ss Lyrics – Ken Carson

Huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

Promethazine, had the lean, had the codeine
Had the kickstand, yeah, barkin’, yeah, yeah, I’m leanin’
I chop the top off the McLaren, this ain’t no Lamborghini
My white ho got big titties, she remind me of Sydney Sweeney
Sydney Sweeney, Sydney Sweeney
I rock that stick like it’s a purse, yeah, my chopper swinging
Like Sydney Sweeney, my stick have them titties underneath
Like Sydney Sweeney, my b!tch titties big like double D
Emergency, emergency
Shawty just threw it back, she tryna hurt me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, shawty just threw it back, she tryna birth one
But I’m way too rich, yeah, for this b!tch, no, I can’t birth none
My swag way too sick, I need an IV, yeah, yeah
Cs in my pocket, but we throwin’ Bs over here
I got designer habits, I got designer habits, I can’t stop
I was f**kin’ on your b!tch in my Rick Owens socks
I was f**kin’ on your b!tch in my Rick Owens socks
I was f**kin’ on your b!tch in my Rick Owens socks
I was f**kin’ on your b!tch in my Rick Owens socks
My Rick Owens socks, my Rick Owens socks, yeah

I’m off the G6, they don’t know if I’m talkin’ ’bout the pill or the plane
Iced out my mouth, went Alex Moss, I don’t know none ’bout Johnny Dang
I got unlimited jewelry, I put a X on my chain
She got unlimited pu$$y, I’m ’bout to f**k her for hours
Switched up my flow, he can’t keep up, that boy career goin’ sour
Paris Fashion Week, she wanna f**k at the Eiffel Tower
Paris Fashion Week, I’m off the ho, ’bout to get devoured
She say she like my aesthetic, all gas, no brakes, I’m unleaded
If I f**k with you, then we locked in, yeah, we dreaded
She f**kin’ with me, yeah, she rubbin’, yeah, her hand through my dreads
Ain’t repeatin’ sh!t after I speak, b!tch, I mean what I said
I can buy fifteen Richard Mills’, why would I cop a Rolex?