​Nightcore lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Kush smoke in my lungs
Tattoos on my neck and on my arms
I can tell by the way she look, huh, huh, she want some
She ask me what's my name, and then she ask me where I'm from (Yeah)

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm Ken Carson, I'm from Atlanta, I like to pour fours in my Fanta
Ain't got no time for no b*tch, but I f*ck on a ho, and I get back to that money after
Ain't got no time for no b*tch, bae, I just want your throat, if you don't pull up quick, I'ma cancel
These n*ggas constipated, and they know I'm the sh*t, yeah, I need me a Pamper
That boy shirt dirty, throw it in the hamper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib, like a camper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib, if you don't come outside, then I'ma light this b*tch up like a candle
I'm in New York, and I know that these n*ggas ain't shooting sh*t like Julius Randle
If you want smoke, then I'm gettin' the handle
Shawty keep grabbin' my di*k like a handle

[Verse]
My neck and wrist and ears are Hindu
I don't f*ck with you and I don't f*ck with him too
She want me to be her quarterback, huh, and she my center
You weren't even worried 'bout that b*tch 'til I put my di*k in her
I treat these hoes just like a rental
You treat these hoes, huh, to dinner
Upside down cross, I'm a sinner
I'm not perfect
I give her all the time in the world and she worth it
So many n*ggas rode my wave, yeah, they surfed it
And then that tsunami came real urgent
It's just how I talk, baby, I ain't flirtin'
If I don't do nothin', I'ma get them racks for certain
She reachin' for my di*k, I had to close the curtains
All that sneak dissin' sh*t, now that boy in a urn
Stop all that hating sh*t, lil' n*gga, wait your turn
Relax, 'cause when it's your turn, huh, ain't no goin' back
I think it's my turn to hit your ho from the back
She said she love me, I told that b*tch, "I ain't on that"
It's Double O gang, it's Double O gang, yeah, we not a frat
Diamonds on my ring, diamonds on my chain, yeah, VVS
I ain't talkin' 'bout DJ Khaled, but, uh, we the best
I charge a hundred K for my talents, huh, nothin' less
And I just popped this X, and I can feel it in my chest
I can feel it kickin' in, woah, Lionel Messi
She can feel me in her skin, woah, she gettin' stretched
I had money way before a blue check
I had money way before this sh*t
I sing to your b*tch like Jodeci
I sing to your b*tch, like, woah
You dropped and nobody noticed it
I go viral every time I post
I been tourin' coast to coast
I sip drank every time that I smoke, woah
[Pre-Chorus]
Kush smoke in my lungs
Tattoos on my neck and on my arms
I can tell by the way she look, huh, huh, she want some
She ask me what's my name, and then she ask me where I'm from (Yeah)

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm Ken Carson, I'm from Atlanta, I like to pour fours in my Fanta
Ain't got no time for no b*tch, but I f*ck on a ho, and I get back to that money after
Ain't got no time for no b*tch, bae, I just want your throat, if you don't pull up quick, I'ma cancel
These n*ggas constipated, and they know I'm the sh*t, yeah, I need me a Pamper
That boy shirt dirty, throw it in the hamper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib, like a camper
I'm lurkin' outside your crib, if you don't come outside, then I'ma light this b*tch up like a candle
I'm in New York, and I know that these n*ggas ain't shooting sh*t like Julius Randle
If you want smoke, then I'm gettin' the handle (Neilaworld)
Shawty keep grabbin' my di*k like a handle