Fan Behavior lyrics

[Intro]
Yoga Flame

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
You bitin' my swag you might chip a tooth
She off the Grey Goose
I'm countin' this money like leaf-loose
You tryin' too hard boy your swag [?]
Boy Barbie slimeball just like green goo
Pour off on any deuce
I tote an Uzi in my Ksubi jeans
I got a .9 in my (N)ines too
f*ckin' that ho she can't tell the crew
f*ckin' that ho I go tell her friends
I had to Needles my sweatpants, had to get rid of the Vetements
b*tch I be dressin' like dipping ranch
These YSL pants
I might just pull out the Uzi then
Your b*tch come around like a ceiling fan
She suck like [?] like "ooh ken"
I bust in the living room any day
My watch the omnitrix, Ben 10
I am unknown like an alien
I get so high like gradient
I'm spinnin' [?]
We [?] it
I'm a rockstar just like [?]
Stickin' my tongue out just like Kiss
You kissin' that b*tch she been kissin' di*k
I been rocking this Rick and Raf
I been rocking this Raf and Rick
She gonna throw neck for a diamond neck
I will never need a stylist
You looking for drip boy we sellin' it
Bobby wiping your nose like you smelling it
Every time you see me I'm surrounded by them slimeballs
808 the Mob, don't you stop, pus*y you get robbed
Every time you see me I'm with TM I ain't got no friends
Rollin' with no tint, drop-top coupe f*ck a best friend
[Chorus: Ken Carson]
You can holler you can speak but n*gga you don't know me
See me on Twitter and IG but n*gga you don't know me
All on Snap watch my story n*gga you don't me
Yeah you stay right 'cross the street but n*gga you don't know me
You can holler you can speak but n*gga you don't know me
See me on Twitter and IG but n*gga you don't know me
All on Snap watch my story but n*gga you don't know me
Yeah you stay right 'cross the street but n*gga you don't me

[Verse 2: Young Jordan]
We got [?] on our Vans got Supreme on our pants
Skateboard P on my grind but I'm sleep off the Xan's
We rock V's on our backs double G's on our pants
Double C's on our shoes I got a bad b*tch she tan
Uh, sippin' on some LA like a n*gga leave my stance, uh
Ksubi be my jeans that BBC that hold my pants up
Told that n*gga boy you better stop it run your bands up, ooh
Might hit your mans up, ooh, make him stand up, ooh
He want smoke no cancer, uh
Turn to a dancer, ooh
This b*tch and she dancin', uh
Ball and relaxin'
Ride in that Rolls Royce that double R, uh
f*ckin' your b*tch and she want some more, uh
f*ck on your b*tch and c*m a lot, uh uh
I had to double up uh uh
[Chorus: Ken Carson]
You can holler you can speak but n*gga you don't know me
See me on Twitter and IG but n*gga you don't know me
All on Snap watch my story n*gga you don't me
Yeah you stay right 'cross the street but n*gga you don't know me
You can holler you can speak but n*gga you don't know me
See me on Twitter and IG but n*gga you don't know me
All on Snap watch my story but n*gga you don't know me
Yeah you stay right 'cross the street but n*gga you don't me