Ken Carson
Shoulda Listened
[Intro: Ken Carson]
Yeah, yeah (Loesoe going crazy)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
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, Dior, but I'm no Christian
Balenciaga mi amor
This morning on me, I just check on my vision
It's Chrome Hearts on my wrist, got n***as pissed, now his bitch missin'
Told you I'll take your hoe, I'll fuck your bitch, you shoulda listened

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Yeah, you shoulda listened, yeah, bitch, you shoulda listened
Yеah, lil' bitch you shoulda listened, yeah, lil' bitch you shoulda listеned

[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
(Yeah)
Caught her off, I ain’t missin’, bad hoe still trickin'
I know these lil’ n***as, they're apprentice
When a broke n***a drawin' in now, that's the only thing get me offended
Shit we do everyday, you be flexin’
Know you're bad, not as bad as my exes
If you're talking about money and lessons
Only get to my head if I let it
How much bitches on me, I regret it
When a n***a say 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 scented
[Verse 3: Destroy Lonely]
(Yeah, yeah)
Only talk if the money get sent in
I got this badass bitch and I put her in timeout, call it detention
I'm in the fast ass whip, lil boy, you can't catch up with this
I only rock the clearest diamonds, bitch, they shine like Christmas
We in this bitch gettin' way too geeked up, runs, we tryna hit this
I swear I done crossed like every freak hoe off my hitlist
I swear I done every opp n***a off my hitlist, yeah
I don't got no time for that, yeah, I'm mindin' my business
I only got some time for racks, yeah, I'm mindin' my business
Said I already hit your thot, oh yeah, you shoulda listened
You a bitch but you say you top dawg, yeah, that don't make no sense man
While you n***as be out on Xbox, yeah, we play with them sticks man

[Verse 4: Ken Carson]
We play with them sticks, yeah, 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 hoe just sent some news in
Said she wanna suck my dick, yeah, I said "Okay" and flew her in
One thing about these hoes, they wanna fuck on the Young Carson Ken
But the bitch ain't even know, I ain't have no clout, I ain't have no money back then
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 [?], no ratchet
Yeah, young n***a talk that bank, yeah
He knock you off for gettin' his stain up
Look how the tables turn when I came up
This same money I'm flexin' can be on your brain, bruh
You n***as talk down when you bring my name up
Just know when I see that lil' boy, yeah, it's up