Shoulda Listened lyrics

[Intro: Ken Carson]
Yeah
Yeah (Loesoe goin' crazy)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
Everyday I wake up, ay, in a different mood
Hold on, let me put on my jewels, let me freshen up real quick
Yeah, I'm 'bouta turn my swag on, b*tch
This broke ass ho 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, or this Marni on me, I just check out my vision
This Chrome Hearts on my wrist got n*ggas p*ssed, nah, his b*tch missing
Told you I'd take your ho, I f*ck your b*tch, you shoulda listened
Yeah, you shoulda listened
Yeah, b*tch you shoulda listened
Yeah, lil' b*tch you shoulda listened
Yeah, lil' b*tch you shoulda listened

[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, cut her off, I ain't missing
Bad hoes still tricking
I know these little n*ggas, they at practice
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
No, your bad is not bad as my exes
If you talking 'bout money it lessens
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 netted
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 I call it detention
I'm in this 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 gettin' way too geeked up, bruh is you tryna hit this?
I swear I done crossed off like every freak ho off my hit list
I swear I done crossed every opp n*gga off my hit list
Yeah, I ain't got no time for that, yeah, I'm minding my bidness
I only got some time for racks, yeah, I'm minding my bidness
Said I already hit your thot, dawg yeah, you shoulda listened
You a b*tch, but you say you top dog, yeah, that don't make no sense man
While you n*ggas be all on Xbox, yeah, we play with them sticks man

[Verse 4: Ken Carson]
We play with them sticks, yeah, ain't talking Call of Duty
He say he with the sh*ts, yeah, told that boy to prove it
Got a new text from your b*tch, yeah, this ho just sent some nudes in
Said she wanna suck my di*k, yeah, I said "Okay", then flew her in
One thing about these hoes they wanna f*ck on a young Carson Ken
Cause your b*tch, she ain't even know, I ain't had no clout, I ain't had no money back then
But now I'm rocking shows, and now look, b*tch that money in
I'm sh*ttin' on them n*ggas that wasn't f*cking with me back then
Now I got power 'bout that ho, I ain't talking no ranger
A young n*gga tote that banger
It knock you out and give you a stain up
Look how the tables turned when I came up
The same money I'm flexing could be on your brain, bruh
These n*ggas talk down when they bring my name up
Just know when I see that lil' boy, yo ass up