Fake news Lyrics – Ken Carson

Read the full Fake news lyrics by Ken Carson from the album cartunez 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 LEANIN and Rollin, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Intro]
(E in this motherfu*ker)
I don’t even like posting no pics no more
These n!ggas just gon’ pop what you pop
Pop your own s*it (Uh, uh)
(Uh, uh)

[Verse]
B!tch (Uh, uh), I tell a ho, “Save it” (Uh, uh)
B!tch badder than No, David! (Uh, uh)
Pull out the racks, all in there, she naked (Uh, uh)
Lil’ b!tch so fire, had her cook bacon (Uh, uh)
I fu*k your b!tch and make no payment (Uh, uh)
I’m off the s*its with yo’ old lady (Uh, uh)
Pimp a ho, put her on Backpage (Uh, uh)
Hit her, delete her, hit backspace (Uh, uh)
Geeked up all week, I’ve been up for days
Geeked up all week, still ain’t reach the peak
Shut up, ya bird, b!tch, close your beak
I need drügs, I don’t need nothing to eat
N!ggas throw rocks and then hit retreat
Knocked out his socks with that .223
My b!tch don’t know what to do with mе
D-I-E, you commit truancy
I can’t let a ho ruin me
I got more brеad than Santa
Fly my b!tch to the Tropic from Tanger
N!ggas hate, yeah, they knock it, but they cannot stop it, it’s why I’m gon’ keep running bands up
I’ll show you how to pop it, I’ll make this ho drop it
The driver wait when she land here
I’ll show you how to rock it, drop merch and then cop it
Designer, designer fan gear (Young Vamp, uh)
B!tch, it’s cartunez, not Disney (Uh, uh)
Young Vamp on tour, I tour in your city (Uh, uh)
These n!ggas ain’t fu*king with me (Uh, uh)
Ran up, fire ’em in Rickies (Uh, uh)
Let’s fu*k, yeah she wanna lick me (Uh, uh)

Catch up, these n!ggas in last place (Uh, uh)
A hundred K, that’s on a bad day (Uh, uh)
B!tch, I’m rich, the trap spot even got a gate (Uh, uh)
Talk yo’ s*it, the AP cost ten Rollies (Uh, uh)
Extra clip on me, b!tch, I reload it (Uh, uh)
Never shot at s*it, boy, you just tote it (Uh, uh)
Hit the road, yeah, I guess we just sole-switched (Uh, uh)
Hit her right, now she saying we soul-tied (Uh, uh)
Yeah, I’m on the eddies, b!tch, my soul fried (Uh, uh)
B!tch, I’m so YVL, I’m so 5 (Uh, uh)
She just snorted a Perc’, she so high
Oh, that wasn’t a Perc’? She coked out
No more drip, ya sold out
Ann Demeulemeester on my shoulders
Kept my pants on like I’m a soldier
And I stay in my bag like a folder
All-black drip like Folgers
For you, I’ll build a fortress
I’m tired of this b!tch, I’m wh*re-sick
Don’t believe what you see, baby
Explore page, she seeing me daily
Explore page, fake news
I can’t kick it with these fake dudes
Blurred out the picture, this ain’t Facetune
These b!tches posting these fake nudes
I’m the gangster on the internet
All of these n!ggas be fake goons