Shoulda Listened (X TWO THREE) lyrics

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

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
Yeah, Everyday I wake up ay, in a different mood
Hold on let me put on my jewels
Let me freshen up real quick
Yeah, I’m bouta 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, but I’m no Christian
Balenciaga all on me (ah), this marni on me, I just turned on my vision
This chrome hearts on my wrist got n*ggas p*ssed, now his b*tch missin’
Told you I take your hoe, I f*ck your b*tch, you shoulda’ listened
Yeah, you shoulda’ listened, yeah, b*tch you shoulda’ listened
Yeah, lil b*tch you shoulda’ listened, yeah, lil b*tch you shoulda’ listened

[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, cut her off I ain’t miss her, aye
Bad hoes still trickin, I know these lil n*ggas they imprinters
When a broke n*gga turn my name down thats the only thing get me offended
sh*t we do every day we be flexin
No, your baddest, not as bad as my exes
If you talk about money it lasts
Only get to my head if I let it
How much b*tches on me I regret it
When a n*gga said “f*ck it” I meant it
Everything classified like its 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 sent in
[Verse 3: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah
Only talk when the money gets sent in
I got this bad ass b*tch and I put her on timeout, call it detention
I’m in this fast as whip lil boy, you can't even catch up with this
I only rock the clearest diamonds b*tch they shine like Christmas
We in this b*tch getting way too geeked up where was you tryna hit this
I swear I done crossed like every freak hoe off my hit list
I swear I done crossed every opp n*gga off my hit list
Yeah, I ain’t got no time for that yeah, mindin’ my business
Only got some time for racks yeah, mindin’ my business
Said I already hit your thot dawg yeah, you should have listened
Lil b*tch what you say you top dog yeah? That don’t make no sense man
Why you n*ggas be out on X-Box yeah we play with them sticks man

[Verse 4: Ken Carson]
We playing with them sticks yeah I ain't talkin Call of Duty
He say he with the sh*ts yeah told that boy to prove it
Got a new text from your b*tch yeah this hoe just sent some nudes in
Said she wanna suck my di*k yeah I said “okay” then flew her in
One thing about these hoes they wanna f*ck on a young Carson Ken
With your b*tch she don’t even know
I ain’t had no clout I ain’t had no money back then
But now I’m rocking shows and I’m lit, b*tch that money in
I’m sh*ttin’ on the n*ggas that weren’t f*cking with me back then
Now i got power by the hour I ain’t talkin no ranger
A young n*gga toting that banger
Yeah, knock you out and getting you stained up
Look how our tables turned when I came up
They said money, I’m flexing can’t be on your brain bro
These n*ggas talk down when they bringing my name up
Just know when I see that lil boy yeah, it’s up