[Intro]

Franky you a fool for this one man

(You're a fucking fool)

[Verse 1]

Can't chop it up, I'm with cash buy

I just got some old rims, the parking lot In-N-Out

Can't fuck with rap niggas, they be on weird shit

Automatic Glock 30, kill switch

Show 'em that it's lethal

Aim it at his people

Few things I can teach you

[?]

Bitch I feel like Jordan Peele clips, like a regal

My Mexican bought me extra seals, that's why he my people

[Verse 2]

.223 with a silencer, it don't make a sound

I feel like a junkie in that Rolls Royce, 'cause I'm coming down

[?] seen that nigga paperwork, he can't come around

Hit his wok with the K, now it got a frown

Got to smoke a blunt to this, 'cause this that trill shit

I ain't signing bullshit paperwork, I need a mill ticket

[Verse 3]

I just downed a whole four, now I'm on trill shit

She gon get a nigga four, 'cause she a trill bitch

Bitch I'm sippin' ack in Texas, I feel like Fat Pat

Tooth, I want my full of gold I feel like fat rat

Another opp has seen his day, we smoke a blunt to that

She ain't know what to say, met a real nigga full of fent

Drank Baby toting baby K, I'm quite fond of that

Chopper shoot like razor blades, but they got time to tack