Non Factor (feat. Westside Gunn)

Yeah, pay me mine, motherfucker Listen, I need my— You know what the fuck I need (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, look) The socket to my motherfuckin'— (Check this out) To my mother— look (Ayo) Had warrants for my apprehension (Uh-huh) Hate from corny-ass niggas that rap in my mentions (Fuck y'all niggas) Austrian gats with extensions, small cracks for ten cents Big boulder for a hundred, stash it in a Benz vent (Yeah) Cartier glasses rimless, lust for the cash endless Rap with a vengeance, new smack for your syringes (Ah) 'Cause in the end, you niggas is all trash to begin with (Niggas trash) I'm God's favorite, even do amazing when I wing it I need my pockets socked to and my ring kissed (Sock it to my pocket) Was on the highway to hell, now this the road to new riches Got it lit, they love my steelo like them 702 bitches No, you can't fuck with who this is (Nah), I'm a rare breed Remix the blow in the blender then compress it to a square piece In jail, I had the banger hidden in the hair grease (I did) Murder music, every time you hear Streetz, I'm godly Going stupid hard 'til it's Ferrari on the car key Took all of your fiends, I hit 'em off with a large piece (Haha) Green Bape camouflage hoodie with the shark teeth I need Marielle to draw me, smoking, holding a forty It's Lord Streetz, pistol whip your jaw, you need false teeth (Run) Been a heartthrob making all of the pretty broads queef Peeling off in Porsche jeeps (Skrrt) My aura's more Dior crime connoisseur, broke whores can't afford me (Nuh-uh) She tryna orgy and suck me off for a tour tee Kick your shit in, fuck a door key I move raw like I'm Corky on a cold New York street (Haha) I need my money on the first and every time after (After) Cross the line and my slime clap ya (Bow, Bow) Hustling nigga that just happen to be a rapper You other niggas is a non-factor (You niggas washed) I need my money on the first and every time after (Uh huh) Cross the line and my slime clap ya (Boom, Boom) Hustling nigga that just happen to be a rapper You other niggas is a non-factor Ayo, hold up, the Tec fold up (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) M-16 out the Rolls truck Closest thing to perfection, 24 carat gold Lexus (Skrrt) My neck got necklace on top of necklace You reach, it's a death wish, I'll leave your chest swissed (Boom, boom, boom) German suplexes, hundred pounds, I did two sets I'm too blessed, you talk more and do less I talk less and rule the turf, peace to my earth We ride around in fiend rentals every first Thirty rocks got me an Inf in a J-30 "Whoop" to my nigga Jay Worthy (Woot) James banging at my place early (Ah) Pistol whipped the fuck nigga, knocked out his pearlies Cops chase us down Bailey, jumped out on Shirley Fiends draggin' by my ankle sayin', "West, serve me" I need my money on the first and every time after (After) Cross the line and my slime clap ya (Bow, Bow) Hustling nigga that just happen to be a rapper You other niggas is a non-factor (You niggas washed) I need my money on the first and every time after (Uh huh) Cross the line and my slime clap ya (Boom, Boom) Hustling nigga that just happen to be a rapper You other niggas is a non-factor (You niggas trash, fuck outta here)