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]