Frank Gore

Huh huh huh, I could give a f*ck bout what a man say Two different glocks on my side and I promise these motherfuckers really is hand made Put that shit on ain't paying the fee I'm dripping got so many clothes and they fan made Crash dummy he letting shit fly on the block, he ripping through shit like a band aid I'm tanking through shit for the first down feeling like Frank Gore Bitch see I'm having she must be the bank whore Thought I was dumb the f*ck is you making that face for Bitch lost out she don't know what she missing Ain't touching my rank bitch watch how I glisten You think you can f*ck with me gotta be kidding They wish they was me they don't know how I'm living Letting it sing like a trumpet So many grails in the chive and I'm fighting to dump it Cranking a nigga they bump it Blood get to rushing all throughout my veins and it's pumping Foreign clothes all on my body I can't even translate So many promises can't make Hop in the Stu get to slaving I'm making a banger I'm getting fueled by the anger Solo leveling there really isn't a cap to a nigga I'm feeling like Sung I'm doing shits they couldn't do when they young They saying I'm trash what the f*ck are you dumb (the f*ck) They couldn't guard me gotta call for the double He yapping we bursting his bubble (f*ck) Stay on my top you in trouble He don't got what it takes to get out of the struggle You would think that I hop on the beat and just say shit You ain't fucking with me we can go one on one and I promise I bake shit Closet is heavy I don't gotta fake shit Brodie be sweet and he stuck on that cake shit Stacking my racks so I don't gotta take shit Nun into sumn and I really can shake shit Damn, I bet you niggas ain't know I could rap like that Telling you shits I don't cap like that Bag me a bad bitch her ass so fat Keep on playing bitch we will send him right up to the moon He is now up in the sky he hearing them heavenly tunes Huh huh huh, I could give a f*ck bout what a man say Two different glocks on my side and I promise these motherfuckers really is hand made Put that shit on ain't paying the fee I'm dripping got so many clothes and they fan made Crash dummy he letting shit fly on the block, he ripping through shit like a band aid I'm tanking through shit for the first down feeling like Frank Gore Bitch see I'm having she must be the bank whore Thought I was dumb the f*ck is you making that face for Bitch lost out she don't know what she missing Ain't touching my rank bitch watch how I glisten You think you can f*ck with me gotta be kidding They wish they was me they don't know how I'm living