Frank

Lyrics

[Verse 1: DaBoii] Facing all my 'Woods to the neck, I can't focus Big dawg, this bitch bark louder than Beethoven Cock it back and shoot, the handle, the safe broken We don't take the opps serious, 'cause they joking Them just likes up on the 'Gram, don't let it get into your head I can't trust me not a soul, so I keep one up in the head And it's a leash 'round this bitch neck, she still gon' do what Simon says And everybody bleed the same, can't stop this B shit once it shed When I rap, they pay attention, bitch turn me up every night Seen my brother in that casket, had me bending every block Bro gon' get it out the bitch, he tryna send him every thot Don't tell that ho your whereabouts, 'cause she'll give up every drop Bro said he got the work, let's put some shit in motion If she really 'bout her bag, then that bitch promoted I almost drowned, is that a lake? Or is your shit an ocean? Better take y'all cover if we opps, bro will get to blowing [Chorus: Bagboy Mell] Bitch, I'm really in the field with the gang Spent a lot, eleven thousand on a chain Heard your dawg getting money, but he lame Bitch, I got that thing, don't make me catch a stain Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch, got a thousand-some Perkys in a Range If the boys get behind me, flee the scene Bitch, my lean game broke, but I got 'caine Chopper hold a Frank', I ain't gotta aim [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] Gettin' brain, pushing up my glasses just like a nerd She DM like, "Hey" 'cause I got chicken, bitch, this not a farm Need to stop, drop, and roll, I snuck in that firearm Yeah, got that blicky on me, like I'm 'bout to turn Send him home, put it in my hands, watch me get it gone Send a code, this ain't UFC, but I'm getting 'bows Pick a ho, since you love this bitch, nigga, here you go From the 4, niggas switching up like a pick and roll I can't even tell who really real no more Got so many styles, I got different flows Ayy, soon as they walk in, have bro check 'em for a wire I'ma call your bitch Giannis, she the stuffer and the driver She gon' suck it like a demon every time, oh, this bitch fire I don't even like this ho, I just love her job at Meijers Ayy, my gay bitch just wanna taste it, say she hate dick I like them skinny, thick bitches can't take dick Taught my youngin how to outsmart the machines that take chips He in school getting punches, everybody hates Chris My dawg in jail, I'm tryna help his bitch pay rent 'Cause I know if I'm jammed, my baby gon' do the same shit [Chorus: Bagboy Mell] Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm really in the field with the gang Spent a lot, eleven thousand on a chain Heard your dawg getting money, but he lame Bitch, I got that thing, don't make me catch a stain Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch, got a thousand-some Perkys in a Range If the boys get behind me, flee the scene Bitch, my lean game broke, but I got 'caine Chopper hold a Frank', I ain't gotta aim