Frankie Carbone

Lyrics

[Intro: Smoke DZA] Most consistent [?] Better fits And my interviews is hotter 183rd Street Holla [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Back to japan Get ……… on the phone We get money, nigga Fuck where you rank me, I'm on First off i'd like to thank me, I'm stoned They janky, they clones Cmon, I'm iced cold, bitch Frankie carbone Rallying up the troops Homie was wallin of the juice I had to kick him in his ass I had $2,000 boots Don't be a victim on the ave Your older homie was the proof I'm from an era buddle up niggas Would rob you for your goose Hol' up, you was never a star You carried kittles, nigga You from a lineage of little niggas You in the middle Sorta like second fiddle Trying to belittle niggas You ever questioned how you living, nigga Game changer, underdogs taking the lead Boss nigga but my purpose bigger than me Pick of the litter Pick up the tree for a fee Hit the bakery and holla at chee Godspeed [Interlude: Nym Lo] I look like a boss I feel like a boss I smell like a boss I taste like a boss Lo [Verse 2: Nym Lo] I pop shit bottles and tags I promise you that Whip the color with detergent On the top is a rag Headquarters is the block on the ave My little homie like the hot shit and brag He puts in work like time in a half Napkin tucked in my shirt As i fine dine Japanese [?] I got a strip I put DO in his prime time You was screaming gang gang 5th was screaming gang gang And a pair 680's 40 real hyper Gortex I fuck with money niggas We all fresh We all got it out the …….. My little man scams with the cardis like offset We had the …. So we did it for the culture Said he want to ball in miami like he supposed to Guess that makes me __________ Pretty bitch that swallowing she in the rover As long as I promise together toes done (Lo)