Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ken Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arman Andican
Songwriter
Gabriel Rousseau
Songwriter
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Songwriter
Richard Ortiz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
F1lthy
Producer
Gab3
Producer
Kendall Roark Bailey
Mixing Engineer
AM
Producer
Ben Lidsky
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Wake up, F1lthy)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I put that ho in Prada, and after, I made her holler
And my bro took off your mans, I heard that was your top shotter
I got Vetements on my pants and my shirt Balenciaga
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
My swag came a long way, I was rocking nada
I don't give a fuck 'bout what a ho say, these hoes not my problem
Sent a hundred shots out that Rolls, ayy, them 7.62s got him
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Them 7.62s hit his body, made him Harlem Shake
I get to that bag, to that cake, you procrastinate
Now she wanna fuck with me now, but she pulled up too late
When I send my boy a opp to drop, he be so fascinated
Fuck the D.E.A., they ain't got no evidence, they closed they case
If a **** thinkin' this shit sweet, he get shot in his face
I got Glock 19s, ARPs, I got hella K's
I been serving codeine to these fiends, yeah, they sippin' drank
5K a pt, what you mean? Bitch, that's no debate
I been countin' blues, countin' green like it's Earth Day
And the **** think he me, but he not me on my worst day
I just spent your rent on my motherfuckin' shirt
These **** think we playin', hell nah, this ain't Nerf
Pull up to a **** land, pull up to his turf
Pull up with that MAC-10, pull up, go berserk
I been off that X again, I feel it in my nerves
Now she wanna fuck with Ken, that lil' bitch get curved
My lil' bitch, she not a ten, she a hundred and third
And I withdraw all the money that was at the bank, bitch, that's word
I got Wockhardt in my system, that's why my words slurred
They was so surprised when they killed him, but that boy was chirpin' like a bird
****, I'm the shit like a turd, but my shit smell like cologne
I fuck her face, yeah, I fuck her makeup up, then I send that bitch home
You don't wanna race, yeah, this an SRT with a Redeye package on it
You don't want no smoke, bitch, FN Five-seveN shoot a **** in his dome
Hit that boy in his chest, hit his heart, now it's chrome
Huh, I told that pussy ****, "Yeah, leave me alone"
Huh, huh, shouldn't have fucked with a member, huh, you shouldn't have fucked with the gang
Huh, you shouldn't have fucked with the X-M-A-N, yeah, X-Man
And all my **** masked up, yeah, yeah, yeah, just like Bane
And all my **** in control of this shit, yeah, like a game
[Outro]
Opium
Written by: Arman Andican, Gabriel Rousseau, Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Richard Ortiz