Ken Car$on - Wockstar pe Lyrkit

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Wockstar

Wockstar

(album: X. - 2022)

[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 shits at your head
After I spin your block I'm ten up, after I spin your block your body dead

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 fuck 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 fuck 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 bitch
I don't go nowhere without my ratchet
I'm robbing the bank, yeah, I'm on some fast shit
I leave that boy stank, I leave that boy dead
Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I'm pouring up red, yeah
She say she want X', yeah, she want some Teen X
Me and my bitch be popping them beans still

[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, "Fuck 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
Fucking 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 niggas 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 fuck the bitch 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)

[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 fuck 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 fuck 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 bitch
I don't go nowhere without my ratchet
I'm robbing the bank, yeah, I'm on some fast shit
I leave that boy stank, I leave that boy dead
Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I'm pouring up red, yeah
She say she want X', yeah, she want some Teen X
Me and my bitch be popping them beans still

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