Yung Goblin - Carnation Lyrics

Pour the drank up blast off from the planet
Feeling barbaric a gun slinging bandit
Doot doot head shot im doing damage
Blood on my hands ain't no more i can manage
I got a bad bitch
And you know i be hanging with savages
Want the smoke well lil nigga im passing it
Want the green yeah you know i've been taxing it
We get to shooting and act like a fire
Baby don't talk i don't f*ck with no liar
Drip too clean look at all the attire
I cut you off looking like it's some buyers
Go over there ain't no gunman for hire
Stick finna bite i ain't talking no dire
Keep me a mask i feel like michael myers
Doing the dash see the car i deny her
She say she faithful
I don't know what that means to me ima king in the ring
Give her a facial
Ima have that bitch down on her knees she gon suck on my meat
Had to pop like it's baseball
Damn i love the smoking on weed gotta roll up the tree
Beat up the cake tho
Ima hit from the back got the bitch saying baby oh please
Look at my body, no armor
Drip like a drink ima drip like a faucet
Set me off ima just rap like im offset
Baby been doing too much got me nauseous
They want me dead so i gotta stay cautious
Pop me a bean no i don't do it often
F*ck on that bitch and then ima go toxic
Seem like a dick but im just being honest
Pull up with a draco bay im just hanging with the snakes in the snake pit
Roll a blunt up you know im gon face it
Ride around this some real gta shit
I feel like im a god in carnation
F*ck the bitch and she say wot in tarnation
Load a clip and get to blasting their faces
Ain't no cap off i ain't taking no paces
We get to writing off
Me and baby yeah we never get along
Pop a bean no i ain't taking fentanyl
If i had the chance i would just end it all
We gon load up the stick when we spin a block
Know that kaiden get crazy he keep a glock
Why my mind always feel like an empty pot
Have my thoughts back and forth like a tater tot
I'm going savage
Give her dick make her scream like a banshee
Know luh kobra gon keep him a bad bitch
Broke her heart and they asking what happened don't do attachments
Spin the block and we're leaving it tragic
F*ck the semi we keep automatics
Yeah i fell in love with mathematics
Like to count up the money and add it
Living so lavish they calling me fancy
Remember them days with no food in the pantry
Balling so hard boy i might pull a hammy
Baby girl told me that im in her fantasy
Bitch im the king so just call me your majesty
Kicked the bitch boy i know that she mad at me
F*ck the bitch so she calling me daddy
I keep the tools on my side handy manny