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Ken Carson Dismantled

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
I ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, do this shit for my fam', yeah
If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled
[Verse]
Yeah, can't be canceled, yeah, can't be f..cked with
Saw Lil Wayne at the Balenciaga show, used to rock the Trukfit
Before wе take it to the next lеvel, baby girl, tell me who you f..ck with?
Yeah, who you f..ck with? Yeah
I ain't f..ckin' with these hoes, I'm tryna get that bank
I'm tryna cop a calm crib, yeah, with a gate
I live a fast life with no brakes
Supercharged, all-wheel drive
No, I can't f..ck with these bitches, they gon' say that I like lyin'
Yeah, I'm a stand up guy, ain't standin' down for nobody
If you havin' animosity, Ken Carson f..cked your bitch, prolly
My bitch, yeah, so-so godly, she the only proof of God
She rock tree camouflage, you thought you was smooth, huh?
Thought you was at home, in your close friends, you in Aruba
You ain't him on the internet, I know them not just rumors
No feelings, yeah, I lost my heart on a shroom trip
Love bombin', yeah, I got you flowers and expensive gifts
Had another bitch in a Uber, so I had to send you a Lyft
I knew her way before I knew ya, you late to the party
Give a f..ck 'bout these hoes, I'm getting money regardless
Never bite the hand that feed you, yeah, don't get me started

[Chorus]
Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, do shit for my fam', yeah
If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her
Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle
Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled


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