Run that back, West
If you talkin' 'bout my rank, shit, I earned that
Teachin' niggas lessons, bet he learned that
She got a Louis V purse with my gun in there
Killin' niggas, ain't gotta worry 'bout get jumped in here
The answer is death if these niggas tryna test me
FN with the extra, yeah, this ain't no XD
The cream soda so black, I'm poured as fuck
You always tryna hold somethin', is you broke, or what?
Diamonds shinin' in the dark, I'm a night light
Shit, all my niggas sharks, I'm with great whites
So much money, need to make time to go count this shit
You know I'll blow yo' mans down if I send a blitz
You see the pointers in the watch, that's them big things
Dawg in the foreign, she holdin' on while I switch lanes
You ain't pop no shots, nigga, where you get your rank from?
Take your pieces, we get thirsty, we might yank somethin'
B, yeah, baby, that stand for my body, yeah
Call me Threezy dynamite 'cause I'm 'bout to blow
Got bitches touchin' they toes off that rock and roll
Niggas lyin' to Instagram like they keep a pole
My house look like a castle, I got my feet up
I'm in the streets every day, I'm a speed bump
I'm who the bitches wanna see and I can't help it
Nigga grown and his pockets empty, shit, he helpless
If you talkin' 'bout my rank, shit, I earned that
Teachin' niggas lessons, bet he learned that
She got a Louis V purse with my gun in there
Killin' niggas, ain't gotta worry 'bout get jumped in here
The answer is death if these niggas tryna test me
FN with the extra, yeah, this ain't no XD
The cream soda so black, I'm poured as fuck
You always tryna hold somethin', is you broke, or what?
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