[Lyric] ​​playing for keeps (Ken Car$on)

[Intro: Ken Car$on]
(Nah, he ain't-he's not even Teen X)
(Fuck him)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Loesoe goin' crazy)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse]
What you saying to me?
What you saying to me?
Say that's your hoe, but she laying with me
I got a big draco, and it's laying with me
You can't come get your hoe, 'cause I'm playing for keeps
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, we playing for keeps
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, we playing for keeps
Uh, uh, uh, look at my fit, yeah, this is ALYX
Uh, uh, uh, Matthew Will, uh, Givenchy on me
Yeah, I got Givenchy on me
Uh, I got Givenchy on me
Uh, I fuck on that hoe, then I leave
Then go get some racks, got 'em filling a fee
You scroll on Instagram, I'm all on your feed
Want a featurе, it's gon' cost a fee
These niggas know I'm who they wanna bе
You can be anything, but you can't be me
Hell nah, you can't be me
Hell nah, you can't see me
I'm invisible just like John Cena
I was just performing in arenas
I was just performing in your city
He screaming I'ma opp but ain't pull up
If you pull up, I'm wasting your gut up
My young niggas, they spraying like paint
X-Man off X, X-Man off drank
I get high before I go to the bank
Pull out a hundred, pull out my drac'
Pull up on your bitch, she smiling all day
I'm off these drugs, I feel like [?]
I'm too turned up, I don't give no fucks
I spent them racks, on him and her
I put them racks on the opps and I take my bitch shopping
They see my swag, and they tryna copy
I got that bag, like Illuminati
Forgiato, Forgiato, she ride me
Forgiato, Forgiato, I'm slidin'
We in the Rolls Royce, bitch, why is you crying?
Talkin' bout I'm cheating on you
I ain't spend them racks on them
I spent them racks on you
Them bitches can't compare
They don't compare to you
I walk in and they stare
If a nigga try me, I'm making the news
Walk in with my fye, walk in with my jewels
Try me, you gon' die, can't go out no fool
That's why, I stay clutching on my tool
That's why I stay fucking on your boo
'Cause she know you lame, and she know I'm cool
And she love my aesthetic, she love how I move
If you got it then bet it, what you wanna do?
I just went to the bank, and took out a hundred
I ain't got all this money for nothing
I'ma take that bitch, I'ma give her a lil' sum
Bitch, I been rich, I never been a bum
Ain't really gotta spend my money on nun'
Walk in that bitch, get that shit for free
She let me fuck, yeah, for free
Look at my wrist, it's so icy
Look at my neck, tennis chain, me
Saw my house and my car, now she believe in me
Yeah, that's why that bitch on her knees
Yeah, nah, she not praying to me
She sucky, sucky, yeah
She wanna fuck me, yeah
She gon' put it up on me
Everywhere we go
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