deaf note Songtext
von Ken Carson

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch, this the xperiment
Cover my ears when you talk, I ain′t hearin' it
And I cover up my ears when you talk, I ain′t hearin' it
And I cover up my ears when you talk, no way I'm hearin′ it
As long as I got that yop′ stick, I ain't fearin′ shit
As long as I got my chopstick, I'm gon′ use 'em like a Asian
Black bitch say she mixed, what? Yeah, she Blasian

Kick in your door, whoa, whoa, we brought thе K′s in
Shawty, I'm on go, passin' bro, yeah, I′m not
You not celibate, put that on еverything you got
You not celibate, put that on everythin′ you got
Bitch, you not celibate, put that on everythin' you got

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah


Five to the trap, pour a Sprite
Then we mix it (what the fuck?)
Pourin′ up the drank every day
You not consistent (what the fuck?)
I pour up that drank every day
Niggas not consistent (what?)
I pour up that drank every day (what the fuck? Yeah, yeah)

Throw it in the air, hundreds (yeah), I'm makin′ dancin' money (yeah)
She suck the dick, got her crashin′ out
That gun too big, we could pass it out (yeah)
You can't leave red-handed
I still run over them hoes you be askin' ′bout (yeah)
Too much shit in my crib, can′t fit it in a safe
Where the fuck I'ma stash the guap? (yeah)
Too much shit in my crib, he still stashin′ out the shoebox (yeah)

Everywhere I go, it's all eyes on me, just like I′m Tupac (yeah)
Xperiment, but your ho gon' flock when cartunez drop (yeah)
Can′t even beef on the internet, these niggas cartoons, opp (yeah)
Some bitch wanna meet the other day
We gotta tell your other nigga (yeah)
I ain't stressin' ′bout the pussy, I want figures (yeah)
Front page magazine, you can get your issue (yeah)
I might send you my location before I hit ya

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (what the fuck?)
Yeah, yeah (what the fuck?)
Yeah, yeah


Four in the drank, I′ma pass out
Ride with the dually, my cash
Ridin' in the dually, my cash out, uh
Hit that uh, hit that jackpot
Come in your spot, like, yeah
My young niggas whippin′, he mad hot

Somebody pop out mad, boy
I'm still goin′ crazy, I ain't worryin′ about it
Still goin' crazy, we ain't worryin′ about it
Still goin′ crazy, we ain't worryin′
Still goin' crazy, we ain′t worryin'
Still goin′ crazy, we ain't worryin'
Still goin′ crazy, still goin′ crazy
Still goin' crazy, we ain′t worryin'

Bitch, I′m fly like a bird, I just did another line
All of my bitches are lit, uh, I'm ′bout to have a ménage
Put 'em on the news, put the lil' hot ho on news real quick
I′m talkin′ 'bout, "Ooh" (yeah, yeah)
All these hoes, they pussy, they don′t know what to do
YVL my set, trim set, you know this shit forever

My diamonds wet, Eliantte, baguette, baguette
Yeah, I'm throwin′ up fives, yeah, more beans on my neck (whoa)
Swerve in a Bentley, play with them racks, I'm on your neck
I can′t get played, poppin' my shit with no regrets
Major league, Celine my jeans, I'm a vet′
I was born to bleed, y′all niggas pussy, ah, yeah
What you see in me? Bitch, I'm a hustler, I don′t care (wow)
Pussy, money, weed, we havin' tons of it over here
Bitch, I′m a prodigy, they'll have to kill me, put me in the chair

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (what the fuck?)
Yeah, yeah (what the fuck?)