catastrophe

catastrophe (Explicit) - Ken Carson

Lyrics by：Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Richard Ortiz

Composed by：Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Richard Ortiz

Produced by：F1lthy/Brak3/Technocrush/o0o

Wake up filthy

Ain't no brands on my clothes this not HM

Too much yeah I can go band for band with the ATM

Send her a late DM now she want to text huh

Now she want to sex yeah

I'ma give her the X huh

Put that bitch on her neck

I got her in a three-point stance

She ask me what brand my pants

Robin jeans I rob your mans

Take your money then I hit my dance

Loaded woah I'm off the shits

Pop out a fan want to take a pic

When you pop out don't nobody notice

You'll never live like this

If you don't feel me don't speak on it shut up

He think he Lil Wayne 'cause he got him a milli' lil' nigga bet up

Stones on my neck huh I feel like Rosetta

She gon' do what I let her

She gon' do what I tell her

She gon' do what I said 'cause I'm the one havin' the racks and shit

It's a great chaos but I'm havin' more now it's a catastrophe

Upside-down 'cross on my neck they think it's blasphemy

Hope you got insurance on your bitch 'cause I hit her on accident

Holdin' a TEC yeah I'm boardin' a jet

Popped the G6 on a G6 said you gon' do what? Huh?

Too much huh move like Donald Trump

Pockets stick out like the mumps

Take a bitch to Sephora

You can be my Barbie huh if I adore ya

I'm havin' keys like Switch ain't sharin' shit huh you can't get a switch

Pour out the seal yeah codeine codeine I can't feel shit

Huh huh huh I came a long way I came from the dirt

She came more than once now I got it on my shirt

I'm havin' Franklins not Kirk

I'm not a jock bitch or a jerk

I take a thot bitch and turn her up

In this bitch just me and my cup

Don't measure shit just pour that shit up

Got that blick you know that it's up

No competition these niggas suck

I'm sendin' shots better duck

You better have a bulletproof truck

Say you a opp nigga link up

AR-15 sing Aretha I slimed out my teacher

Greet ya' clutchin' on my blick bitch it's nice to meet you

You can keep the good girls bring me the thots and eaters

You can't calculate this shit lil' bitch I'm off the meter huh huh huh

You can't calculate this shit 'cause I'm off the meter yeah