[Intro: Ken Carson]
(Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, fuck him)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
I've been sippin' way too much drank, I think I need a new kidney
Every time I see a soda, I gotta pour some Wocky in it
And every time your bitch see me roll up, she reminisce about how I lick it
I'm not your mans, I'm not your bro, don't call my phone when it get sticky
I don't go nowhere, ayy, yeah, without my blicky
I don't got no opps out here, n***as just hate me, n***as just envy
When I was in school, I had all Fs, told my mama that shit stood for Fendi
Remember I could not afford a designer belt, now look at me, boy, I got plenty
Balenci', Celine, Chanel
My shooter, he dressed in designer, he ready to kill
Put that lil' boy on a plate, he get ate like a meal
All of these n***as be fake like a BBL
But my bitch all real
Yeah, my bitch just like a model, ooh
He shot his shot, but ain't follow through, ooh
Rick on my collar, ooh, ooh
This is not Prada, ooh, ooh
Yeah, she not a toddler, ooh, ooh
But I call her baby
She let me drive her lil' Benz, now me and my friends slide in a Mercedes
This an S550, nah, this not the Maybach, but yeah, it's the latest
[Chorus: Ken Carson]
I get money, I get racks, I get paid, bitch
Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment
If you try, you gon' die where you lay, bitch
None of my n***as won't miss, let you feel how that K hit
I don't know what's on my kicks, but it look like I stepped in gravy
Everybody rockin' all black, I wanna be different, so I'm rockin' navy
Lil' boy, you should've signed to Opium, I laugh at that n***a, he slavin'
You ain't get no money, you ain't got no funds, I count that shit up and I'm savin'

[Verse 2: Ken Carson]
I'm makin' ten, twelve, fifteen times whatever these n***as be makin'
These n***as got it fucked up and these n***as be lyin'
These n***as be cappin' on Instagram and Twitter
Fuck a tweet, fuck a post, n***a
Talkin' 'bout racks, I get the most, n***a
Talkin' 'bout hoes, I fuck the most, n***a
I fuck on that bitch, then I'm goin' ghost
You know you gotta keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
That's why I walk with a Glock 43 on my holster
I put my bitch in Balenci', I told her to take off that Fashion Nova
If she got Givenchy shark boots on her feet, bae, come a lil' closer

[Bridge: Ken Carson]
Haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: Destroy Lonely]
I put that ho in ALYX, yeah, then tell her, "Come closer," huh, yeah
She say that she feelin' me, yeah, she tell me, "Come over"
Yeah, got a freak I'm finna hit right now as soon as we over
Yeah, and I got some ice on me right now, lil' shawty, I'm cold
Huh, huh, I can't leave my crib without my pole
Huh, huh, I can't leave the crib without my pole
Huh, yeah, I count up these racks for sure, for shit sure
Yeah, huh, I get the racks for a show, then rock that show
Yeah, I just pop my shit, then pop that ho
Big bro still serving rocks, yeah, but please keep that on the low
Yeah, shawty, I'm a rockstar, my guitar got a scope
I'm rockin' all black and my cross upside down, I'm not the Pope
I'm smoking strong, I'm boolin' with this model ho and she love coke
I'm in Europe, shawty, spent like twenty-five on a new coat
I'm gettin' paid, lil' shawty, I buy what I want up out that store
If they in my way, then I'ma up that stick and let it go
Huh, I been countin' up like too much cash, I'm uppin' my roll
Yeah, we been breakin' the dash, this SRT been huggin' the road
Huh, she just wanna come and fuck on the gang, that's for sure
Yeah, I just wanna put some pointers all in the chain, for sure

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
I get money, I get racks, I get paid, bitch
Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment
If you try, you gon' die where you lay, bitch
None of my n***as won't miss, let you feel how that K hit
I don't know what's on my kicks, but it look like I stepped in gravy
Everybody rockin' all black, I wanna be different, so I'm rockin' navy
Lil' boy, you should've signed to Opium, I laugh at that n***a, he slavin'
You ain't get no money, you ain't got no funds, I count that shit up and I'm savin'