Frank Lucas

[Intro] (Cook that shit up, Quay) [Verse] She keep jigging wit me she must wanna fuck 101, 69 Comaro seats buggin From the streets I seen a cousin kill his cousin It ain’t nothin, I done seen a brother tell on his brother them niggas real rats I ain’t puttin no fake money My videos these real racks Youngin rachin they ain’t Kodak But they know I get the skrilla My lil dawg look like a lion, he a full-blown killa Baby mama think I fucked a bitch we never even kicked it I need lean to clean my system Getting weed me and my sista Now I gotta deal with swishers Take his chain and then we dipped ‘em Can’t compare me cause I’m different I got hits on hits on hits And when I hop out know its smoke We got sticks on sticks on sticks I jus spent some millions on these diamonds Lobe earrings they’ll do things you will think I can’t cry I put my problems in the drank, yea I look up to Frank Lucas so I went and bought a mink [Open Verse]