Raver lyrics

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
Spent 10K on my jacket (Spent)
Give a f*ck, lil' b*tch, I'm swaggin' (Yeah)
Give a f*ck, lil' b*tch, I'm braggin' (Yeah)
Give a f*ck 'bout a b*tch, I'm swaggin' (Yeah)
Give a f*ck 'bout a b*tch, I'm braggin', yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These n*ggas don't want no static (Yeah)
These n*ggas don't want no action (Yeah), I swear these n*ggas don't want no smoke (Yeah, yeah-yeah, they don't want no smoke)
That lil' b*tch, she a bop, that lil' b*tch, she a ho (Woah)
She just gave me some top, then she f*cked on my bro (Yeah)
Yeah, she f*ckеd the whole gang, she don't givе a f*ck though (Yeah)
I ain't judgin' her ways, but lil' shawty a ho (Ho)
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah), woah (Woah), woah (Yeah)
Lil' shawty ain't changing her ways for nobody
Ain't talking 'bout murder, she catching them bodies (Yeah)
I call that b*tch up, and she pull up and ride it (Yeah)
And after we f*ck, make her roll my exotic
I can't do nothin' for her 'cause I'm off these narcotics
Got X, got pills, got DMT (Uh)
I'm leanin', I'm off of that codeine (Uh)
Say you love me, baby, gotta show me (Uh)
I'm in love with my drugs, it's my protein (Uh)
Yeah, I can't do sh*t without it
Told that boy, "Shut the f*ck up and just drive"
Ain't no slowin' down when Opium slide (Skrrt)
I just f*ck on that lil' b*tch 'til I'm tired
Then I hit the studio and rap about it (b*tches)
This sh*t for real, these n*ggas cappin' bout it (Yeah)
If I go broke, I'm back trappin' exotic (sh*t)
Pour up a four, pour a eight 'cause I got it (sh*t)
One liter, two liter, I can't decide it (Yeah)
Yeah, you know a young n*gga higher than the pilot
f*ck a mosh pit, I'ma make this ho riot (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, I put that fresh sh*t all on my body
I'm with this thot b*tch, feelin' her body
I got her geeked up all on molly
Yeah, me and my devil ho just went shopping, damn
We keep goin' up, can't stop it
Pourin' up, geeked up all in the lobby
Real lil' vamp', give that ho a Rick coffin (Coffin)
Woah, I face me a blunt, and don't do no coughin'
Woah (Woah), I spend a young n*gga whole check real often (Real deal often)
Oh (Oh), and we put real diamonds all on our crosses (All on our crosses)
Oh (Oh), I just put a double V all on my broad (All on my shawty)
Woah, n*gga can't even catch up, n*gga real, real tired (Real, real tired)
Woah, .45, real heavy metal, yeah, real rockstar (Real rockstar)
Yeah, my shooter, he play with a stick, don't know 'bout guitars (I don't know 'bout guitars)
Yeah, your b*tch, she gon' play with my di*k until it get hard (Until it get hard), yeah (Lonely)

[Verse 3: Ken Carson]
Woah, woah, woah
It was just me and your b*tch, and ain't nobody know
Ain't talkin' O block, I took her to the O
She f*ckin' with me 'cause I ball like a pro
You smoke CBD and you sip on Karo
(Woah)
You act like that n*gga, but your gang sent you to the store
Woah, I'm worth like six figures, but, sh*t, I wanna work some more
Woah, my b*tch nose all white, she been snortin' that coke
Woah, these n*ggas don't wanna fight, these n*ggas don't want no smoke, no
[Bridge: Ken Carson]
You don't want no smoke, boy, you don't want no—
You don't want no smoke, boy, you don't want no—
You don't want no smoke, boy, you don't want no—
You don't want no—, you don't want no—
You don't want no smoke, boy, you don't want smoke, boy
You don't want no smoke, you don't want no smoke, boy
You don't want smoke, boy, you don't want no smoke
You don't want no smoke, you don't want no smoke

[Verse 4: Ken Carson]
I upper echelon my b*tch, that's why your ho on go
My b*tch flex harder than a n*gga on Bowflex and steroids
These n*ggas be broke, boy, you ain't got no check, need to sell your soul
Can't call me back about them four bricks, b*tch, they already sold
Yeah, they already sold
My diamonds, they sit on white gold
Tinted chains on, look like a light show
And these n*ggas be screaming they real, but I know that these n*ggas gon' fold
And my b*tch, she stay down, she been trill, that's why she got Chanel on her toes
I had choices, I come for the mill'
Got some racks, I still put that sh*t on
Got 'em racks, I still put that sh*t on