Franchise shit
Ayyyyy
Pullin' nighters every day, back to back, I been slammin
Every day is phone fights, Jack for Jack, my shit bammin
I love the hustle every morning, I wake up and get to crammin
My fingers damn near get to itchin, all these G's I'm rubber bandin
Seven niggas got that belt, yeah, I'm makin' bodies drop
Five shots through his chest, Out here talkin' like he hot
Six hoes beatin' down my jack, tellin' me to stop
Seven, five, six, always spinnin, We love bendin' blocks
Devil on my shoulder, you know I never fold
That rat said he held it down, but that nigga told
He out here talkin' out his neck when he get bold
And we gon' slime his ass out, make sure the chain gold
I catch him lackin' broad day, you know I'm out here givin' belt
We sendin' bodies out on stretchers, man, they ass gon' need some help
All that help they gon' be gettin, but I'm seein' body bags
Catching opps for fun, I'm out here playin' with em like it's tag
On my baby
That shit I made in a y'all can't even hollon
Ayy
That shit I made in a month, y'all can't even touch
This Glock stay right on my hip, watch how quick I clutch
He speakin' down on franchise, we gon' make em hush
They keep on actin' like they tough, we gon' send em up
They keep on actin' like they tough, they gon' meet they maker
I'm out here really dumpin' grits, I ain't talkin' Quaker
I'm throwin' dimes, I'm the one, like I'm Jordan Baker
I'm gettin' stocky in the kitchen, real brick breaker
Like my nigga Jo said, stack your cheese, it's time to fast
Took a break from rappin' lately, I been really in my bag
Binary trigger with a switch, you don't see no lag
Niggas all for the net, dissin' man yall some fags
Ayy
Pullin' nighters every day, back to back, I been slammin
Every day it's phone fights, Jack for Jack, my shit bammin
My fingers damn near get to itchin, all these G's I'm rubber bandin
Seven niggas got that belt, yeah, I'm makin' bodies drop
Five shots through his chest, Out here talkin' like he hot
Six hoes beatin' down my jack, tellin' me to stop
Seven, five, six, always spinning, we love bending blocks
On my baby, niggas really can't f*ck with us
Ayy
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English
Franchise shit
Ayyyyy
Pullin' nighters every day, back to back, I been slammin
Every day is phone fights, Jack for Jack, my shit bammin
I love the hustle every morning, I wake up and get to crammin
My fingers damn near get to itchin, all these G's I'm rubber bandin
Seven niggas got that belt, yeah, I'm makin' bodies drop
Five shots through his chest, Out here talkin' like he hot
Six hoes beatin' down my jack, tellin' me to stop
Seven, five, six, always spinnin, We love bendin' blocks
Devil on my shoulder, you know I never fold
That rat said he held it down, but that nigga told
He out here talkin' out his neck when he get bold
And we gon' slime his ass out, make sure the chain gold
I catch him lackin' broad day, you know I'm out here givin' belt
We sendin' bodies out on stretchers, man, they ass gon' need some help
All that help they gon' be gettin, but I'm seein' body bags
Catching opps for fun, I'm out here playin' with em like it's tag
On my baby
That shit I made in a y'all can't even hollon
Ayy
That shit I made in a month, y'all can't even touch
This Glock stay right on my hip, watch how quick I clutch
He speakin' down on franchise, we gon' make em hush
They keep on actin' like they tough, we gon' send em up
They keep on actin' like they tough, they gon' meet they maker
I'm out here really dumpin' grits, I ain't talkin' Quaker
I'm throwin' dimes, I'm the one, like I'm Jordan Baker
I'm gettin' stocky in the kitchen, real brick breaker
Like my nigga Jo said, stack your cheese, it's time to fast
Took a break from rappin' lately, I been really in my bag
Binary trigger with a switch, you don't see no lag
Niggas all for the net, dissin' man yall some fags
Ayy
Pullin' nighters every day, back to back, I been slammin
Every day it's phone fights, Jack for Jack, my shit bammin
My fingers damn near get to itchin, all these G's I'm rubber bandin
Seven niggas got that belt, yeah, I'm makin' bodies drop
Five shots through his chest, Out here talkin' like he hot
Six hoes beatin' down my jack, tellin' me to stop
Seven, five, six, always spinning, we love bending blocks
On my baby, niggas really can't f*ck with us
Ayy
Ayyyyy
Pullin' nighters every day, back to back, I been slammin
Every day is phone fights, Jack for Jack, my shit bammin
I love the hustle every morning, I wake up and get to crammin
My fingers damn near get to itchin, all these G's I'm rubber bandin
Seven niggas got that belt, yeah, I'm makin' bodies drop
Five shots through his chest, Out here talkin' like he hot
Six hoes beatin' down my jack, tellin' me to stop
Seven, five, six, always spinnin, We love bendin' blocks
Devil on my shoulder, you know I never fold
That rat said he held it down, but that nigga told
He out here talkin' out his neck when he get bold
And we gon' slime his ass out, make sure the chain gold
I catch him lackin' broad day, you know I'm out here givin' belt
We sendin' bodies out on stretchers, man, they ass gon' need some help
All that help they gon' be gettin, but I'm seein' body bags
Catching opps for fun, I'm out here playin' with em like it's tag
On my baby
That shit I made in a y'all can't even hollon
Ayy
That shit I made in a month, y'all can't even touch
This Glock stay right on my hip, watch how quick I clutch
He speakin' down on franchise, we gon' make em hush
They keep on actin' like they tough, we gon' send em up
They keep on actin' like they tough, they gon' meet they maker
I'm out here really dumpin' grits, I ain't talkin' Quaker
I'm throwin' dimes, I'm the one, like I'm Jordan Baker
I'm gettin' stocky in the kitchen, real brick breaker
Like my nigga Jo said, stack your cheese, it's time to fast
Took a break from rappin' lately, I been really in my bag
Binary trigger with a switch, you don't see no lag
Niggas all for the net, dissin' man yall some fags
Ayy
Pullin' nighters every day, back to back, I been slammin
Every day it's phone fights, Jack for Jack, my shit bammin
My fingers damn near get to itchin, all these G's I'm rubber bandin
Seven niggas got that belt, yeah, I'm makin' bodies drop
Five shots through his chest, Out here talkin' like he hot
Six hoes beatin' down my jack, tellin' me to stop
Seven, five, six, always spinning, we love bending blocks
On my baby, niggas really can't f*ck with us
Ayy
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