I'm That One
I'm not here to raise money for no basketball team
I'm just here to get money for my pockets
Hunnid thousand dollars for the chain
But you still a lame
When you spell my name, use emoji flames
I can't stand the rain
Unless it's over everything
You heard the name Kwēn, know ain't nothing change
I don't give a fuck what you doing here
You come to close, you might disappear
This a lear to a paper plane
Ain't no rookies here
My guys keep that thing like a souvenir
Rata Tat Tat
Your snap back, won't snap back
Don't cross me like black cats
That's aht aht
The Jeep color matte black
Gettin' to the bag that's heavier than a backpack
Eat an MC like a rap snack
Shawty with me homie
Bag back
You only getting laughed at
Dropped the clutch
Moving like a flash back
Skrrr
It's New York shit
The two doors lift up
On the Tesla like it's doing splits
I'm that one boy
I'm not going hold you
Fuck what they told you
All my soldiers in the convoy
Gold bottles
No Cristal, just Ace of Spaces
Thought I wouldn't do it
Til I did it in a major way
My new shit getting major play
Fuck what a hater say
God had to make a way
Out of no way 'cause I should've been dead
Watching me close
Hoes should've been feds
Money on the floor if you want it come get it
Put three holes in your ass like a fidget
Spin the block
Inhale smoke, blow kisses
Squad goin' link, in sync
No dishes
Off top boy
I call the shots
No misses
And got it locked
No visits
Kwēn
I'm just here to get money for my pockets
Hunnid thousand dollars for the chain
But you still a lame
When you spell my name, use emoji flames
I can't stand the rain
Unless it's over everything
You heard the name Kwēn, know ain't nothing change
I don't give a fuck what you doing here
You come to close, you might disappear
This a lear to a paper plane
Ain't no rookies here
My guys keep that thing like a souvenir
Rata Tat Tat
Your snap back, won't snap back
Don't cross me like black cats
That's aht aht
The Jeep color matte black
Gettin' to the bag that's heavier than a backpack
Eat an MC like a rap snack
Shawty with me homie
Bag back
You only getting laughed at
Dropped the clutch
Moving like a flash back
Skrrr
It's New York shit
The two doors lift up
On the Tesla like it's doing splits
I'm that one boy
I'm not going hold you
Fuck what they told you
All my soldiers in the convoy
Gold bottles
No Cristal, just Ace of Spaces
Thought I wouldn't do it
Til I did it in a major way
My new shit getting major play
Fuck what a hater say
God had to make a way
Out of no way 'cause I should've been dead
Watching me close
Hoes should've been feds
Money on the floor if you want it come get it
Put three holes in your ass like a fidget
Spin the block
Inhale smoke, blow kisses
Squad goin' link, in sync
No dishes
Off top boy
I call the shots
No misses
And got it locked
No visits
Kwēn
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Writer(s): Donnaysia Ifield
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