Ken Carson – MDMA Lyrics

Ken Carson MDMA Lyrics (feat. Destroy Lonely)

I been sipping way too much drink
I think I need a new kidney
Every time I see a soda I gotta pour some Wocky in it
And every time yo bitch see me roll
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 nowhwere
Ay ya
Without my blicky
I don’t got no opps out here
N***** just hate
These n***** just envy
When I was in school
I had all Fs
Told my mama that shit stood for fendi
Remember when I couldn’t afford designer belt
now look at me boy I got plenty
Balenci
Celine
Chanel
My shoota
He dressed in designer
He ready to kill
Put that lil boy on a plate
He get ate like a meal
All of these n***** be fake
like a bbl

But my bitch all real
Yea my bitch look like a model
He shot his shot but ain’t follow through
Rick on my collar
This is not Prada
She not a toddler
But I call her baby

She let me drive her lil benz
Now me and my friends slidin in a Mercedes
This a S550 nah this not the Maybach but ya it’s the latest
I get money
I get racks
I get paid bitch
Book a show want a verse
Send a payment
If you try
You gon die
Where you lay bitch
None of my n***** won’t miss
Let you feel how that K hit
I don’t know whats on my kicks
But it look like I stepped in gravy
Everybody rocking all black
I wanna be different
So I’m rocking navy

Lil boy ya should signed to Opium
I laugh at that n**** he slaving
You aint get no money
You aint got no funds
I count that shit up and im saving
I’m making 10, 12, 15 times
Whatever these n***** be making
These n***** got it fucked up
And these n***** be lying
These n***** be cappin on Instagram
And twitter

Fuck a tweet
Fuck a post n****
Talking bout racks
I get the most n****
Talkin bout hoes I fuck the most n****
I fuck on that bitch and Im going ghost ya
You know you gotta keep your friends close
But your enemies closer
That’s why I walk with a glock 43
On my holster

I put my bitch in balenci
I tell her to take off that fashion nova
If she got Givenchy shark boots on her feet
Bae come a lil closer

I put that hoe in alyx
Then tell her come closer
She said that she feeling me
She tell me come over
Got a freak that I’m fina hit right now
As soon as we over

I got some ice on me right now
Shawty I’m cold
I can’t leave my crib without my pole
I can’t leave my crib without my pole

I count up these racks
Fo show
Fo shit
Fo show

I get them racks for sho
Then rock that show
I just pop my shit
Then pop that hoe
Big bro still serving racks ya
But please keep that on the low
ya

Shawty I’m a rock star
My guitar got a scope
I’m rocking all black and my cross upside down
I’m not the pope
I’m smokin strong I’m boolin’ with this model hoe
And she love coke
I’m in Europe shawty
Spent like 25 on a new coat
I’m getting paid shawty
I buy what I want
Up out that store

If they in my way
Damn
Ima up that stick and let it go

I been counting up like too much cash
I upped my roll
We been breaking the dash
this srt been hugging the road
She just wanna come and fuck on the gang
And that’s for sure
I just want to put some pointers all on my chain fa sho

I get money
I get racks
I get paid bitch
Book a show want a verse
Send a payment If you try
You gon die
Where you lay bitch

None of my n***** wont miss
Let you feel how that K hit
I don’t know what’s on my kicks
But it looks like I stepped in gravy

Everybody rocking all black
I wanna be different
So I’m rocking navy

Lil boy ya shoulda signed to Opium
I laugh at that n**** he slaving
You aint get no money
You aint got no funds
I count that shit up
And I’m saving