Bitch, I'm Franchise, the basketballer who they gotta see

I can't take my old bitch back

until she says she proud of me

I ain't never moving from my city

nigga, I'm too deep in the streets

Nigga, you a crash dummy, I don't care when you slide

Ain't no masks needed, we want credit this time

I can't even lie, it fuck me up you still alive

I'd pay like twenty K just to find out where y'all hide

Don't let us catch you with your pants down

all Amiri on my pants now

I know you ain't mean to crash

but you was drivin' with your head down

Nigga, it's a switch on all our

choppers and they hundred rounds

I'ma keep that shit a hundred

nigga, even when we walkin' down

I just left Revivе, my white girl at Lululemon

That nigga got a foul mouth

I promise wе gon' shoot him in it

Everybody was just rich

did y'all save it or y'all spent it?

I promise it's gon' hit my phone

when that store get a new shipment

Steak and lamb for my appetite, I'm rich, I ain't actin nice

I promise when I hear the news about you, I'ma drink a pint

I keep rollin', rollin'

rollin' like I'm Tay-K when he had the bike

I hate her nigga

be callin' her phone when she spend the night

This 'Wood a three-five, you can't smoke with me

Niggas really fans, they just want a pic' with me

This chop go fa-fa-fa, to me, that's A-B-C

I throw up a F and then throw up a C

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