Song Details: wedidit Song is sung by Ken Carson & Playboi Carti. The song is from the album “xperiment”.
wedidit Lyrics
[Intro: Ken Carson]
Huh
[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Huh, Glock, ten mill’, get ’em
Stick, ARP, hit ’em
Swap the hoes out, I did ’em
Swap the clothes out, I did ’em
Raf Simons, Rick O’
005, YVL, bigger than the Big Show
I ain’t gotta tell her, huh, huh, I know his bitch know
Throw it in sport, it’s a Range Rover
Bustdown, bustdown, chain go
More chains and whips than Django
Took his chains, I’m bold
Cut her off, I’m cold
VVV, woah-woah
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, VVVs, woah-woah
My pockets deep, uh, like cavities (Woah-woah)
Uh, shoppin’ sprees, she like, “Daddy, please”
I’m so fuckin’ geeked, I went Vietnamese, uh
Got Ken with me, uh, that’s Baby G, uh
I spread, tease, yeah, yeah, bump his knees
Yeah, I’m the man to me, fuck what you sayin’ to me
Money long, centipede
Yellow bone, make her tease
Told Cam, split that key
Both of us done had some seats
Hundred cars, it’s a fleet
Whole gang got SRTs
[Verse 2: Ken Carson & Playboi Carti]
Shawty ate the swag up, it’s contagious like a disease (Yeah)
Need my swag back, send that cease and desist
All red coupe, huh, I been throwin’ up B’s
Might recruit ya, lil’ nigga, sign to me
I don’t got on no designers, mm, my partner made this shit (Yeah)
I made an M before you signed off your first splits (Damn)
You hit it first, but she was the first one swiped off the list (Fire, fire)
My new coach John Madden, I just sent the blitz (Ha)
I know them racks comin’, that’s why my palms itch
The simulation glitched, a young nigga rich
Get hit with brass knuckle, got ice all on my fist
Don’t be like the last sucker, lil’ pussy nigga don’t exist (Slatt)
[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Pull up— pull up, the Men In Black (Ha)
Pull up like Men in Black (Yes, sir)
All of my bitches, they fuckin’, they comin’ right back (Back, back)
Hand me that bitch and I’m runnin’, I’m runnin’ right through like a running back
Yeah, I know some hoes who gon’ come suck and lay on the gang like a doormat
Yeah, if you got a problem, then say that
Bitch, hold up, say that (Say Five)
Strap up my digits, went flyin’ out the G6, like I’m on that (I’m on that)
She be DMing me, liking my pictures, like she horny (Oh yeah)
It’s free all my dogs, [I’m gonna toe-tag your name ][2:23], yes, I’m on that (Woah)
Yellow diamonds, yeah, canary, we ain’t even have to go to Côte d’
Yeah, Teen X done told you, all black like [crodie?][2:32]
I ain’t fuckin’ bitches raw, your bitch gon’ wanna tote it
Yeah, bitch nigga, get dogged, go in his pockets, he ballin’ (Ha)
I shoot at your motherfuckin’ dog, lil’ bitch, you know that, you know that, you know that
My pockets gettin’ big like Ross, play with that sauce, fuckin’ up my hand
She just wanna find my bands, too much sauce, she don’t understand
She better hide my texts, if she don’t, she get beat by her man (Haha, haha)
(Shut the fuck up, dumbass)
(Freaky-ass bitch gettin’ beat up ’bout this shit)
[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Huh, Glock, ten mill’, get ’em
Stick, ARP, hit ’em
Swap the hoes out, I did ’em
Swap the clothes out, I did ’em
Raf Simons, Rick O’
Double O 5, YVL (Ya dig?), bigger than the Big Show
And I ain’t gotta tell her, huh, huh, I know his bitch know
Throw it in sport, it’s a Range Rover
Bustdown, bustdown, chain go
More chains and whips than Django
Took his chains, I’m bold
Cut her off, I’m cold
VVV, woah-woah
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