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Ken Carson - Wockstar Lyrics

[Intro: Ken Carson]
Yeah
I started with a pint of Wock', then I moved over to that red
My boy don't do the body shots, he shooting them shits at your head
After I spin your block I'm tearing out, after I spin your block, everybody dead

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
I ain't talking snow, I'ma slide like a sled
Say that's your ho, 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 ho whitе, she gave me Bеcky
Just for the night, just for a second
You'll 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, yeah
Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I'm pouring up red, yeah
She say she want X, yeah, she want some Teen X
Yeah, me and my bitch be popping them beans still

[Verse: Offset]
Stay flexing, I'm blessed (Woo)
Put them ice cubes on my necklace (Hey)
Geeked up, living young and we reckless (Go)
Told her, "Fuck me", I told her, "Don't text me" (Phew, phew, phew)
That's rude
It's okay, but I give you some blues (It's cool)
She give head if she look, if she choose
Hit him, no evidence, nobody knew (Shh)
Tiptoe when I move (Tiptoe)
Tiptoe, take off the red bottom shoes (Take it off)
We like to win, we don't lose, uh
Fucking on twins, I'm confused (Smash)
Who was who?
But I go up like three, two, one (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 shootin' it first? (Who?)
I need some water, I'm on two Percs' (Percs')
Waves, waves, we let niggas surf (Waves)
I seen the way that he sound in his verse
Gave him the flow, and the game was cursed (Hey)
Born with the drip, I ain't ever rehearse
I fuck the bitch if it's just for a purse (Smash)
And mainly, I'm getting two-fifty a verse (It's crazy)
Blood on the shirt, now you rocking his merch (Woo)
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)
[Chorus: Ken Carson]
I ain't talking snow, I'ma slide like a sled
Say that's your ho, 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 ho 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, yeah
Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I'm pouring up red, yeah
She say she want X, yeah, she want some Teen X
Yeah, me and my bitch be popping them beans still