Frank Lucas feat. Benny the Butcher

歌詞

Might just spill over on you Okay, I'm trying baby Nigga, my name is cocaine Yeah, uh, uh You niggas snitchin' gettin' time shaved Sold the book on my boost mobile, I boost the crime rate Tellin' all my hoes that I love 'em, I'm playin' mind games And bitches after your last dollar, they take your last name I'm married to this shit, I jumped off the porch then I jumped the room Bunny Rabbit gang, we be robbin' shit like the Romper Room Catch your Uber or lyzift, I sent the rezith The feds wanna turn the witness, I plead the fizith Been smokin' since 13, I fried my brain, so I ain't never stressin' I can't hold no grudges, Michael Thomas, bitch, I'm catchin' blessings Police tryna catch me, ain't gon' catch me ridin' without my weapon Panoramic roof off of on that coupe, I look like George Jetson Space Ghost Fentanyl, got a gas mask when I make dope I done seen a lot of OG's at this table havin' you taste dope I just got another case though, call me lawyer, hit him with the pesos Gotta cook a bird where the J's stay, got a play play for the yayo Been thuggin' since a youngin', I'm too legit to quit I keep this bitch in like my kinship, bustin' shots at the bitch I had the strap, she took the charge, I took that bitch on the trip Flew in her friends, jumped on the boat, I fucked them both Shit was lit, shit was lit Pray my soul keep dead low or lay me down The SWAT team might machine gun or grenade me down And if they do tear my people, just hold my babies down Nigga we need to go back the pages like it's the eighties now Yeah, fuck rap, bitch, I'm poppin' off of poppy seed My name cocaine ain't got put me in the nominees Since gangsta gears rolled back the bars, I see a lot of me Niggas is my sons, I wish they mommas would have swallowed these Nigga, cappin' ass nigga Jeezy used to say "Boy, you one rappin' ass nigga" I said I'm shippin' packs, I don't need no advance, nigga Niggas thought I took a loss, but I jumped off And I got richer, shit is funny when you think about it Rolex too big, I took a link up out it Frank Lucas I hit the closet, pulled the mink up out it Livin' this life, pussy dream about it, nigga Bury me with ratchets, let the feds tell it, apparently a magnum Gucci hoodie smell like kerosine and ashes Don't get carried away, I been up and look how carefully I stack it Got your advance check buried in the mattress We the Yankees on the pennant run You in need of soldiers, heard you rented some Tellin' war stories and you ain't been in none But look what I converted to from lettin' burners loose out convertibles My bitch gon' be the driver for a purse or two Nah, my finger never gon' point You know pussy best when it's moist Got a hammer and a brick from a plug I met in a joint Miami, Superbowl weekend, I got head in a Royce We chasin' cheddar of course, I wouldn't care if it's Deutsch It was either law school or dog food If I was makin' y'all moves, we all lose Make these sucker niggas pay, those was our rules You gon' need more guns and lucky horse shoes I never took an L, but a few loss to mind New loft down town and this view was hard to find Sold lines to abusers, now I'ma abuse y'all with lines I'm in this black thing, he ain't just a few cars behind I bought two of everything, they said "dude lost his mind" Two gold Cubans, like I'm tryin' too hard to shine Two whips, one a coupe that's too small to drive Two-car garage, two broad massage, yeah Niggas think I be frontin' But I just be talkin' that real shit I don't expect anybody to feel it though 'Cause y'all niggas not like that (Nobody talk that shit like I talk that shit nigga, let's go) With this .9 I got from the district, I'm shoppin' for Christian I'm in Vegas drippin' in jewelry I got from the district They say hustlin' like a disease, I'ma die with the symptoms Put three hundred grams on a brick, cut the pie into sixes The Butcher comin', nigga