[Lyric] Should’ve Listened (Ken Car$on)

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[Intro: Ken Car$on]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Loesoe going crazy)
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ken Car$on]
Everyday I wake up, ayy, in a different mood
Hold on, let me put on my jewels
Let me freshen up real quick
Yeah, I'm 'bout to turn my swag on, bitch
This broke ass ho can't brag on shit
I'm braggin' on my neck and wrist
All my shit shine, all my shit glist'
She want Dior, Dior, Dior, Dior, but I'm no Christian
Balenciaga all on me, it's [?] all on my vision
This Chrome Hearts on my wrist got niggas pissed, now his bitch missing
Told you, I'll take your ho, I'll fuck your bitch, you should've listened
Yeah, you should've listened
Yeah, bitch, you should've listenеd
Yeah, lil' bitch, you should've listenеd
Yeah, lil' bitch, you should've listened
[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
Yeah
Cut her off, I ain't missing
Bad ho still tricking, I know these lil' niggas, they impressed
When a broke nigga try my name now, that's the only thing get me offended
Shit we do everyday, you be flexing
Know your baddest not bad as my exes
If you talkin' my money in lessons
Only get to my head if I let it
How much bitches on me? I regret it
When a nigga said, "Fuck it," I meant it
Everything [?], like it's [?]
And my bitches, they bad with no edits
And your bitches, they came with no edges
Only talk if the money get sent in

[Verse 3: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah
Only talk if the money get sent in
I got this bad ass bitch and I put her on timeout, call it detention
I'm in that fast-ass whip, lil' boy, you can't even catch up with this
I only rock the clearest diamonds, bitch, they shine like Christmas
We in this bitch getting way too geeked up, bruh, is you tryna hit this?
I swear I done crossed like every freak ho off my hitlist
I swear I done crossed every opp nigga off my hitlist, yeah
I ain't got no time for that, yeah, I'm minding my business
I only got some time for racks, yeah, I'm minding my business
Said I already hit your thot there, yeah, you should've listened
Lil' bitch, but you say you a top dog, yeah, that don't make no sense, man
While these niggas be all on Xbox, yeah, we play with them sticks, man
[Verse 4: Ken Car$on]
We play with them sticks, yeah, I ain't talkin' Call of Duty
He say he with the shits, yeah, I told that boy to prove it
Got a new text from your bitch, yeah, this ho just sent some nudes in
She said she wanna suck my dick, yeah, I said, "Okay," and flew her in
When I think about these hoes, they wanna fuck on the young Car$on Ken
Hit your bitch, she didn't even know, and you're gon' cry, and you're gon' let her in
But now I'm rockin' shows and I'm lit, bitch, that money in
I'm shittin' on the niggas that wasn't fuckin' with me back then
Now I got power by the hour, ain't talkin' no ranger
A young nigga totin' that banger, he not cap, he get his stain up
Look how the tables turned, when I came up...