Got Rank Lyrics

Independent nigga got rank Yeah

He Got Rank Yeah

Riding around smelling like the bank Yeah

Got Rank

Put a red beam on you brain Yeah Straight aim

Ain't no nigga snatching my chain

You can try if you want end up in a coffin

Bossy i'm dripping the sauce

She like the way that i talk

All on my dick now get off

I told the lil bitch to get lost

Spent a lot of money on the shit i got on

Baccarat king that a thousand dollar cologne

Walk up in this motherfucker smelling like money

Fresh up out the dentist walking around looking funny

I ain't worried about shit if you want it you could get it

Niggas show they true colors over ass and some tittie's

Fucking with the OG's everybody know me

Nigga i been in the streets ever since 03

From bama to Florida i switched up my grammar

Then got on my shit and i fucked up Atlanta

Chicago in fall bitch i'm tryna ball

In Charolette lil bitch tryna fuck up the mall

In Dallas that freaky lil hoe from the D

In Michigan bitch i'm a capital P

Miami i'm somewhere laid up on the beach with sand on my feet

This shit ain't the same i'm smoking on Kief

Lil bougie lil bitch asking what we gone eat

I'm always on a go i got somewhere to be

Get the fuck out my face you ain't loyal to me

Independent nigga got rank Yeah

He Got Rank Yeah

Riding around smelling like the bank Yeah

Got Rank

Put a red beam on you brain Yeah Straight aim

Ain't no nigga snatching my chain

You can try if you want end up in a coffin

All these lil hoes think a young nigga bossy

Came from the mud had a couple niggas cross me

Money way up ima gone head off em

Fucking on yo bitch i didn't even have to offer

Gave her to the streets watched the hoe get slaughtered

Fucking up rats i forgot what i bought her

Real Life shit got so many stalkers

High grade strain why a nigga keep coughing

Balling on you niggas i ain't talking about spalden

I was getting money while them lil niggas jonesing

In a different city by the time it turn morning

Suga hill gang ima gone jump on it

fucking up the club like a young nigga on it

Niggas keep hating but they really don't want it

I can tell by the way they move that them pussy niggas ain't getting no money

Might chop up a brick might bust down a bell

That yoda my odor so you know the smell

Crash out on twelve i feel like a libra i balance my scale

You cant trust yo nigga you know he gone tell

I rather go do my lil dirt by myself

Im wanted and richer Im back out the cell

All I have in this world is my balls and my words