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