Lyrics Pony - Mick Jenkins , Qari

La da-da la-da da da ah ah yea yeah yeah
Young Carl

One-trick ponies
If your homies was headless horseman
You ride by your lonely
Paul Revere, word-of-mouth niggas so phony
Forecast, we gone bring some fire to the formal
All my shit imported, no DiGiorno
Crank, Sugino
My bitch look foreign
She from Kankakee though
My plates from Rio
I don't know Portuguese, I know Tina Marie though
I pull up in them Rick James jeans
It's Qari from the casino
With Nina
Niggas dirty I seen em
I'm never worried, I'm covered
Ain't got no ties, cause I'm stubborn
My next bitch might make me rich
My ex-bitch undercover
But hate to see me in public
But love to see me with another bitch
She know I love money, but now the money come with other shit
So I keep sources on sources that's sorcery
Pottery porcelain
No lottery endorsements
Corporate copping me Force's
No time for pony tricks
Tired of the
The horse-shit
Forfeit the counterfeit when they ask about it
Ain't nobody seen it

Low-key in the party
Low-key in the party
No hoes on me
Young nigga just a little bit of gold on me
New love got us fuckin' like we old homies
That's why I'm low-key in the party
Low-key in the party
No hoes on me
Young nigga got a little bit of gold on me