Ken Carson Gynecologist Lyrics

[Intro]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)

[Chorus]
This stick make you scatter like roaches
Roll up a opp, smoke this
Pass me the Glock, tote this
She act like she never rode this
Middle finger to my old bitch
Middle finger to the prosecutor
Middle finger to these prostitutors
I ain't paying for no p*ssy
Probably laying on the p*ssy
Stretch my bands on the p*ssy
I'm tryna get my hands on the p*ssy
I'm tryna put my mans on the p*ssy
Everybody had that cookie
Know I sold the ARP fully
I ain't spendin' no bands on that bitch

[Verse 1]
Say you want that Van Cleef, told her jump off the cliff, ain't payin' for that shit
Money my ventriloquist, tote this, tote this, tote this
I cannot go for a brokе bitch, broke bitch, broke bitch (Broke, brokе bitch, yeah)
Came from Atlanta, we tote sticks (Tote), tote sticks (Tote), tote sticks (Tote)
Them niggas fell off, they copin' (Woah)
He ran out of coins, yeah, them tokens (Woah)
I'm double-G, yeah, I'm Gucci (Woah)
They dykin', but don't know Lil Boosie (Woah)
You know I'm totin' that tooly (Woah)
Shoot out on cam, he died in the movie (Time's up, bitch)
All of these bitches be beggin', I'm dodgin' this ho like she got the cooties (Dodgin' this ho)
Every time I give her money, she ask for some more, I think I'm in too deep (She ask for more)

[Chorus]
I ain't payin' for no p*ssy (I ain't payin') I'm just layin' on the p*ssy (I'm just layin')
Stretch my bands on the p*ssy (Stretch my bands)
Yeah, that stick make you scatter like roaches (Roaches)
This a ARP fully (f*ck are you sayin'?)
Gunfight, I'm the bully (Band)
.308 make 'em boogie (My band)
She got mileage like she been hikin' her whole life, I don't want that p*ssy (Nah)

[Verse 2]
The Rick O, tee Stussy (Yeah, no)
Tote them sticks, we jumpin' out them bushes (On God)
Tote them blicks, how could you ever provoke this? (Uh)
Can't be controlled, can't remote this (What?)
My car red and, yeah, it's Otis (What? What? What?)
It's that new Ken, yeah, f*ck all that old shit (f*ck)
I might go f*ck on my old bitch (What? What?)
Show me your wrist, I copped her a Rollie (A what?)
Put a sock in it, Mick Foley (What?)
This stick made him scream, he like, "Oh, please" (What the f*ck? f*ck)

[Chorus]
This stick make you scatter like roaches (What?)
Roll up a opp, smoke this (What?)
Pass me the Glock, tote this (What?)
She act like she never rode this (Ah, what the f*ck?)
Middle finger to my old bitch (Uh)
Middle finger to the prosecutor (Ah, what the f*ck)
Middle finger to these prostitutors (Ah)
I ain't paying for no p*ssy (What the f*ck?)
Probably layin' on the p*ssy (What the f*ck?)
Stretch my bands on the p*ssy (What the f*ck?)
I'm tryna get my hands on the p*ssy