BLOWER

[Intro: Ken Carson] YSL, YVL, this shit get coming out [Chorus: Ken Carson] Big Goyard bag, told 'em, "I'm in this bitch with Lil Gotit" I'm on the south with a blower, tattoos on my body Freak bitch out of Follies, I got freak hoes in Magic City They just gave my dog a elbow before he could finish his sentence That's a G6, not an Altoid, I take the pills and candy and mix Met that bitch at the video shoot and now I'm fucking on a vixen I spilled codeine on my Rickies, I put a ho in Balenciaga Niggas stab me in my back and got mad when I shot 'em [Verse 1: Lil Gotit] Baby bottle, filled with lean, sipping this drink, I ain't no toddler G6, these Percocets, keep a script on me, no doctor (Hold on) Hold that bankroll just like Spritz So high up in this Bentley, keep a fully, windows tinted He hanging 'round my neck, but I ain't seen Pope up in a minute Baby should know that I'm trimm Went Chrome Hearts mask, I'm trimm Let 'em hop out with cutters and trimm Let a robber come dread by Kim He ain't turnt, his lights dim High price and they know it's them [Verse 2: Ken Carson] High price, I'm poppin' tags Can't trip 'bout hoes I had Crystal ball, I see the future, fuck the past He thought it was crystal meth, huh, served him glass Them niggas penny-pinching, yeah, I'ma serve 'em last Spend them racks straight out the pocket, ain't even touch the stash My bitch so hot if you come 'round you get a heat rash I hit the box, get a ray gun, yeah, watch this heat blast Ain't know he was that fast, bitch, I'm opp hunting [Verse 3: Lil Gotit] I told Lil BK, "Cuff the Glock," 'cause he gon' stop somethin' They keep on talking 'bout some bodies, went and dropped one With Spider in that Aventador, we went to drop one From the trenches, get to trippin', I'm on hella lean Copped that bitch a Kelly bag, this ain't no Celine Just a Southside nigga with a blick and a dream Work a nigga out, six-pack him, let him hustle Want a Lincoln with these Peters, got another one [Verse 4: Ken Carson] My new bitch trippin', I'm 'bout to go fuck on my old one Catchin' and chasin' and breakin' hearts, yeah, that's how I live You still crack the lines, ain't ever cracked a seal You still underground rapping, ain't ever cracked a deal All these hoes get cracked Boy, you walking on eggshells Paranoid, I grab my fire even when I check the mail I flew your bitch right to the sky and she wanna parasail She wanna go hunting for a yacht, we can do that as well [Verse 5: Lil Gotit] Yeah, we can do that as well I grant this bitch a blessing like a wishing well I smacked that shit right now, I can't kiss and tell My brother caught his knife, switches in the jail I'm sipping, woah, she give me pink tails These niggas, yeah, they pussy, I hit it on the nose I woke up, I seen stars, I was in a Rolls I pulled up in a foreign, suicide doors [Chorus: Ken Carson] Big Goyard bag, told 'em, "I'm in this bitch with Lil Gotit" I'm on the south with a blower, tattoos on my body Freak bitch out of Follies, I got freak hoes in Magic City They just gave my dog a elbow before he could finish his sentence That's a G6, not an Altoid, I take the pills and candy and mix Met that bitch at the video shoot and now I'm fucking on a vixen I spilled codeine on my Rickies, I put a ho in Balenciaga Niggas stab me in my back and got mad when I shot 'em