[Intro: Ken Carson]
Yeah
Yeah (Loesoe goin' crazy)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
Everyday I wake up, ay, in a different mood
Hold on, let me put on my jewels, let me freshen up real quick
Yeah, I'm 'bouta turn my swag on, bitch
This broke ass ho can't brag on shit
I'm braggin' on my neck and wrist
Know my shit shine, know my shit glisten
She want Dior, Dior, Dior, Dior, but I'm no Christian
Balenciaga all on me, or this Marni on me, I just check out my vision
This Chrome Hearts on my wrist got n***as pissed, nah, his bitch missing
Told you I'd take your ho, I fuck your bitch, you shoulda listened
Yeah, you shoulda listened
Yeah, bitch you shoulda listened
Yeah, lil' bitch you shoulda listened
Yeah, lil' bitch you shoulda listened

[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, cut her off, I ain't missing
Bad hoes still tricking
I know these little n***as, they at practice
When a broke n***a try my name now, that's the only thing get me offended
Shit we do everyday, you be flexing
No, your bad is not bad as my exes
If you talking 'bout money it lessens
Only get to my head if I let it
How much bitches on me, I regret it
When a n***a said, "Fuck it", I meant it
Everything classified like it's netted
And my bitches they bad with no edits
And your bitches they came with no edges
Only talk if the money get sent in
[Verse 3: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah, only talk if the money get sent in
I got this bad ass bitch, and I put her on timeout I call it detention
I'm in this fast ass whip, lil' boy, you can't even catch up with this
I only rock the clearest diamonds bitch, they shine like Christmas
We in this bitch gettin' way too geeked up, bruh is you tryna hit this?
I swear I done crossed off like every freak ho off my hit list
I swear I done crossed every opp n***a off my hit list
Yeah, I ain't got no time for that, yeah, I'm minding my bidness
I only got some time for racks, yeah, I'm minding my bidness
Said I already hit your thot, dawg yeah, you shoulda listened
You a bitch, but you say you top dog, yeah, that don't make no sense man
While you n***as be all on Xbox, yeah, we play with them sticks man

[Verse 4: Ken Carson]
We play with them sticks, yeah, ain't talking Call of Duty
He say he with the shits, yeah, told that boy to prove it
Got a new text from your bitch, yeah, this ho just sent some n***s in
Said she wanna suck my dick, yeah, I said "Okay", then flew her in
One thing about these hoes they wanna fuck on a young Carson Ken
Cause your bitch, she ain't even know, I ain't had no clout, I ain't had no money back then
But now I'm rocking shows, and now look, bitch that money in
I'm shittin' on them n***as that wasn't fucking with me back then
Now I got power 'bout that ho, I ain't talking no ranger
A young n***a tote that banger
It knock you out and give you a stain up
Look how the tables turned when I came up
The same money I'm flexing could be on your brain, bruh
These n***as talk down when they bring my name up
Just know when I see that lil' boy, yo ass up