I give her ecstasy without a pill
How the f#ck I get racks without a deal
Gave her the pickle, I’m not talking dill
I’m in her back just like a chill
These b#tches fake but the head game real
Gave me that face, and right after I killed
She said I’m Ken, and she is my Barbie
I run and ran like Ken, no Car$on
I’m real to my fiber, Im carbon
Smoking my opps on go, I’m carting
Lame n#gg# names inscribed in the cartridge
Making shirts red like target
My spirit animal says bah
I’m in a whip with a b#tch and she bad
I got the tool like American dad
Exotic b#tches, American cash
Exotic whips and the sh#t go fast
If I’m not first place, feel like I’m last
You only got singles of cheese like Kraft
I stay in the lab but I’m not a rat
I’m selling drugs, but not in the trap
I got the sauce like it came from a vat
Got shooters on dial, and my bros like splash
Golden State, change the game in a flash
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Lee HendriX$on Lyrics – Teenager Rager Freestyle