Frank Lucas (Explicit)

Might just spill over on you

Okay I'm trying baby

N***a my name is c*caine

Yeah uh uh

You n***as snitchin' gettin' time shaved

Sold the book on my boost mobile I boost the crime rate

Tellin' all my h*es that I love 'em I'm playin' mind games

And b*tches after your last dollar they take your last name

I'm married to this s**t I jumped off the porch then I jumped the room

Bunny Rabbit gang we be robbin' s**t like 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 b*tch 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 d*pe

I done seen a lot of OG's at this table havin' you taste d*pe

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 b*tch in like my kinship bustin' shots at the b*tch

I had the strap she took the charge I took that b*tch on the trip

Flew in her friends jumped on the boat I f**ked them both

S**t was lit s**t 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

N***a we need to go back the pages like it's the eighties now

Yeah f**k rap b*tch I'm poppin' off of poppy seed

My name c*caine ain't got put me in the nominees

Since gangsta gears rolled back the bars I see a lot of me

N***as is my sons I wish they mommas would have swallowed these

N***a cappin' a*s n***a

Jeezy used to say Boy you one rappin' a*s n***a

I said I'm shippin' packs I don't need no advance n***a

N***as thought I took a loss but I jumped off

And I got richer s**t 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 p*ssy dream about it n***a

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 b*tch gon' be the driver for a purse or two

Nah my finger never gon' point

You know p*ssy 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 n***as 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

N***as think I be frontin'

But I just be talkin' that real s**t

I don't expect anybody to feel it though

'Cause y'all n***as not like that

Nobody talk that s**t like I talk that s**t n***a 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' n***a