addiction - Ken Carson

Woah, woah
I got somethin' for these niggas (Woah)
I got somethin' for these hoes (Woah)
Fuck the internet, I know my pole never see a troll (Woah, woah)
Beatin' out her back, you would've thought this lil' bitch stole (Woah)
Princess cut, white gold (Woah)
His diamonds not shinin' (Woah)
My whole chain hit harder than yours, you need to check them diamonds (Woah)
Neck on froze, every time I walk in the room, I switch the climate (Woah)
Lost my mind, I don't know where to start, lookin' to find it (Woah)
Dye my dreads, iconic (Woah)
She don't tie my shoes, she shinin' (Woah, woah)
Wake up, knock off her bonnet (Woah)
She a freak, want morning sex (Woah)
Money freak, I want more of the checks (Woah)
Money geek, I been sendin' you bands (Woah, woah)
This one chain costs his advance (Woah)
Take his chain, Armstrong, Lance (Woah)
Now I'm jiggin', I don't dance (Woah)
Fuck the clothes, tryna own land (Woah)
Fuck these hoes, tryna stay focused (Woah)
She a flower bomb, yellow lotus (Woah)
Alien, I'm Paul, no Logan (Woah)
But I stay with twin like Jake (Woah)
These niggas keep rappin' 'bout Dracs (Woah)
I'm pushin' up with .308s (Woah)
Glock .40 in my shirt and my waist (Woah)
I fuck with that bitch, she got taste (Woah)
She know that I'm up, so she glazin' (Woah)
She don't know that I stay in danger (Woah)
Head cool, but her pussy amazing (Woah)
Head cool, but her pussy the one (Woah)
Already had to kick 'em out the spot, them bitches wasn't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Woah)
I'm makin' her roll up my blunt (Woah)
Can't kick it, no, you cannot punt (Woah)
No Yves, this Saint Laurent (Woah)
Got paper and rollin' a blunt (Woah)
Bend it over, I spit on her cunt (Woah)
Would've thought I was lickin' a blunt (Woah)
Tom Cruise, I do my own stunts (Woah)
YVL, yeah, this how I flaunt

(Wake up, F1LTHY)
(Yeah)
She said she wanna fuck a rockstar, yeah
Say it so, these niggas not hard, yeah
Tell me more, we came way too far, yeah
She like Xans and coke, girl, tell me, where you get this addiction? (Yeah)
Tell me, what's the problem? Is it somethin' I'm missin'? (Yeah)
I swear I'm so done with these same bitches (Yeah)
She talk behind her friend back, that be them mean bitches
And she won't talk to ya if you ain't got no mean wrist
You gotta have a mil' and she can't even spot a real Richard (Yeah)
Rolex Presidential, iced out, this bitch on blizzard
Nah, I'd cut ya off before I ever compensate with ya
Chrome Heart, Chuck Taylors, I don't wanna converse with ya
10K for the Rick Owen blazer
And we bomb shit like Al-Qaeda (Yeah)
Can't see me on your radar (Yeah)
Give a fuck, I'd never date her (Yeah)
This shit comin' in, add it up, where your calculator?
GTLE Benz, stick on me, yeah, that's how I spin
Guard up, I can't let you love, I can't let you in (Yeah)
I can't let a bitch let me down, no, not again (Yeah)
Fuck, say my life a movie scene, tell me, are you in?
I'm the one who put that CDG on your cardigan (Yeah)
I'm the one who put them ra-ra-racks in your purse (Yeah)
And I'm in this bitch with 1visionz, told me every time he gon' tax for the work (For the work)
And I'm in this bitch with Opm Babi, told me I was gon' go up first (Yeah)
I'm in this bitch with Isaac, I got Actual Hate on my shirt (Yeah)
I'm in this bitch with Moon, he a producer, engineer, and DJ (Yeah)
He wanna be the groom, his bride got Ken Carson on replay (Yeah)
I drop annual, I run this shit up, yeah, like relay (Relay)
424, leather jeans look like denim, racks stuffed in 'em
Saw that car in his video, woah, I know it's rental
And I ain't even mean to hit your ho, woah, it's accidental
I can call her back whenever I want, woah, this shit mental
I made so many M's poppin' my shit on instrumental
I made so many M's, my mom and sister straight, yeah, forever
I told you if fuckin' with hoes was a sport, I'd have a gold medal
And I told you before, these hoes—