Wedidit Lyrics – Ken Carson, Playboi Carti

Read the complete Wedidit Lyrics by Ken Carson and Playboi Carti from the album xperiment along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ken Carson’s music, you can also explore Too many poles and 50K, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Intro: Ken Carson]
Huh

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Huh, Glock, ten mill’, get ’em
Stick, ARP, hit ’em
Swap the hoes out, I did ’em
Swap the clothes out, I did ’em
Raf Simons, Rick O’
005, YVL, bigger than the Big Show
I ain’t gotta tell her, huh, huh, I know his b!tch know
Throw it in sport, this a Range Rover
Bustdown, bustdown, chain go
More chains and whips than Django
Took his chains, I’m bold
Cut her off, I’m cold
VVV, woah-woah

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, VVVs, woah-woah
My pockets deep, uh, like cavities, woah-woah
Uh, shopping sprees, she like, “Daddy, please”
I’m so fu*king geeked, I went Vietnamese, uh
Got Ken with me, uh, that’s Baby G, uh
I spread cheese, yeah, yeah, bump his knees, yeah
I’m the man to me, fu*k what you saying to me
Money long, centipede
Yellowbone, make her tease
Told Cam, split that key, both of us done had some seats
Hundred cars, it’s a fleet, whole gang got SRTs

[Verse 2: Ken Carson & Playboi Carti]
Shawty ate the swag up, it’s contagious like a disease, yeah
Need my swag back, send that cease and decease
All-red coupe, huh, I been throwing up B’s
Might recruit ya, lil’ n!gga, sign to me
I don’t got on no designers, mm, my partner made this s*it, yeah

I made an M before you signed off your first splits (Damn)
You hit it first, but she was the first one swiped off the list (Fire, fire)
My new coach John Madden, I just sent the blitz (Ha)
I know them racks coming, that’s why my palms itch
The simulation glitched, a young n!gga rich
Get hit with brass knuckle, got ice all on my fist
Don’t be like the last sucker, lil’ pu*sy-n!gga don’t exist (Slatt)

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Pull up— pull up, the Men In Black (Ha)
Pull up like Men in Black (Yes, sir)
All of my b!tches, they fu*king, they coming right back, back, back
Hand me that b!tch and I’m running, I’m running right through like a running back, yeah
I know some hoes who gon’ come suck and lay on the gang like a doormat, yeah
If you got a problem, then say that, b!tch, hold up, say that (Say 5)
Strap up my digits, I’m flying, up in G6, like, I’m on that (I’m on that)
She be DMing me, liking my pictures, like she horny (Oh yeah)
It’s free all my dogs, it’s toting chain gang, they ain’t miss a moment, woah
Yellow diamonds, yeah, canary, we ain’t even have to go to Côte d’, yeah
Teen X done told you, I’ll blast at you, crodie
I ain’t fu*king b!tches raw, your b!tch gon’ run to toilet, yeah
B!tch n!gga, get dogged, go in his pockets, she balling (Ha)
I shoot at your motherfu*king dog, lil’ b!tch, you know that, you know that, you know that
My pockets getting big like Ross, play with that sauce, fu*king up my hand
She just wanna find my bands, too much sauce, she don’t understand
She better hide my texts, if she don’t, she get beat by her man (Haha, haha)
Shut the fu*k up, dumbass
Freaky-ass b!tch getting beat up ’bout this s*it

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Huh, Glock, ten mill’, get ’em
Stick, ARP, hit ’em
Swap the hoes out, I did ’em
Swap the clothes out, I did ’em
Raf Simons, Rick O’
005, YVL (Ya dig?), bigger than the Big Show
And I ain’t gotta tell her, huh, huh, I know his b!tch know
Throw it in sport, this a Range Rover
Bustdown, bustdown, chain go
More chains and whips than Django
Took his chains, I’m bold
Cut her off, I’m cold
VVV, woah-woah