Frank Gore Lyrics

Huh huh huh, I could give a fuck bout what a man say

Two different glocks on my side and I promise these motherfuckers really is hand made

Put that shit on ain't paying the fee I'm dripping got so many clothes and they fan made

Crash dummy he letting shit fly on the block, he ripping through shit like a band aid

I'm tanking through shit for the first down feeling like Frank Gore

Bitch see I'm having she must be the bank whore

Thought I was dumb the fuck is you making that face for

Bitch lost out she don't know what she missing

Ain't touching my rank bitch watch how I glisten

You think you can fuck with me gotta be kidding

They wish they was me they don't know how I'm living

Letting it sing like a trumpet

So many grails in the chive and I'm fighting to dump it

Cranking a nigga they bump it

Blood get to rushing all throughout my veins and it's pumping

Foreign clothes all on my body I can't even translate

So many promises can't make

Hop in the Stu get to slaving I'm making a banger

I'm getting fueled by the anger

Solo leveling there really isn't a cap to a nigga I'm feeling like Sung

I'm doing shits they couldn't do when they young

They saying I'm trash what the fuck are you dumb (the fuck)

They couldn't guard me gotta call for the double

He yapping we bursting his bubble (fuck)

Stay on my top you in trouble

He don't got what it takes to get out of the struggle

You would think that I hop on the beat and just say shit

You ain't fucking with me we can go one on one and I promise I bake shit

Closet is heavy I don't gotta fake shit

Brodie be sweet and he stuck on that cake shit

Stacking my racks so I don't gotta take shit

Nun into sumn and I really can shake shit

Damn, I bet you niggas ain't know I could rap like that

Telling you shits I don't cap like that

Bag me a bad bitch her ass so fat

Keep on playing bitch we will send him right up to the moon

He is now up in the sky he hearing them heavenly tunes

Huh huh huh, I could give a fuck bout what a man say

Two different glocks on my side and I promise these motherfuckers really is hand made

Put that shit on ain't paying the fee I'm dripping got so many clothes and they fan made

Crash dummy he letting shit fly on the block, he ripping through shit like a band aid

I'm tanking through shit for the first down feeling like Frank Gore

Bitch see I'm having she must be the bank whore

Thought I was dumb the fuck is you making that face for

Bitch lost out she don't know what she missing

Ain't touching my rank bitch watch how I glisten

You think you can fuck with me gotta be kidding

They wish they was me they don't know how I'm living