Ken Carson Xposed

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh One for the money, two for the show Three for these mad-ass, sad-ass hoes She wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 4 for $4 Fives in this bitch, you know we bang that double-O He ain't really on that, he just talking, he a troll All my opps some hoes, all my opps getting exposed Too much money on his head, he can’t do shit 'cause he broke When I walk, you can tell I have it When I talk, you can hear them trolls yappin' I gave that bitch some money, now she so happy I switched her whole status, I changed her life I been fighting my fashion habits, everything I like, buy twice That shit don’t bother me, niggas been stealing swag all my life These hoes don't bother me, I can't be bothered I'm the Black Panther, feel like T'Challa Huh, huh, I'm on the X Files, huh, my bitch X'd up Can't wait ’til we put him down, he think he next up You ain’t did shit that you rap about, that boy a wrestler Huh, I think I'm charged up, I just popped a Tesla Nigga, get your bars up, she sleep off the Xan’ These niggas ain't fucking with me, let's go band for band You ain't flexin’ on me, bitch, you flexin' on your fans That mil' you made in a year, I made in one day, go ask my mans Fuck you talkin' 'bout? This shit loaded, every time I hit that concert, it's like karaoke Keep my hammer like I'm Thor, huh, but I'm more like Loki Hardcore, I'm goin' gore, these niggas don't really know me I'm going Mozart, I'm going Shakespeare I have a bakery, but I ain't bakin' no cakes here I'm havin' bread, I'm makin' bread, shawty Bread, bread, shawty Bread, bread, shawty Get your bread, bread, bread up Fucking on your ho, woah, I got her legs up Fucking on your ho, you ain't know? Boy, keep your head up Fucking on another nigga ho because she fed up I ran out of Wock', 'bout to pour this red up He say I'm an opp, why the fuck he ain't said nothin'? Baby girl, call me back when I get my dreads a new retwist I trap shit like Three 6 We the mafia, bitch, 808, yeah, mafia Yeah, you pop shit, but you ain't pop enough These niggas old and popped Can't tell you if I sold my soul or not, I forgot Everybody tough and gangster 'til they get shot One for the money, two for these thots Three for these drugs, I'm havin' a lot If a nigga mug, I'ma up my Gen5 I'm fried, I'm not tired, I would've died if I lied Put racks on, put the racks on that Put a bag on it, put a tax on that Camo flag, huh, gang shit How you mourn? What you gon' do when that pain hit? I been rockin', I been ravin', I been raging She say she miss me, yeah, I miss the stage Ain't no competition, all these niggas in the way Ain't no competition, huh, I know I'm okay I ain't pressed 'bout none of these niggas I ain't stressed 'bout none of these bitches I been countin' up too much shit Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh One for the money, two for the show Three for these mad-ass, sad-ass hoes She wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 4 for $4 Fives in this bitch, you know we bang that double-O He ain't really on that, he just talking, he a troll All my opps some hoes, all my opps getting exposed Too much money on his head, he can't do shit 'cause he broke