Ken Carson
Should’ve Listened
[Intro: Ken Car$on]
Yeah
Yeah (Loesoe going crazy)
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ken Car$on]
Everyday I wake up, ayy, in a different mood
Hold on, let me put on my jewels
Let me freshen up real quick
Yeah, I'm 'bout to turn my swag on, bitch
This broke ass hoe 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 on, this Marni on me, I just turned up my vision
This Chrome Hearts on my wrist got n***as pissed, now his bitch missing
Told you, I'll take your ho, I'll fuck your bitch, you should've listened
Yeah, you should've listened
Yeah, bitch, you should'vе listened
Yeah, lil' bitch, you should'vе listened
Yeah, lil' bitch, you should've listened

[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, cut her off, I ain't missing
Bad ho still tricking, I know these lil' n***as, they impressed
When a broke n***a try my name now, that's the only thing get me offended
Shit we do everyday, you be flexing
Know your baddest not bad as my exes
If you talkin' 'bout money in lessons
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 Ned, yeah
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, call it detention
I'm in that 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 getting way too geeked up, bruh, is you tryna hit this?
I swear I done crossed like every freak ho off my hitlist
I swear I done crossed every opp n***a off my hitlist, yeah
I ain't got no time for that, yeah, I'm minding my business
I only got some time for racks, yeah, I'm minding my business
Said I already hit your thot there, yeah, you should've listened
Lil' bitch, but you say you a top dog, yeah, that don't make no sense, man
While these n***as be all on Xbox, yeah, we play with them sticks, man
[Verse 4: Ken Car$on]
We play with them sticks, yeah, I ain't talkin' Call of Duty
He say he with the shits, yeah, I told that boy to prove it
Got a new text from your bitch, yeah, this ho just sent some n***s in
She said she wanna suck my dick, yeah, I said, "Okay," and flew her in
When I think about these hoes, they wanna fuck on the young Car$on Ken
Hit your bitch, she didn't even know, and you're gon' cry, and you're gon' let her in
But now I'm rockin' shows and I'm lit, bitch, that money in
I'm shittin' on the n***as that wasn't fuckin' with me back then
Now I got power by the hour, ain't talkin' no ranger
A young n***a totin' that banger, he not cap, he get his stain up
Look how the tables turned, when I came up
Bitch, the money I'm flexin' can't be on your brain, bro
These n***as talk down when they bringin' my name up
Just know when I see that lil' boy, yeah, it's up!