Should’ve Listened lyrics

[Intro: Ken Car$on]
Yeah
Yeah (Loesoe going crazy)
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ken Car$on]
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, but I'm no Christian
Balenciaga all on me on, this Marni on me, I just turned up my vision
This Chrome Hearts on my wrist got n*ggas p*ssed, now his b*tch missing
Told you, I'll take your ho, I'll f*ck your b*tch, you should've listened
Yeah, you should've listened
Yeah, b*tch, you should'vе listened
Yeah, lil' b*tch, you should'vе listened
Yeah, lil' b*tch, you should've listened

[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, cut her off, I ain't missing
Bad ho still tricking, I know these lil' n*ggas, they impressed
When a broke n*gga try my name now, that's the only thing get me offended
sh*t we do everyday, you be flexing
Know your baddest not bad as my exes
If you talkin' 'bout money in lessons
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 it's Ned, yeah
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 if the money get sent in
I got this bad ass b*tch and I put her on timeout, call it detention
I'm in that fast-ass 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, bruh, is you tryna hit this?
I swear I done crossed like every freak ho off my hitlist
I swear I done crossed every opp n*gga off my hitlist, yeah
I ain't got no time for that, yeah, I'm minding my business
I only got some time for racks, yeah, I'm minding my business
Said I already hit your thot there, yeah, you should've listened
Lil' b*tch, but you say you a top dog, yeah, that don't make no sense, man
While these n*ggas be all on Xbox, yeah, we play with them sticks, man
[Verse 4: Ken Car$on]
We play with them sticks, yeah, I ain't talkin' Call of Duty
He say he with the sh*ts, yeah, I told that boy to prove it
Got a new text from your b*tch, yeah, this ho just sent some nudes in
She said she wanna suck my di*k, yeah, I said, "Okay," and flew her in
When I think about these hoes, they wanna f*ck on the young Car$on Ken
Hit your b*tch, she didn't even know, and you're gon' cry, and you're gon' let her in
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 by the hour, ain't talkin' no ranger
A young n*gga totin' that banger, he not cap, he get his stain up
Look how the tables turned, when I came up
b*tch, the money I'm flexin' can't be on your brain, bro
These n*ggas talk down when they bringin' my name up
Just know when I see that lil' boy, yeah, it's up!