we ain't got nowhere to go
I'm 'bout to fuck her in the backseat
I been smokin' Gelato
While all these niggas smokin' trash weed
Double O in first place
These niggas in last seat
Fucked her off the X
Now she keep callin' and textin' me
She say "Ken you the best" I told
That bitch that's just the Ecstacy
I got X in me
Suicidal, huh, KMS (Huh, huh, huh)
Suicidal, yeah, KMS (Uh)
Shoot him in his head if
He got a bulletproof vest (yeah)
Yeah, shoot him in his head if
He got a bulletproof vest
I can't lose sleep 'bout no bitch, nah
I can't stress
I put Bottega Veneta, yeah, on her dress
(8-808)