Carbon

Yeah
No
Let's go
No

Uh, uh, baby, what you gon' do?
You gon' ride 'round in this 'Rari, just me and you
Uh, uh, all I know is racks
He want me to go down on my price, but I can't go for that, uh
She wanna spend a night at my house, it look like the whore's back, uh
If we break in the house and take all of the pounds, the key under the doormat, uh
You don't wanna get killed, talkin' 'bout takin' my chain, just think 'bout the Lord, jack
This where my heart at, uh
Fell in love with carbon, uh

I don't like nothing
So the racks by my pocket lil' puffy
No, she don't say nothing
She just fuck me and leave like, "Fuck it"
You gon' die, keep on playin' like you thuggin'
You a bitch, I don't know why you clutchin'
Fuck your mama, your lil' brother, man, these niggas ain't on nothing
Up quick, but I ain't gon' rush it
Take the stock off the stick so it fit in my duffel
This stick, it came from Russia
To the hospital, folks gon' rush you
Say you a killer, but that don't mean nothin' to me
I was younger, big bro gave a gun to me
Always wondered why ma said, "No company"
Boy, you know you don't step, you a wannabe
High school, you were lame, your homie's ass watched you get beat up, I made you a son to me
These niggas suspect
No, these pistols, better not touch that
Fifty shots on a good day
Leave you with the stuck face
This niggas lil' opps, can you roll up a Dutch, bae?

Uh, uh, baby, what you gon' do?
You gon' ride 'round in this 'Rari, just me and you
Uh, uh, all I know is racks
He want me to go down on my price, but I can't go for that, uh
She wanna spend a night at my house, it look like the whore's back, uh
If we break in the house and take all of the pounds, the key under the doormat, uh
You don't wanna get killed, talkin' 'bout takin' my chain, just think 'bout the Lord, jack
This where my heart at, uh
Fell in love with carbon

How you gon' say how I feel when that blick in your hand you never went to war with?
Don't nobody hit my phone on bullshit 'cause they know I'm retarded
She ride dick like Harley
I got two opps rolled up, now I smoke all to my head like Marley
Eighteen kills in my diaries
Eight more kids for my mom and them
Plus four more kids, that's daughters and sons
Six different killers and six different guns
Uh, if I can't get no blick inside this bitch, tell promoter I cancel the show
Give me head for thirty minutes, don't hit my phone, if not, you blocked for sure

Put that ho on block
Fuck these bitches
Fuck these lame-ass niggas, man, these niggas be hatin'
I'ma step on you, you, you, and you

Uh, uh, baby, what you gon' do?
You gon' ride 'round in this 'Rari, just me and you
Uh, uh, all I know is racks
He want me to go down on my price, but I can't go for that, uh
She wanna spend a night at my house, it look like the whore's back, uh
If we break in the house and take all of the pounds, the key under the doormat, uh
You don't wanna get killed, talkin' 'bout takin' my chain, just think 'bout the Lord, jack
This where my heart at, uh
Fell in love with carbon