drill shit - ken carson lyrics
[intro: lil uzi vert]
yeah (ooh, yeah)
[chorus: lil uzi vert]
how the f*ck you gon’ tell me that you really with drill sh*t? (how?) you ain’t even drill sh*t (what?)
this bad lil’ thottie tryna feel on my body, she feel on my d*ck it’s the kel*tec (let’s go)
she looked at my pictures, i got the gold t**th, she know when i ain’t even smile yet (huh?)
i pulled up just right to atlanta with three million, n*gga, i ain’t even pile yet (yeah)
i’m from philly, but atlanta comfortable, like both of diamonds, that’s allen iverson (both of my diamonds)
she tryna sit on my d*ck like that sh*t a chair, if my slime look at her ass then i’m gon’ share (slatt)
balenciaga runners, i bought four pair, i came a long way from shoppin’ city gear (no bap)
you ain’t worth sh*t, on your head, put a ten pack
b*tch, i’m a blood, and this b*tch, yeah, she been clapped (p*ssy)
[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
i like the crip p*ssy, that sh*t had been wet
don’t suck my d*ck on your out way, that’s a simplex (p*ssy)
b*tch, that’s your glock, lil’ b*tch, it’s a gen x
b*tch, i’m a lil’ n*gga, carry like ten x (p*ssy)
pushin’ that wock, i wish i ain’t kick in
tried to save that ho like superman, but you kick ass (p*ssy)
i get the money, lil’ b*tch, it’s the reflex
my b*tch f*cked with future, so she used to that rich s*x
material when i’m on, and i eat big checks (i don’t care)
i don’t care if it take three years, i’m gon’ get my l!ck back (let’s go)
she l!cked on my b*lls, but i don’t even l!ck back
so many diamonds, my lower arm, i need my wrist back (ooh)
i can drop my location and they don’t know where i be at
so many bathrooms in my house, i don’t even know where i pee at
b*tch, i’m gassed up and i’m still off the e flat
n*gga got domed, we still double backed for the three tap
[chorus: lil uzi vert]
how the f*ck you gon’ tell me that you really with drill sh*t? (how?) you ain’t even drill sh*t (what?)
this bad lil’ thottie tryna feel on my body, she feel on my d*ck it’s the kel*tec (let’s go)
she looked at my pictures, i got the gold t**th, she know when i ain’t even smile yet (huh?)
i pulled up just right to atlanta with three million, n*gga, i ain’t even pile yet (yeah)
i’m from philly, but atlanta comfortable, like both of diamonds, that’s allen iverson (both of my diamonds)
she tryna sit on my d*ck like that sh*t a chair, if my slime look at her ass then i’m gon’ share (slatt)
balenciaga runners, i bought four pair, i came a long way from shoppin’ city gear (no bap)
you ain’t worth sh*t, on your head, put a ten pack
b*tch, i’m a blood, and this b*tch, yeah, she been clapped (p*ssy)
[verse 2: ken carson]
huh*huh*huh, he can get hit, yeah, right with this 10 here
i f*cked that bih’, yeah, right off the ten pills
percocet, yeah, she know how this sh*t feel
my n*ggas spin again like ferris wheel, 380 right on my boot, woo
stick right in my coat, woah, i’m poppin’ k in the loose
my young n*ggas spinnin’ your candle light, they don’t give a d*mn ’bout you
i put that b*tch on a flight, and i told her she might see me, if i want her too
i can get an opp dropped any time of the day, tell me what you want
she gon’ give that p*ssy right, yeah, away, ’cause she vulnerable
rick owens boots with the fur, these not for her, these not no marni shoes
i’m good everywhere i go, yeah, b*tch, i’m way too bool
i get fresh everyday, ayy, like i’m ’bout to go to school
hop out the gtr, yeah, my lil’ b*tch say, “ni hao”
b*tch, i’m havin’ more spots than a f*ckin’ cow
i rolled a blunt and poured a four, huh, i’m off the x right now
[chorus: lil uzi vert]
how the f*ck you gon’ tell me that you really with drill sh*t? (how?) you ain’t even drill sh*t (what?)
this bad lil’ thottie tryna feel on my body, she feel on my d*ck it’s the kel*tec (let’s go)
she looked at my pictures, i got the gold t**th, she know when i ain’t even smile yet (huh?)
i pulled up just right to atlanta with three million, n*gga, i ain’t even pile yet (yeah)
i’m from philly, but atlanta comfortable, like both of diamonds, that’s allen iverson (both of my diamonds)
she tryna sit on my d*ck like that sh*t a chair, if my slime look at her ass then i’m gon’ share (slatt)
balenciaga runners, i bought four pair, i came a long way from shoppin’ city gear (no bap)
you ain’t worth sh*t, on your head, put a ten pack
b*tch, i’m a blood, and this b*tch, yeah, she been clapped (p*ssy)
[outro: lil uzi vert]
p*ssy
p*ssy
p*ssy
slatt
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