Dismantled

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Too much money, can’t fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain’t from Zone 6, but I got a lil’ one from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That dude broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I left him
I do this for my fans, this for my fam’, yeah
If she don’t pick up when I call, ain’t call again, can’t spam her
Take it to the grave, won’t tell a soul, ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle
Turn the night up when I get to the hotel, we vibin’ heavy
[Verse]
Yeah, can’t be canceled, yeah, can’t be messed with
Saw Lil Wayne at the Balenciaga show, used to rock the truck
Before we take it to the next level, baby girl, tell me who you roll with?
Yeah, who you roll with? Yeah
I ain’t messin’ with these girls, I’m tryna get that bank
I’m tryna cop a client crib, yeah, with a gate
I live a fast life with no brakes
Supercharged, all-wheel drive
No, I can’t mess with these girls, they gon’ say that I like lyin’
Yeah, I’m a stand up guy, ain’t standin’ down for nobody
If you havin’ animosity, Ken Carson had your girl, prolly
My girl, yeah, so-so godly, she the only proof of God
She rock three camouflage, you thought you was smooth, huh
Thought you was at home in your close friends, you in the rulebook
You ain’t him on the internet, I know them not just rumors
No feelings, yeah, I lost my heart on a trip
Love on me, yeah, I got you flowers and expensive gifts
Had another one in a Uber, so I had to send you a Lyft
I knew her way before I knew ya, you late to the party
Give a care ‘bout these girls, I’m getting money regardless
Never bite the hand that feeds you, yeah, don’t get me started
[Chorus]
Too much money, can’t fit it in my pants, huh
Iced out belt hold my pants up
Ain’t from Zone 6, but I got a lil’ one from the east side of Atlanta
How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom
That dude broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I left him
I do this for my fans, this for my fam’, yeah
If she don’t pick up when I call, ain’t call again, can’t spam her
Take it to the grave, won’t tell a soul, ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle
Turn the night up when I get to the hotel, we vibin’ heavy

Ken Carson rage trap, luxurious plugg, auto-tuned flex rap, heavy 808s, Atlanta street energy, dreamy synths