Letra de Ghoul - Ken Carson

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, fast forward, huh, I can't rewind

Huh, huh, your best whore, huh, couldn't compete with mine

Huh, huh, your best fit, huh, couldn't compete with mine

Huh, huh, this model bitch, say she need the line, she ain't talkin' 'bout drank

I'm in New York, I can make it Harlem Shake

Bitch, I'm top two, not two, no debate

AP, factory diamonds, I bust the face

No evidence, they gon' drop the case

No comparison, these niggas in the way

Money-hungry, you'll do whatever for pape'

In 2015, she'd do whatever for Bape

Try to give you the swag, but you don't got no taste

Get in where you fit in, niggas out of place

I might pull up Benzes, Maybach

Oh, that's your girl? Nigga, we go way back

Cop the Wock' by the cases, it's a twelve-pack

I got court today, I'm rockin' black slacks

I got everything illegal in my backpack

Send that blitz, we gon' sack your quarterback

One-on-one for me, I ordered that

I got hella hoes like I hoarded them

Shawty got a lil' ass, but she super slim

Skinny bitch with a butt, yeah, I'm rootin' for them

It's forever fuck y'all if you ain't rootin' for us

Kid cut your body up, it's cold cut

Niggas squirrels, they be on nuts

It's my world, I live like a simulation

She got Chrome Heart glasses, on Sarah Palin

Rose from the concrete, but I'm not Jalen

I'll ball on a ho, give you eighty-one

Scream out, "Kobe" every time I hit a buck

I work all day, all night, I ain't missin' nothin'

I'm too busy workin', I ain't missin' ya

Thought he was down with the gang, now he bitchin' up

I go shoppin', make songs, it's a ritual

Everything I do intentional

I'ma stand on my words like a lyric be

And my partner done pressin' them fake pills

Just like Puma, yeah, we got that Fenty in

Oh, you claimin' that block? We gon' spin it then

I see fine shit, go from YN to gentleman

That's my old ho, yeah, she spyin', bitch, give it up

Can't pay no attention, no, I can't tend to her

Jewelry, cars, clothes, I'm kitted up

Won by fatality, yeah, I finished him

Hit my fatality, I'm 'bout to finish her

All in her mouth, you could say I'm above the rim

Dunk on your bitch like LeBron, I'm not old as him

She like my odor, she ask what cologne it is

Niggas ain't pop since corona did

I was nineteen with a Glock, COVID, that's a Glock 19, nigga

I don't even wanna do it, huh, I'ma let the team hit her

Fell in love with these drugs, I'm on Percocets and lean, nigga

Can't fall in with her 'cause she a waste of my time, dog

New RIAA, I'm tryna expand my catalogue

I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'

I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'

I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'

I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'

I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'

This the project, I'm not Pat

I serve codeine to be exact

Shop at the store, I'm way past Sak's

OG 1's and a rack, huh

I'm in all black, huh

All black, huh

All black, huh

All black, huh

All black, huh

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