Freestyle 2

Ken Carson

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    Yeah, I put that ho in Prada, and after, I made her holler
    And my bro took off your mans, I heard that was your top shotter
    I got Vetements on my pants and my shirt Balenciaga
    Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
    My swag came a long way, I was rockin' nada
    I don't give a fuck 'bout what a ho say, these hoes not my problem
    Sent a hundred shots out that Rolls, ayy, them 7.62s got him
    Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

    Them 7.62s hit his body, made him Harlem Shake
    I get to that bag, to that cake, you procrastinate
    Now she wanna fuck with me now, but she pulled up too late
    When I send my boy a opp to drop, he be so fascinated
    Fuck the D. A., they ain't got no evidence, they closed they case
    If a nigga thinkin' this shit sweet, he get shot in his face

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    I got Glock 19s, ARPs, I got hella K's
    I been serving codeine to these fiends, yeah, they sippin' drank
    5K a PT, what you mean? Bitch, that's no debate
    I been countin' blues, countin' green like it's Earth Day
    And the nigga think he me, but he not me on my worst day
    I just spent your rent on my motherfuckin' shirt
    These niggas think we playin', hell nah, this ain't Nerf
    Pull up to a nigga land, pull up to his turf
    Pull up with that MAC-10, pull up, go berserk
    I been off that X again, I feel it in my nerves
    Now she wanna fuck with Ken, that lil' bitch get curved
    My lil' bitch, she not a ten, she a 130
    And I withdraw all the money that was at the bank, bitch, that's word
    I got Wockhardt in my system, that's why my words slurred
    They was so surprised when they killed him, but that boy was chirpin' like a bird
    Nigga, I'm the shit like a turd, but my shit smell like cologne
    I fuck her face, yeah, I fuck her makeup up, then I send that bitch home
    You don't wanna race, yeah, this an SRT with a Redeye package on it
    You don't want no smoke, bitch, FN Five-seveN shoot a nigga in his dome

    Hit that boy in his chest, hit his heart, now it's chrome
    Huh, I told that pussy nigga: Yeah, leave me alone, huh, huh
    Shouldn't have fucked with a member, huh
    You shouldn't have fucked with the gang, huh
    You shouldn't have fucked with the X-M-A-N, yeah, X-Man
    And all my niggas masked up, yeah, yeah, yeah, just like Bane
    And all my niggas in control of this shit, yeah, like a game
    Opium

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    Composition: Ken Carson and Gabriel Rousseau

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