Semanal

KARBeats
Yo-yo-yo-yo

I lost track of the girls I hook up with weekly
I don’t remember their names and I never call them back
They want me to chill, motherfucker, but that ain't happening
I dreamed so much about money, it just started coming in

I lost track of the girls I hook up with weekly
I don’t remember their names and I never call them back
They want me to chill, motherfucker, but that ain't happening
I dreamed so much about money, it just started coming in
Tell me, KAR, KAR

I don’t talk sweet, I keep it dirty
Their tits bounce when I hit it hard
Like my Can-Am, she’s all-terrain (whoa)
I turn off the lights and strip her down, make her go down first
She made a little donut in her hair, smeared it with caramel

Baby
KEVVO, KEVVO, KEVVO
She gave me more head than the College Board
I had her flying like on hoverboards
With the girls I roll with, they’re the ones you saw on Explore
This dude is way too seductive
At the tip, he’s got a translator and shocks like a switch
Prr-puh-puh-puh-wouh

I want a brunette and a blonde named Paulina
Shorty’s got ketamine in that ass
She’s got me hooked like amphetamines
I hit it and her back hurts when she walks

I want a brunette and a blonde named Paulina
Shorty’s got ketamine in that ass
She’s got me hooked like amphetamines
I hit it and her pussy hurts when she walks

I lost track of the girls I hook up with weekly
I don’t remember their names and I never call them back
They want me to chill, motherfucker, but that ain't happening
I dreamed so much about money, it just started coming in

I lost track of the girls I hook up with weekly
I don’t remember their names and I never call them back
They want me to chill, motherfucker, but that ain't happening
I dreamed so much about money, it just started coming in

This is expensive art, like Andy Warhol’s paintings
In PR they love me, dude, like Ice Cube in Compton
We hit the club, I tear it up and don’t ask for a refund
When they see the toys, no one jumps into the warzone

I get up and the filming starts
She gives me head to help me relax
Dude, I saw your flow, but it was at a garage sale
Now any loser is an artist on social media
Everyone wants to get famous, wannabe celebrities
Loser

Trying to get rich, I switch to beast mode
My mom’s disappointed because her son isn’t the same
It hurts her to see me with tattoos and on this path, God intervened
And multiplied the cash, the bread, and the wine
And the whores

Trying to get rich, I switch to beast mode
My mom’s disappointed because her son isn’t the same
It hurts her to see me with tattoos and on this path, God intervened
And multiplied the cash, the bread, and the wine
Puh-puh-puh-wow

I lost track of the girls I hook up with weekly
I don’t remember their names and I never call them back
They want me to chill, motherfucker, but that ain't happening
I dreamed so much about money, it just started coming in

I lost track of the girls I hook up with weekly
I don’t remember their names and I never call them back
They want me to chill, motherfucker, but that ain't happening
I dreamed so much about money, it just started coming in

Tell me, KAR, KAR, KAR, whoa
Huh-yeah-huh
We’re in war mode, war mode, war mode
You’re crazy, dude
EBM, bitch
In-Bruto