"Frankie's Back" lyrics
M Huncho & Potter Payper Lyrics
I was 16 when I got nicked for a shooting
Olders put me on the strip before you knew it as grooming
Every time I came home I'd try find me a crack house
Or a 8-ball of sniff 'cause everybody was tooting
And everybody 'round here is in gangs or recruiting
Or gang star reforming, nobody saluting
Been exposed to this shit so long it made me a mutant
In my factory set diamonds and my bezels are fluted
Two piece and my nine that's suited and booted
I got boxes on the floor, did we leave or we moving
I've been a G by myself, it's scientifically proven
I know love is just a word, I know pain's an illusion
Please don't tell me about your problems if you don't want solutions
I treat rap like the trap so they're calling me ruthless
Please don't tell me about no waps 'cause I'm buying them toothless
Frankie with the four eyes now he thinks he's Frank Lucas
White ash certified from my own boutique
If they ask, tell the truth, I never sold you weed
I'm a hustler by nature, it's my whole routine
I wake up and go get it, what the fuck you mean
What the fuck I look like, I can rap and I can cook white
Read and I book write and I'm in the rap game moving like I'm Suge White
You remember me, we had a good fight
Fuck a hook, boy I got a hook knife
Since I was on my push bike
Stuck on the road I never looked twice
What you talking 'bout, we're the wise guys, the good guys
I was flying packs before I took flight
I treat business like bouj lines
She like hood vibes, she got tan lines
Fuck her ten times in the same night
Barely get her name right
Why they call him broad day
Do it in the day light
Stuck that pussy up against the wall like the train times
Olders put me on the strip before you knew it as grooming
Every time I came home I'd try find me a crack house
Or a 8-ball of sniff 'cause everybody was tooting
And everybody 'round here is in gangs or recruiting
Or gang star reforming, nobody saluting
Been exposed to this shit so long it made me a mutant
In my factory set diamonds and my bezels are fluted
Two piece and my nine that's suited and booted
I got boxes on the floor, did we leave or we moving
I've been a G by myself, it's scientifically proven
I know love is just a word, I know pain's an illusion
Please don't tell me about your problems if you don't want solutions
I treat rap like the trap so they're calling me ruthless
Please don't tell me about no waps 'cause I'm buying them toothless
Frankie with the four eyes now he thinks he's Frank Lucas
White ash certified from my own boutique
If they ask, tell the truth, I never sold you weed
I'm a hustler by nature, it's my whole routine
I wake up and go get it, what the fuck you mean
What the fuck I look like, I can rap and I can cook white
Read and I book write and I'm in the rap game moving like I'm Suge White
You remember me, we had a good fight
Fuck a hook, boy I got a hook knife
Since I was on my push bike
Stuck on the road I never looked twice
What you talking 'bout, we're the wise guys, the good guys
I was flying packs before I took flight
I treat business like bouj lines
She like hood vibes, she got tan lines
Fuck her ten times in the same night
Barely get her name right
Why they call him broad day
Do it in the day light
Stuck that pussy up against the wall like the train times
