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[Intro]
(Star Boy, you're my hero)

[Refrain: Ken Carson]
Ayy, the higher I get the better
The longer I wait, she wetter
I could've fucked her when I met her
I pop me a Perc', just to settle
I fucked that lil' bitch 'til she red, she was yellow
Shawty wan' be my vamp but she can't be my Bella
N***as say they got hoes but see me, I got hella (Yeah)
Hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella, ayy, hella (Yеah, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Ken Carson]
Talkin' 'bout hoes, I got hella
I ran up thе racks, I'm no failure
I fuck on that bitch and then I prevail
I feel like a pimp, I just might go sell her
N***as talking 'bout hoes but they know I got hella
N***as talking 'bout clothes but they know I got hella (Yeah)

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Hella, hella, hella, hella (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hella)
Hella, hella, hella, hella (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hella)
This bitch do whatever I tell her
I fuck her then send her to you, she won't tell ya
Opium, bitch, I serve like some mail
I served that lil' boy and I ain't use no scale, yeah
[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
I ran up the racks, you know I couldn't fail, yeah
I just got a pack, it came through the mail, yeah
Seven pounds of paraphernalia
If you ain't got Cash App, I got Zelle, yeah
If I get caught, I got bail, yeah
Bitch, I got them racks, give a fuck 'bout a jail, yeah
This bitch wanna fuck, you know I'm like, "Hell yeah"
I keep my Glock tucked, I'll send you to hell, yeah
I keep my Glock tucked with one in the head
Let a n***a try it then he dead
Step on him like an insect
I pop me a molly and then I forget
I pop me a molly and then I forget
He thought I was lame, thought I wasn't with the shits
These n***as be lame when it come to a bitch
So I'ma get lame when it come to get rich
Hella sticks, licks, 'Gielas, Ricks, licks, bitch (Hella, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Ken Carson]
Talkin' 'bout hoes, I got hella (Yeah)
I ran up the racks, I'm no failure (Yeah)
I fuck on that bitch and then I prevail (Yeah)
I feel like a pimp, I just might go sell her (Yeah)
N***as talking 'bout hoes, but they know I got hella
N***as talking 'bout clothes, but they know I got hella (I got hella)
[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Hella (Yeah), hella (Yeah), hella (Yeah), hella (Yeah, hella)
Hella (Yeah), hella (Yeah), hella (Yeah), hella (Yeah)
This bitch do whatever I tell her
I fuck her then send her to you, she won't tell ya
Opium, bitch, I serve like some mail
I served that lil' boy and I ain't use no scale, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, sell ya, sell ya, sell ya, sell ya (What? Yeah)
Fuck from the back...