Deaf note Lyrics – Ken Carson

[Refrain: Ken Carson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
B!tch, this the xperiment
Cover my ears when you talk, I ain’t hearing it
And I cover up my ears when you talk, I ain’t hearing it
And I cover up my ears when you talk, no way I’m hearing it
As long as I got that yop’ stick, I ain’t fearing s*it
As long as I got my chopstick, I’m gon’ use ’em like a Asian

Black b!tch say she mixed, yеah, yeah, she Blasian
Kekе, you know I won’t worry ’bout the case, uh
Shawty I’m on go, passing bro, yeah, I’m not
You not celibate, put that on everything you got
You not celibate, put that on everything you got
B!tch, you not celibate, put that on everything you got

[Refrain: Ken Carson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Ken Carson]
5 to the trap, pour a Sprite, then we mix it
Pouring up that drank every day, you not consistent
I’m pouring up that drank every day, you not consistent
I pour up that drank every day
Throw it in the air, hundreds, I’m making dancing money
She suck the d!ck, got her crashing out
That gun too big, we could pass it out
You can’t leave red-handed, I still run over them hoes you be asking ’bout
Too much s*it in my crib, can’t fit it in a safe, where the fu*k I’ma stash the guap? (The fu*k?)
Too much s*it in my crib, he still stashing out the shoebox (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everywhere I go, it’s All Eyez on Me, just like I’m Tupac
​xperiment, but your ho gon’ flock when cartunez drop, okay

Can’t even beef on the internet, these n!ggas cartoons, hah
Some b!tch wanna meet the other day, we gotta tell your other n!gga
I ain’t stressing ’bout the pu*sy, I want figures
Front page magazine, you can get your issue
I might send you my location before I hit ya

[Refrain: Ken Carson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (What the fu*k?)
Yeah, yeah (What the fu*k?)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Four in the drank, I’ma pass out (Schyeah)
Ride with the dually, my cash—
Riding in the dually, my cash out, uh (What?)
Hit that— uh, hit that jackpot
Come in your spot like, “Yeah”
My young n!ggas whipping, he mad hot
Somebody pop out mad, boy, I’m still going crazy, I ain’t worrying about it
Still going crazy, we ain’t worrying about it, still going crazy, we ain’t worrying
Still going crazy, we ain’t worrying, still going crazy, we ain’t worrying
Still going crazy, still going crazy, still going crazy, we ain’t worrying
B!tch, I’m fly like a bird, I just did another line
All of my b!tches are lit, uh, I’m ’bout to have a ménage
Put ’em on the news, put the lil’ hot ho on news real quick, I’m talking ’bout, “Ooh” (Yeah, yeah)
All these hoes, they pu*sy, they don’t know what to do
YVL my set, trim set, you know this s*it forever
My diamonds wet, Eliantte, baguette, baguette
Yeah, I’m throwing up 5’s, yeah, more beans on my neck, woah
Swerve in a Bentley, play with them racks, I’m on your neck
I can’t get played, popping my s*it with no regrets
Major league, Celine my jeans, I’m a vet’
I was born to bleed, y’all n!ggas pu*sy, ah, yeah
What you see in me? B!tch, I’m a hustler, I don’t care (Wow)
Pu*sy, money, weed, we having tons of it over here
B!tch, I’m a prodigy, they’ll have to kill me, put me in check

[Refrain: Ken Carson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (What the fu*k?)
Yeah, yeah (What the fu*k?)
Yeah, yeah