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K Carbon


[Intro]
C'mon
I sh*t on b*tches, they upset
They be, mm, "Carbon, the f*ck you ain't took off yet?"
(Let the BandPlay)

[Pre-Chorus]
Talkin' down about me, you a fan, hoe (You greazy)
Race car, snatch his ass
I can't name one n*gga that ain't go (I took yo n*gga)
Don't come at me about my n*gga
I get tender 'bout my hoe (I'll beat yo ass)
He think that two can't play that game
n*gga, we gon' change roles (We gon' change)

[Chorus]
b*tches still mad, b*tches still p*ssed (Na naa)
I'm in expensive diamonds and I'm still rich (Rich)
No mileage, this a new whip
Eatin' good, ass phat
Walk wit a switch (Walkin' wit it, wobble wit it)

[Verse]
How you mad yo baby daddy
Wanna trick on me? (f*ck?)
How you mad I got iced up and got a lick on me?
(b*tch, I'm icyy)
How you mad I dog a n*gga
With no sympathy? (Not at all)
He mad 'cuz I match energy
And can't no n*gga deal wit me (Can't deal wit me)

Head to toe dripped in some sh*t from Italy (This sh*t from France)
But, we in Bal Harbour Neiman Marcus
So, not literally

Tell me how a broke b*tch mad?
Please, riddle me (How you mad?)
They know they can't f*ck wit me and I'm just speakin' generally

[Bridge]
I sh*t on b*tches, they upset (Na naa)
They like, "Carbon, why the f*ck you ain't took off yet?" (The f*ck?)
Before a deal, I was already in Baguettes (I'm icy)
And reach forward
Let this drac' snap on a hoe head like a bar-rette (Dumbass hoe)

[Verse]
I told him that I'm terrible
But I don't think that he get it checked
(I don't think that he get it)
'Til I show that n*gga
And he take my dog ass to the vet (To the vet)
I'm only goin' head-up wit this ice around my f*ckin' neck
(This ice)
So quick to cut a n*gga off
I'm quick to leave his ass on read (b*tches nice)
This is not opinion based
I literally be rappin' facts (Facts)
So, when I say I hate broke n*ggas
I be meanin' it (From the heart)

I love when mad hoes speak up on me
I be needin' it ([?] mad)
'Cuz that be the reason I go break her n*gga for his racks
(Get his money)

[Pre-Chorus]
Talkin' down about me, you a fan, hoe (You greazy)
Race car, snatch his ass
I can't name one n*gga that ain't go
Don't come at me about my n*gga
I get tender 'bout my hoe
He think that two can't play that game
n*gga, we gon' change roles (We gon' change)

[Chorus]
b*tches still mad, b*tches still p*ssed (Na naa)
I'm in expensive diamonds and I'm still rich (Rich)
No mileage, this a new whip
Eatin' good, ass phat
Walk wit a switch (Walkin' wit it, wobble wit it)
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