[Intro]
(Wake up F1LTHY)

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Shoes, huh, Rick, huh
Pants, huh, Rick, huh
I tried to stuff the racks in my pants, but they ain't fit
This shit unusual, it's gon' take some time to get used to this
I usually blow her mind, but I'm 'bout to blow her spine after this
I usually spend a nick', but I'm 'bout a spend a dime after this
Constantly gettin' rich, while these n***as still cryin' like some bitches
'Cause these n***as be broke, and my name not Bob, I will not fix it, huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
I would go fuck on yo' bih', huh, but I already did, huh
OpiumBaby loadin' the Glock, huh, I'm on the FN, huh
Upside down cross on my chain, 'cause all I know is sin
Got some n***s from yo' main thang, I send it to my bro's in the pen
Lil' bitch, it's Ken Carson
Evеry room I walk in is like a party started
My music loud and annoying, yeah, likе a dog barking
If it's two hunnid on my dash, then I'ma go-kart it, I'ma drive like it's stolen
I put diamonds in my wallet, I got diamonds on my bitch, yeah, yeah, 'cause she chosen
I put diamonds on my wrist, yeah, yeah, that shit frozen
She got diamonds in her pussy, yeah, yeah, that shit soakin', that shit wet like the ocean
When I'm in it, I'm like, ''Oh, shit''
I'm 'bout to make a flick, yeah, yeah, yeah, and don't post it
I done hit the woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, while I'm strokin'
She can't talk no more, yeah, yeah, yeah, 'cause she chokin'
I ain't talkin', I'm just smokin'
[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, when I'm walkin', she just blow me
Baby, yeah, I'm ballin' hard, something like Ginóbili
Better not pull up in my boulevard, 'cause we pistol tottin', huh
My young n***as blowin'— huh, my young n***as blowin'— yeah
Walk up in that store, and, yes, I blow it, huh
I just spent that n***a whole rent on some Rick Owens, yeah
Catch a n***a lackin' down in traffic, then we hold it up
My pants, I can't hold 'em up, I got hella O's in 'em
Baby girl, it's Opium, these n***as don't want no smoke, I call 'em OGM
Yeah, I’m with my boy, he chopper totin', let it go for sum'
This bitch havin' hella ass, yeah, I just might throw her some
And I'm really crashed out about that bag, this shit ain't nun', huh, yeah
This shit ain't nun', huh, yeah, that bitch ain't nun', huh, yeah
That whip ain't nun', huh, yeah, this swag ain't nun', huh
Choppers, we load 'em up, huh
Bags, we get 'em in, yeah, you ain't gettin' enough, huh

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Shoes, huh, Rick, huh
Pants, huh, Rick, huh
I tried to stuff the racks in my pants, but they ain't fit
This shit unusual, it's gon' take some time to get used to this
I usually blow her mind, but I'm 'bout to blow her spine after this
I usually spend a nick', but I'm 'bout a spend a dime after this
Constantly gettin' rich, while these n***as still cryin' like some bitches
'Cause these n***as be broke, and my name not Bob, I will not fix it, huh, huh