Ken Carson, Playboi Carti deaf note

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch, this the xperiment Cover my ears when you talk, I ain't hearin' it And I cover up my ears when you talk, I ain't hearin' it And I cover up my ears when you talk, girl, I ain't hearin' it As long as I got that yop stick, I ain't fearin' shit As long as I got my chopstick, I'm gon' use 'em like a Asian Black bitch say she mixed, what? Yeah, she Blasian Kick in your door, woah, woah, we brought them K's in Shawty on go, pass to bro, yeah, I'm not You not celibate, put that on everything you got You not celibate, put that on everything you got Bitch, you not celibate, put that on everything you got Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah 5 take a trap, fourth of Sprite, then remix it (What the fuck?) Pourin' up the drank every day, you not consistent (What the fuck?) I pour up that drank every day, niggas not consistent (What? What the fuck?) I pour up that drank every day (What the fuck? Yeah, yeah) Throw it in the air, hundreds (Yeah), I'ma make her dance for money (Yeah) She suck the dick, got her crashin' out They don't know what she doin', she just pass it out (Yeah) You can't leave red-handed, I still run over them hoes you be askin' 'bout (Yeah) Too much shit in my crib, can't fit it in a safe, where the fuck I'ma stash the guap? (Yeah) Too much shit in my crib, he still stashin' out the shoebox (Yeah) Everywhere I go, it's all eyes on me, like I'm Tupac (Yeah) I'm xperiment, but your ho gon' flock when cartunez drop (Yeah) Can't beef on the internet, these niggas cartoon opps (Yeah) Told the bitch, "I ain't into that, " you can leave that to your other nigga (Yeah) I ain't stressin' 'bout the pussy, I want figures (Yeah) Front page magazine, you can get your issue (Yeah) I'll send you my location before I hit ya Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (What the fuck?) Yeah, yeah (What the fuck?) Yeah, yeah Uh, four in the drank, I'ma pass out Ride with the dually, my cash– uh Ridin' in the dually, my cash out Uh, hit that– uh, hit that jackpot Come in your spot like, yeah, huh My young nigga with me, he mad hot Something 'bout me, pop out mad bosses Still goin' crazy, I ain't worried about it Still goin' crazy, we ain't worried about it, still goin' crazy, we ain't worried Still goin' crazy, we ain't worried, still goin' crazy, we ain't worried Still goin' crazy, still goin' crazy, still goin' crazy, we ain't worried Bitch, I'm fly like a bird (Yeah), I just gave him a 9 (Why?) All of my bitches, they with me, uh, I'm 'bout to have a ménage (Fire) Put 'em on the news Put a lot of hoes on news real quick, I'm talkin' 'bout, "Ooh" (Yeah, yeah) All these hoes, they pussy, they don't know what to do YVL my set, yeah, trim set, you know this shit forever My diamonds, yeah, Eliantte, baguette, baguette (Yeah) I roll with 5's, yeah, more B's on my neck (Woah) Serena, Venus, play with them racks, I'm on your neck I can't get played, poppin' my shit with no regrets Major league, Celine my jeans, I'm a vet' I was born to bleed, y'all niggas pussy, ah, yeah What you see in me? Bitch, I'm a hustler, I don't care (Wow) Pussy, money, weed, we havin' tons of it over here It's a murder, G, they'll have to kill me, put me in the chair Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (What the fuck?) Yeah, yeah (What the fuck?) Yeah, yeah