Frank Lucas

(Cook that shit up, Quay)

She keep jigging wit me she must wanna fuck
101, 69 Comaro seats buggin
From the streets I seen a
Cousin kill his cousin it ain’t nothin
I done seen a brother tell on
His brother them niggas real rats
I ain’t puttin no fake money
My videos these real racks
Youngin rachin they ain’t Kodak
But they know I get the skrilla
My lil dawg look like a lion
He a full-blown killa
Baby mama think I fucked a bitch
We never even kicked it
I need lean to clean my system
Getting weed me and my sista
Now I gotta deal with swishers
Take his chain and then we dipped ‘em
Can’t compare me cause I’m different
I got hit's on hit's on hit's
And when I hop out know it's smoke
We got sticks on sticks on sticks
I jus spent some millions on these diamonds
Lobe earrings they’ll do things
You will think
I can’t cry I put my problems in the drank
Yea i look up to Frank Lucas so
I went and bought a mink