Rick

[Intro]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Shoe, huh, Rick, huh
Pants, huh, Rick, huh
I tried to stuff the racks in my pants but they ain't fit
This shit unusual, it's gon' take some time to get used to this
I usually blow her mind, but I'm 'bout a blow her spine after this
I usually spend a nick', but I'm 'bout a spend a dime after this
Constantly gettin' rich while these niggas still cryin' like some bitches
'Cause these niggas be broke, and my name not Bob, I will not fix it, huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
I would go fuck on yo' bih', huh, but I already did, huh
Opiumbabi, loadin' the Glock, huh, I'm on the FN, huh
Upside down cross on my chain, 'cause all I know is sin
Got some nudes from yo' main thang, I send it to my bro's in the pen
Lil' bitch, it's Ken Carson, еvery room I walk in is like a party started
My music loud and annoying, yеah, like a dog barking
If it's two hundred on my dash, then I'ma go-kart it, I'ma drive like it's stolen
I put diamonds in my wallet, I got diamonds on my bitch, yeah, yeah, 'cause she chosen
I put diamonds on my wrist, yeah, yeah, that shit frozen
She got diamonds in her pussy, yeah, yeah, that shit soakin', that shit wet like the ocean
When I'm in it, I'm like, ''Oh, shit''
I'm 'bout to make a flick, yeah, yeah, yeah, and I don’t post it
I done hit the woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, while I'm strokin'
She can't talk no more, yeah, yeah, yeah, 'cause she chokin'
I ain't talkin', I'm just smokin'

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, when I'm walkin', she just blow me
Baby, yeah, I'm ballin' hard, something like Ginóbili
Then I pull up in my boulevard, 'cause we pistol tottin', huh
My young niggas blowin', huh, my young niggas blowin', yeah
Walk up in that store, and, yes, I blow it, huh
I just spent that nigga whole rent on some Rick Owens, yeah
Catch a nigga lackin' down in traffic then we hold it up
My pants, I can't hold 'em up, I got hella O's in 'em
Babygirl, it's Opium, these niggas don't want no smoke, I call 'em OGM
Yeah, I’m with my boy, he chop the tote, let it go for sum'
This bitch havin' hella ass, yeah, I just might throw her some
And I'm really crashed out about that bag, this shit ain't nun', huh, yeah
This shit ain't nun', huh, yeah, that bitch ain't nun', huh, yeah
That whip ain't nun', huh, yeah, this swag ain't nun', huh
Chopp's, we load 'em up, huh
Bags we get 'em in, yeah, you ain't get enough, huh

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Huh, huh, huh
Shoe, huh, Rick, huh
Pants, huh, Rick, huh
I tried to stuff the racks in my pants but they ain't fit
This shit unusual, it's gon' take some time to get used to this
I usually blow her mind, but I'm 'bout a blow her spine after this
I usually spend a nick', but I'm 'bout a spend a dime after this
Constantly gettin' rich while these niggas still cryin' like some bitches
'Cause these niggas be broke, and my name not Bob, I will not fix it, huh, huh