Freestyle 1 Lyrics – Ken Carson
(Neilaworld)
(Oh my God, he on X Games mode)
All you do is lose, you come in last, I come in first
All she want me to do is make her laugh and take off her shirt
When I *** my ***, I don’t even make her take off her skirt
‘Cause when we *** and split, yeah, she know I’ma make her *** first
If you ain’t talkin money, lil’ boy, I don’t wanna converse
And before I do anything, I roll up a blunt and pour some syrup
And when I’m not ***, it’s easy for you to get on my nerves
And if the feds catch me, they gon’ try and put me under the dirt
I got a Glock with a switch and a stick with a shell catcher
If I up it, boy, I swear I won’t miss, I put that on my gang, yessir
I put that on my gang, yessir
I put that on my gang, for sure
And if you want some smoke, if you want some problem, then ***, lil’ ***, let’s go
Huh, I just *** my *** good and rock out my show
I’m on the South side, I got a big nine and a big K to tote
If I wanna get ***, got a whole pint and a whole P to smoke
***, I got more money and more *** than George Jung got blow
And I stay lowkey, but I’m still poppin’ my *** on the low
That Maybach drive itself, I don’t even gotta touch the wheel, that *** just go
And before I got rich, I been poppin’ my *** from head to toe
Swaggin’ *** from head to toe
***’ *** that you know
Huh, let me switch up my flow
I been performing coast to coast
Ridin’ in a Rolls-Royce, yeah, this a Ghost
I celebrate every day, yeah, make a toast
I be flexin’ every day, yeah, still don’t post it
She said you lowkey and she love how I stroke it
Racks stuffed in my jeans, it’s hard for her to stay focused
She said she love me, but I already noticed
She want double C, I bought that lil’ *** a Coach
All I see is me ’cause I know all these hoes on go
I’m stiff on everybody, I’m not easy to approach
And I’m pullin’ up ’bout it, I up that stick if I don’t know you
Wet your whole gang up like water, yeah, this stick a Super Soaker
Hit him in his leg, made him do the Hokey Pokey
I hit her from the back, this *** can’t do nothin’ but fold up
I told this *** I lied, she believed everything I told her
I told that *** I got six wives and she ain’t give no ***
She just wanna live it up
Yeah, she just wanna go shoppin’ and go on a lil’ date
Huh, she just wanna get laid, yeah
I just wanna get paid, yeah
Designer my shades, yeah
Designer my fit
Diamonds all white like grits
I was down bad on my ***
I ain’t have nothin’, ***, I ain’t have ***
Now I’m gettin’ money, yeah, yeah, I’m the ***, uh
You ain’t gettin’ nothin’, yeah, yeah, you ain’t ***, uh
You ain’t got no money, but you worried ’bout that ***, huh
If you ain’t got no ***, why you all on my ***?
I been puttin’ in too much time, too much work for this ***
And I ain’t never in my feelings, I don’t never gotta vent
All you do is lose, you come in last, I come in first (Yeah)
All she want me to do is make her laugh and take off her shirt
When I *** my ***, I don’t even make her take off her skirt
‘Cause when we *** and split, yeah, she know I’ma make her *** first
If you ain’t talkin money, lil’ boy, I don’t wanna converse
And before I do anything, I roll up a blunt and pour some syrup
And when I’m not ***, it’s easy for you to get on my nerves
And if the feds catch me, they gon’ try and put me under the dirt