​yves saint laurent Ken Carson (Ft. Warhol.SS)

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
(Yeah)
When I took that flight woke up in MIA, oh (A, oh)
Ayy, these stripper hoes gon' [?] ([?])
Ayy, I might just go and black out the Jeep (Black out the Jeep)
Yea, and my boy put [?] all in his teeth (All in his teeth)
Ayy (Uh)
Yves Saint Laurent all on my feet (All on my feet)
Ayy, and this chopper hold about fifty [?] ('Bout fifty [?], ayy, uh)
I pop this shit just like [?], ayy
Dressin' like [?], ha
Run this shit up all season, ayy (All season, ayy)

[Interlude: Ken Car$on]
Ha
Car$on
Car$on, whoa
He said he dressed like [?]
Barbie (Uh)
Check

[Verse: Ken Car$on]
I run this shit up like Usain Bolt (Run it up)
I'm goin' to places you can't go (Mm)
Different-color bitches like rainbow (Mm)
I hit in the back of my Range Rover (Fuck your bitch)
I'm from the concrete [?] (Yeah)
I used to rock Coogi and shelltoes (Yeah)
Now a nigga shoppin' on Melrose (Yeah)
I'm pourin' up lean in Sprite (Uh-huh)
Your ho fuck with me and she fuck with my team
She ain't comin' home tonight (Uh-huh)
Don't blow up her phone, leave us all alone
You better not pull up to my home (Okay)
Boy Barbie stay with the chrome (Okay)
Put one right in your dome (Woo)