[Intro: Ken Carson]
(Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, fuck him)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
I've been sippin' way too much drank, I think I need a new kidney
Every time I see a soda, I gotta pour some Wocky in it
And every time your bitch see me roll up, she reminisce about how I lick it
I'm not your mans, I'm not your bro, don't call my phone when it get sticky
I don't go nowhere, ayy, yeah, without my blicky
I don't got no opps out here, niggas just hate me, niggas just envy
When I was in school, I had all Fs, told my mama that shit stood for Fendi
Remember I could not afford a designer belt, now look at me, boy, I got plenty
Balenci', Celine, Chanel
My shooter, he dressed in designer, he ready to kill
Put that lil' boy on a plate, he get ate like a meal
All of these niggas be fake like a BBL
But my bitch all real
Yeah, my bitch just like a model, ooh
He shot his shot, but ain't follow through, ooh
Rick on my collar, ooh, ooh
This is not Prada, ooh, ooh
Yeah, she not a toddler, ooh, ooh
But I call her baby
She let me drive her lil' Benz, now me and my friends slide in a Mercedes
This an S550, nah, this not the Maybach, but yeah, it's the latest
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