Lyrics Ghoul - Ken Car$on

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, fast-forward, huh, I can't rewind
Huh, huh, your best whore, huh, couldn't compete with mine
Huh, huh, your best fit, huh, couldn't compete with mine
Huh, huh, this model bitch, say she need the line, she ain't talmbout drank

I'm in New York, I can make it Harlem Shake
Bitch, I'm top two, not two, no debate
AP, factory diamonds, I bust the face
No evidence, they gon' drop the case

No comparison, these niggas in the way
Money-hungry, you'll do whatever for pape'
In 2015, she'd do whatever for Bape
Try to give you the swag, but you don't got no taste

Get in where you fit in, niggas outta place
I might pull up Benzes, Maybach
Oh, that's your girl? Nigga, we go way back
Cop the Wock' by the cases, it's a 12-pack

I got court today, I'm rockin' black slacks
I got everything illegal in my backpack
Send that blitz, we gon' sack your quarterback
One-on-one for me, I ordered that

I got hella hos like I hoarded them
Shawty got a lil' ass, but she super slim
Skinny bitch with a butt, yeah, I'm rootin' for them
It's forever fuck y'all if you ain't rootin' for us

Kid cut your body up, it's cold cut
Niggas squirrels, they be on nuts
It's my world, I live like a simulation
She got Chrome Heart glasses, on Sarah Palin

Rose from the concrete, but I'm not Jalen
I'll ball on a ho, give you 81
Scream out, "Kobe" every time I hit a buck
I work all day, all night, I ain't missin' nothin'

I'm too busy workin', I ain't missin' ya
Thought he was down with the gang, now he bitchin' up
I go shoppin', make songs, it's a ritual
Everything I do intentional

I'ma stand on my words like a lyric be
And my partner done pressin' them fake pills
Just like Puma, yeah, we got that Fenty in
Oh, you claimin' that block? We gon' spin it then

I see fine shit, go from YN to a gentleman
That's my old ho, yeah, she spyin', bitch, give it up
Can't pay no attention, no, I can't tend to her
Jewelry, cars, clothes, I'm kitted up

Won by fatality, yeah, I finished him
Hit my fatality, I'm 'bout to finish her
All in her mouth, you could say I'm above the rim
Dunk on your bitch like LeBron, I'm not old as him

She like my odor, she ask what cologne it is
Niggas ain't pop since corona did
I was 19 with a Glock, COVID, that's a Glock 19, nigga
I don't even wanna do it, huh, I'ma let the team hit her

Fell in love with these drugs, I'm on Percocets and lean, nigga
Can't fall in with her 'cause she a waste of my time, dawg
New RIAA, I'm tryna expand my catalogue
I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'

I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'
I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'
I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'
I'm goin' gold, I'm goin' plat'

This the project, I'm not Pat
I serve codeine to be exact
Shop at the store, I'm way past Sak's
OG 1's and a rack, huh
I'm in all black, huh
All black, huh, all black, huh
All black, huh, all black, huh