Pull Up Ken Carson (Ft. Yeat)

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch
I got licks, pull up, bitch
Let's do a mo'fuckin' drill
It's a mill' in the house up the hill
Ain't nobody inside the crib
Who ready to ride for real?
Who ready to slide for real?
Get down or lay down
And it's LV all over my backpack, you know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up on your block, you hear, "Blatt, blatt", you know that my niggas don't play around
He was walking his kids to the bus stop, we left his body on the playground
I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer, I'ma let that boy know how the K sound

[Post-Chorus: Ken Carson]
You a bitch, you a dick rider, yeah, these niggas don't just be gay now
Fuck your bitch, then I'm out of there, I'm back on the block sellin' big pounds
Keep the whole thing, I don't do no breakdowns
Don't do zips, boy, I don't do no shakedowns
I was ridin' 'round town with fifty pounds
This was your shit but, bitch, this my city now
They was your bitchеs, them be my bitches now
Snatch your shit, givе me them
He was sellin', but he ain't get shit for them
Left your boy down there, yeah, you ain't shoot shit for him
I just rolled up my opp, yeah, I'm spliffin' him
I'm smokin' on whoever hate
I'm smokin' on whoever fake
I'm smokin', boy, I load up that K