Ghoul Lyrics – Ken Carson

Read the full Ghoul lyrics by Ken Carson along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ken Carson’s music, you can also explore Off The Meter and Tic Tac Toe, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Intro]
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

[Verse]
Fast forward, huh, I can’t rewind
Huh, huh, your best wh*re, huh, couldn’t compete with mine
Huh, huh, your best fit, huh, couldn’t compete with mine
Huh, huh, this model b!tch, say she need the line, she ain’t talking ’bout drank
I’m in New York, I can make it Harlem Shake
B!tch, 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 n!ggas in the way
Money hungry, you’ll do whatever for pape’
In 2015, she’ll do whatever for Bape
Try to give you the swag, but you don’t got no taste
The way you fit in, you n!ggas out of place
I might pull up Benz, it’s a Maybach
Oh, that’s your girl? N!gga, we go way back
Cop the Wock’ by the cases, it’s a twelve-pack
I got court today, I’m rocking 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 hoes like I hoarded them
Shawty got a lil’ ass, but she super slim
Skinny b!tch with a butt, yeah, I’m rooting for them
It’s whatever, fu*k y’all if you ain’t root for us
Kid cut yo’ body up, it’s cold cut
N!ggas 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 ball on a ho, give you eighty-one
Scream out, “Kobe” everytime I hit a buck
I work all day, all night, I ain’t missing nothing

I’m too busy working, I ain’t missing ya
Thought he was down with the gang, now he b!tching up
I go shopping, make songs, it’s a ritual
Everything I do intentional
I’ma stand on my words like a lyric be
And my partner done pressing them fake pills
Just like Puma, yeah, we got FENTY in
Oh, you claiming that block? We gon’ spin it, then
I see fine s*it, wine to Gentleman
That’s my old ho, yeah, she spying, b!tch, give it up
Can’t pay no attention, no, I can’t attend to her
Jewlery, 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 a bubblegum
Dunk on your b!tch like LeBron, I’m not old as him
She like my odor, she ask what cologne it is
N!ggas ain’t pop since corona did
I was nineteen with a Glock, COVID
That’s a Glock-19, n!gga
I don’t even wanna do it, huh, I’ma let the team hit her
Fell in love with these drügs, I’m on Percocets and lean, n!gga
Can’t fall in with her cause she a waste of my time (Dawg)
New R-I-A-A, I’m tryna expand my catalogue
I’m going gold, I’m going plat’
I’m going gold, I’m going plat’
I’m going gold, I’m going plat’
I’m going gold, I’m going plat’
This the project, I’m not Pat
I serve codeine to these addicts
Shop at the store, I’m way past Sak’s
OG 1’s in the Raq

[Outro]
Huh, I’m in all black, huh
All black, huh
All black, huh
All black, huh
All black, huh