Shoulda Listened lyrics

[Intro: Ken Carson]
Yeah, yeah (Loesoe going crazy)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
Everyday I wake up, ayy, in a different mood
Hold on, let me put on my jewels, let me freshen up real quick
Yeah, I'm ’bout to turn my swag on, b*tch
This broke ass hoe can't brag on sh*t
I'm braggin’ on my neck and wrist
Know my sh*t shine, know my sh*t glisten
She want Dior, Dior, Dior, Dior, Dior, but I'm no Christian
Balenciaga mi amor
This morning on me, I just check on my vision
It's Chrome Hearts on my wrist, got n*ggas p*ssed, now his b*tch missin'
Told you I'll take your hoe, I'll f*ck your b*tch, you shoulda listened

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Yeah, you shoulda listened, yeah, b*tch, you shoulda listened
Yеah, lil' b*tch you shoulda listened, yeah, lil' b*tch you shoulda listеned

[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
(Yeah)
Caught her off, I ain’t missin’, bad hoe still trickin'
I know these lil’ n*ggas, they're apprentice
When a broke n*gga drawin' in now, that's the only thing get me offended
sh*t we do everyday, you be flexin’
Know you're bad, not as bad as my exes
If you're talking about money and lessons
Only get to my head if I let it
How much b*tches on me, I regret it
When a n*gga say f*ck it, I meant it
Everything classified like it's netted
And my b*tches they bad with no edits
And your b*tches they came with no edges
Only talk if the money get scented
[Verse 3: Destroy Lonely]
(Yeah, yeah)
Only talk if the money get sent in
I got this badass b*tch and I put her in timeout, call it detention
I'm in the fast ass whip, lil boy, you can't catch up with this
I only rock the clearest diamonds, b*tch, they shine like Christmas
We in this b*tch gettin' way too geeked up, runs, we tryna hit this
I swear I done crossed like every freak hoe off my hitlist
I swear I done every opp n*gga off my hitlist, yeah
I don't got no time for that, yeah, I'm mindin' my business
I only got some time for racks, yeah, I'm mindin' my business
Said I already hit your thot, oh yeah, you shoulda listened
You a b*tch but you say you top dawg, yeah, that don't make no sense man
While you n*ggas be out on Xbox, yeah, we play with them sticks man

[Verse 4: Ken Carson]
We play with them sticks, yeah, ain't talkin' Call of Duty
He say he with the sh*ts, yeah, I told that boy to prove it
Got a new text from your b*tch, yeah, this hoe just sent some news in
Said she wanna suck my di*k, yeah, I said "Okay" and flew her in
One thing about these hoes, they wanna f*ck on the Young Carson Ken
But the b*tch ain't even know, I ain't have no clout, I ain't have no money back then
But now I'm rockin' shows and I'm lit, b*tch, that money in
I'm sh*ttin' on the n*ggas that wasn't f*ckin' with me back then
Now, I got power [?], no ratchet
Yeah, young n*gga talk that bank, yeah
He knock you off for gettin' his stain up
Look how the tables turn when I came up
This same money I'm flexin' can be on your brain, bruh
You n*ggas talk down when you bring my name up
Just know when I see that lil' boy, yeah, it's up