THRILL Destroy Lonely & Ken Carson

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Niggas be talking that— huh, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', huh, huh
I just been talking that— huh, I just been talkin' that money, yeah, yeah
Can't communicate if it ain't 'bout them funds, huh, huh
My location off, like I'm on the run, huh, huh
Rock Balenci', woah, she like Saint Laurent, huh, huh
I'm all in her jaw, just like bubble gum, yeah, woah
Thought she was your broad 'til I told her, "I want some"
Can't pop G6, Gelato #41 in my lungs
730, 187, yeah, redrum
Switchiana, it's a box on the back of my gun

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
Walked in this bitch with the Baby Money, he walked in with his lady money
This Wednesday I'm on the same high as Saturday and Sunday
You might never feel this high 'cause you ain't rich like this
She might never get a ring, she fuckеd the whole clique

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely & Ken Carson]
I think I want hеr, hold up, nah, that's just the drugs
Hit that lickiana, walked in with my mask and my gun
I been takin' uppers, but I keep a cup and a blunt
I ain't gotta stunt her, yes, I know this ho gonna fuck me (Yeah)
Got my twin to the left and he clutching, huh
Your bitch all on G6, pussy bussing
Like my Goyard, my bitch booty stuffin'
Think I'm extra sick, need Wockhardt over 'Tussin (Yeah)
Call the plug, we cashing out, don't need no frontin'
All the promoters cashin' out, they payin' money
I still would kill, remember the couches, ain't have nothin' (No bap)
Don't do new friends, it's plenty of bitches and lots of hundreds (No bap)