Nightcore

[Chorus] Kush smoke in my lungs Tattoos on my neck and on my arms I can tell by the way she look, huh-huh, she want some She ask me what's my name, and then she ask me where I'm from (Yeah) B***h, I'm Ken Carson, I'm from Atlanta, I like to pour fours in my Fanta Ain't got no time for no b***h, but I **** on a ho, and I get right to the money after Ain't got no time for no b***h, man, I just want some throat, if you don't do it quick, I'ma cancel These niggas constipated, and they know I'm the shit, yeah, I need me a Pamper That boy so dirty, throw it in the hamper I'm lurkin' outside your crib, like a camper I'm lurkin' outside your crib, if you don't come outside, then I'ma pack this b***h up like a camel I'm in New York, and I know that these niggas ain't shooting shit like Julius Randle If you want smoke, then I'm gettin' the handle Shawty keep grabbin' my d**k like a handle [Verse] My neck and wrist and ears are Hindu I don't **** with you and I don't **** with him too She want me to be her quarterback, huh, and she my center You weren't even worried 'bout that b***h 'til I put my d**k in her I treat these hoes just like a rental You treat these hoes like a dental Upside down cross, I'm a sinner I'm not perfect I give her all the time in the world and she worth it So many niggas want my wave, yeah, they surf d**k And then that tsunami came real urgent It's just how I talk, baby, I ain't flirtin' If I don't do nothin', I'ma get them racks for certain She reachin' for my d**k, I had to close the curtains All that sneak dissin' shit, now that boy in a urn Stop all that hating shit, lil' nigga, wait your turn Relax, 'cause when it's your turn, huh, ain't no goin' back I think it's my turn to hit your ho from the back She said she love me, I told that b***h, "I ain't on that" It's Double O gang, it's Double O gang, yeah, we not a frat Diamonds on my ring, diamonds on my chain, yeah, VVS I ain't talkin' 'bout DJ Khaled, but, uh, we the best I charge a hunnid K for my talents, huh, nothin' less And I just popped this X, and I can feel it in my chest I can feel it kickin' in, woah, Lionel Messi She can feel me in her skin, woah, she gettin' stretched I had money way before a blue check I had money way before this shit I sing to your b***h like Jodeci I sing to your b***h, like, woah You dropped, and nobody noticed it I go viral every time I post I been tourin' coast to coast I sip drank every time that I smoke, woah Kush smoke in my lungs Tattoos on my neck and on my arms I can tell by the way she look, huh-huh, she want some She ask me what's my name, and then she ask me where I'm from (Yeah) B***h, I'm Ken Carson, I'm from Atlanta, I like to pour fours in my Fanta Ain't got no time for no b***h, but I **** on a ho, and I get right to the money after Ain't got no time for no b***h, man, I just want some throat, if you don't do it quick, I'ma cancel These niggas constipated, and they know I'm the shit, yeah, I need me a Pamper That boy so dirty, throw it in the hamper I'm lurkin' outside your crib, like a camper I'm lurkin' outside your crib, if you don't come outside, then I'ma pack this b***h up like a camel I'm in New York, and I know that these niggas ain't shooting shit like Julius Randle If you want smoke, then I'm gettin' the handle (Neilaworld) Shawty keep grabbin' my d**k like a handle