Destroy Lonely & Ken Carson - Raver
[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
Spent 10K on my jacket (Spent)
Give a fuck, lil' bitch, I'm swaggin' (Yeah)
Give a fuck, lil' bitch, I'm braggin' (Yeah)
Give a fuck 'bout a bitch, I'm swaggin' (Yeah)
Give a fuck 'bout a bitch, I'm braggin', yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These niggas don't want no static (Yeah)
These niggas don't want no action (Yeah), I swear these niggas don't want no smoke (Yeah, yeah-yeah, they don't want no smoke)
That lil' bitch, she a bop, that lil' bitch, she a ho (Woah)
She just gave me some top, then she fucked on my bro (Yeah)
Yeah, she fuckеd the whole gang, she don't givе a fuck though (Yeah)
I ain't judgin' her ways, but lil' shawty a ho (Ho)
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah), woah (Woah), woah (Yeah)
Lil' shawty ain't changing her ways for nobody
Ain't talking 'bout murder, she catching them bodies (Yeah)
I call that bitch up, and she pull up and ride it (Yeah)
And after we fuck, make her roll my exotic
I can't do nothin' for her 'cause I'm off these narcotics
Got X, got pills, got DMT (Uh)
I'm leanin', I'm off of that codeine (Uh)
Say you love me, baby, gotta show me (Uh)
I'm in love with my drugs, it's my protein (Uh)
Yeah, I can't do shit without it
Told that boy, "Shut the fuck up and just drive"
Ain't no slowin' down when Opium slide (Skrrt)
I just fuck on that lil' bitch 'til I'm tired
Then I hit the studio and rap about it (Bitches)
This shit for real, these niggas cappin' bout it (Yeah)
If I go broke, I'm back trappin' exotic (Shit)
Pour up a four, pour a eight 'cause I got it (Shit)
One liter, two liter, I can't decide it (Yeah)
Yeah, you know a young nigga higher than the pilot
Fuck a mosh pit, I'ma make this ho riot (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, I put that fresh shit all on my body
I'm with this thot bitch, feelin' her body
I got her geeked up all on molly
Yeah, me and my devil ho just went shopping, damn
We keep goin' up, can't stop it
Pourin' up, geeked up all in the lobby
Real lil' vamp', give that ho a Rick coffin (Coffin)
Woah, I face me a blunt, and don't do no coughin'
Woah (Woah), I spend a young nigga whole check real often (Real deal often)
Oh (Oh), and we put real diamonds all on our crosses (All on our crosses)
Oh (Oh), I just put a double V all on my broad (All on my shawty)
Woah, nigga can't even catch up, nigga real, real tired (Real, real tired)
Woah, .45, real heavy metal, yeah, real rockstar (Real rockstar)
Yeah, my shooter, he play with a stick, don't know 'bout guitars (I don't know 'bout guitars)
Yeah, your bitch, she gon' play with my dick until it get hard (Until it get hard), yeah (Lonely)
[Verse 3: Ken Carson]
Woah, woah, woah
It was just me and your bitch, and ain't nobody know
Ain't talkin' O block, I took her to the O
She fuckin' with me 'cause I ball like a pro
You smoke CBD and you sip on Karo
(Woah)
You act like that nigga, but your gang sent you to the store
Woah, I'm worth like six figures, but, shit, I wanna work some more
Woah, my bitch nose all white, she been snortin' that coke
Woah, these niggas don't wanna fight, these niggas don't want no smoke, no
[Bridge: Ken Carson]
You don't want no smoke, boy, you don't want no—
You don't want no smoke, boy, you don't want no—
You don't want no smoke, boy, you don't want no—
You don't want no—, you don't want no—
You don't want no smoke, boy, you don't want smoke, boy
You don't want no smoke, you don't want no smoke, boy
You don't want smoke, boy, you don't want no smoke
You don't want no smoke, you don't want no smoke
[Verse 4: Ken Carson]
I upper echelon my bitch, that's why your ho on go
My bitch flex harder than a nigga on Bowflex and steroids
These niggas be broke, boy, you ain't got no check, need to sell your soul
Can't call me back about them four bricks, bitch, they already sold
Yeah, they already sold
My diamonds, they sit on white gold
Tinted chains on, look like a light show
And these niggas be screaming they real, but I know that these niggas gon' fold
And my bitch, she stay down, she been trill, that's why she got Chanel on her toes
I had choices, I come for the mill'
Got some racks, I still put that shit on
Got 'em racks, I still put that shit on
Spent 10K on my jacket (Spent)
Give a fuck, lil' bitch, I'm swaggin' (Yeah)
Give a fuck, lil' bitch, I'm braggin' (Yeah)
Give a fuck 'bout a bitch, I'm swaggin' (Yeah)
Give a fuck 'bout a bitch, I'm braggin', yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These niggas don't want no static (Yeah)
These niggas don't want no action (Yeah), I swear these niggas don't want no smoke (Yeah, yeah-yeah, they don't want no smoke)
That lil' bitch, she a bop, that lil' bitch, she a ho (Woah)
She just gave me some top, then she fucked on my bro (Yeah)
Yeah, she fuckеd the whole gang, she don't givе a fuck though (Yeah)
I ain't judgin' her ways, but lil' shawty a ho (Ho)
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah), woah (Woah), woah (Yeah)
Lil' shawty ain't changing her ways for nobody
Ain't talking 'bout murder, she catching them bodies (Yeah)
I call that bitch up, and she pull up and ride it (Yeah)
And after we fuck, make her roll my exotic
I can't do nothin' for her 'cause I'm off these narcotics
Got X, got pills, got DMT (Uh)
I'm leanin', I'm off of that codeine (Uh)
Say you love me, baby, gotta show me (Uh)
I'm in love with my drugs, it's my protein (Uh)
Yeah, I can't do shit without it
Told that boy, "Shut the fuck up and just drive"
Ain't no slowin' down when Opium slide (Skrrt)
I just fuck on that lil' bitch 'til I'm tired
Then I hit the studio and rap about it (Bitches)
This shit for real, these niggas cappin' bout it (Yeah)
If I go broke, I'm back trappin' exotic (Shit)
Pour up a four, pour a eight 'cause I got it (Shit)
One liter, two liter, I can't decide it (Yeah)
Yeah, you know a young nigga higher than the pilot
Fuck a mosh pit, I'ma make this ho riot (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, I put that fresh shit all on my body
I'm with this thot bitch, feelin' her body
I got her geeked up all on molly
Yeah, me and my devil ho just went shopping, damn
We keep goin' up, can't stop it
Pourin' up, geeked up all in the lobby
Real lil' vamp', give that ho a Rick coffin (Coffin)
Woah, I face me a blunt, and don't do no coughin'
Woah (Woah), I spend a young nigga whole check real often (Real deal often)
Oh (Oh), and we put real diamonds all on our crosses (All on our crosses)
Oh (Oh), I just put a double V all on my broad (All on my shawty)
Woah, nigga can't even catch up, nigga real, real tired (Real, real tired)
Woah, .45, real heavy metal, yeah, real rockstar (Real rockstar)
Yeah, my shooter, he play with a stick, don't know 'bout guitars (I don't know 'bout guitars)
Yeah, your bitch, she gon' play with my dick until it get hard (Until it get hard), yeah (Lonely)
[Verse 3: Ken Carson]
Woah, woah, woah
It was just me and your bitch, and ain't nobody know
Ain't talkin' O block, I took her to the O
She fuckin' with me 'cause I ball like a pro
You smoke CBD and you sip on Karo
(Woah)
You act like that nigga, but your gang sent you to the store
Woah, I'm worth like six figures, but, shit, I wanna work some more
Woah, my bitch nose all white, she been snortin' that coke
Woah, these niggas don't wanna fight, these niggas don't want no smoke, no
[Bridge: Ken Carson]
You don't want no smoke, boy, you don't want no—
You don't want no smoke, boy, you don't want no—
You don't want no smoke, boy, you don't want no—
You don't want no—, you don't want no—
You don't want no smoke, boy, you don't want smoke, boy
You don't want no smoke, you don't want no smoke, boy
You don't want smoke, boy, you don't want no smoke
You don't want no smoke, you don't want no smoke
[Verse 4: Ken Carson]
I upper echelon my bitch, that's why your ho on go
My bitch flex harder than a nigga on Bowflex and steroids
These niggas be broke, boy, you ain't got no check, need to sell your soul
Can't call me back about them four bricks, bitch, they already sold
Yeah, they already sold
My diamonds, they sit on white gold
Tinted chains on, look like a light show
And these niggas be screaming they real, but I know that these niggas gon' fold
And my bitch, she stay down, she been trill, that's why she got Chanel on her toes
I had choices, I come for the mill'
Got some racks, I still put that shit on
Got 'em racks, I still put that shit on
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