Ken Car$on - Wockstar lyrics
[Intro: Ken Car$on] Yeah I started with a pint of Wock', then I moved over to that red My boy don't do the body shots, he sending them sh*ts at your head After I spin your block I'm ten up, after I spin your block your body dead [Chorus: Ken Car$on] I ain't talking slow, I'ma slide like a sled You say that's your hoe, she was just in my bed She wanna fu*k me, but I just got the head Got a Glock .43, I'ma point at his chest Boy, you better not try me, boy, you better not test it I copped a coupe and I ain't even flex it I fu*k on your boo whenever you not present And that hoе white, she gave mе Becky Just for the night, just for a second You get a bite, I'm on to the next b*tch I don't go nowhere without my ratchet I'm robbing the bank, yeah, I'm on some fast sh*t I leave that boy stank, I leave that boy dead b*tch, I'm high as fu*k, I'm pouring up red, yeah She say she want X', yeah, she want some Teen X Me and my b*tch be popping them beans still [Verse: Offset] Stay flexed, I'm blessed (Woo) Put them ice cubes on my necklace (Hey) Geeked up, living young and we reckless (Let's go) Told her, "fu*k me", I told her "Don't text me" That's rude It's okay but I give you some blues She give head if she look, if she choose Hit him, no evidence, nobody knows (Shh) Tiptoe when I move Tiptoe, took off the red bottom shoes (Take them out) We like to win, we don't lose fu*king on twins, I'm confused (Smash) Who was who? But I go up like 3, 2, 1 (Go) After we spin, got to get new guns (Spin) Yeah, we like to put opps in our lungs Yeah, the truth it hurt Pull out the gun, who shooting it first? I need some water, I'm on two Percs' (Percs) Waves, waves, we let ni**as surf We seen the way that he sound in his verse Gave him the flow and the game was cursed [?] with the drip, I ain't ever rehearse I fu*k the b*tch if it's just for a purse And mainly, I'm getting 250 a verse (It's crazy) Blood on the shirt, now you rocking his merch Serving the nerds Go to the back and go get you some syrup (Syrup) Maybach with curtains Don't say a word Here go them racks that you know you deserve (Here) [Chorus: Ken Car$on] I ain't talking slow, I'ma slide like a sled You say that's your hoe, she was just in my bed She wanna fu*k me, but I just got the head Got a Glock .43, I'ma point at his chest Boy, you better not try me, boy, you better not test it I copped a coupe and I ain't even flex it I fu*k on your boo whenever you not present And that hoe white, she gave me Becky Just for the night, just for a second You get a bite, I'm on to the next b*tch I don't go nowhere without my ratchet I'm robbing the bank, yeah, I'm on some fast sh*t I leave that boy stank, I leave that boy dead b*tch, I'm high as fu*k, I'm pouring up red, yeah She say she want X', yeah, she want some Teen X Me and my b*tch be popping them beans still