Dismantled Lyrics – Ken Carson

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Too much money, can’t fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain’t from Zone 6, but I got a lil’ b!tch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That n!gga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
B!tch, I do s*it for my fandom, this s*it for my fam’, yeah
If she don’t pick up when I call, ain’t call again, can’t spam her
Take it to the grave, won’t tell a soul, ain’t nothing I can’t handle

Rip this b!tch apart, when I get to the hotel, she getting dismantled

[Verse]
Yeah, can’t be canceled, yeah, can’t be fu*ked with
Saw Lil Wayne at the Balenciaga show, used to rock the truck
Before we take it to the next level, baby girl, tell me who you fu*k with?
Yeah, who you fu*k with? Yeah
I ain’t fu*king with these hoes, I’m tryna get that bank
I’m tryna cop a (??) crib, yeah, with a gate
I live a fast life with no brakes
Supercharged, all-wheel drive
No, I can’t fu*k with these b!tches, they gon’ say that (??)
Yeah, I’m a stand up guy, ain’t standing down for nobody
If you having animosity, Ken Carson fu*ked your b!tch, prolly
My b!tch, yeah, so-so godly, she the only proof of God
She rock
Three?
Camouflage, you thought you was smooth, huh
Thought you was at home in your close friends, you in the rulebook
You ain’t him on the internet, I know them not just rumors
No feelings, yeah, I lost my heart on a shroom trip
Love on me, yeah, I got you flowers and expensive gifts
Had another b!tch in a Uber, so I had to send you a Lyft
I knew her way before I knew ya, you late to the party
Give a fu*k ’bout these hoes, I’m getting money regardless

Never bite the hand that feed you, yeah, don’t get me started

[Chorus]
Too much money, can’t fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain’t from Zone 6, but I got a lil’ b!tch from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That n!gga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him
B!tch, I do s*it for my fandom, this s*it for my fam’, yeah
If she don’t pick up when I call, ain’t call again, can’t spam her
Take it to the grave, won’t tell a soul, ain’t nothing I can’t handle
Rip this b!tch apart, when I get to the hotel, she getting dismantled