"Franklin" lyrics
(Yeah)
(Huh, ayeee, yuh)
(Huh, ah-ah, huh, ah)
(Huh, heyyy, yeah)
(Huh, yooo, yeah)
(Aye, 5love, keep this shit rollin')
(Yeah, huh, yeah)
Yo
Ho feel like Uzi, I love her wit' rage
Why'd I cut you off, then try to play wit' you?
On the road, I'm gon' rock out the stage
On a thottie, flex just like a vegetable
Know lil' Yotti gon' shoot it for days
Young brew trippin', they not finna play wit' you
If you go to sleep, just keep that K wit' you
Prada cocky and poppin', don't follow rules
That ain't love, you still stuck on that petty-shit
That ain't love, you fucked up, you a petty bitch
I don't buy her the "Shh"; she gon' throw a fit
In the splat I got LEGO-box on the stick
In the back of the splat, it's a hot-box
From the block to the hills, jus' like Franklin
Wit' my dawg, I just bought me a new chop'
I go back to the block, to my pavement
Know young Prada5 bringin' that cake aht
Shopping spree, everyday be your birthday
She go Vivienne Prince, she a mermaid
I go crazy, I don't got no Perc'-thang
Feel like Drake, I just need me a one-dance
Like YB, I was blind when they crossed me
I don't wan' shoot the chop', it got kickback
Put a "Brr" on the back of that Glock-thang
Oh, you went overseas, but ain't pop nun'?
Ho, you broke as the fuck, bitch, you need me
Grab a .30, ain't shootin' no stock-gun
Boy, don't play wit' the '5', know I'm bleeding
Them boys told me, "You fucked on that bitch, boy"
I'ma slime that boy out, he gon' feel me
I'ma slime that ho out, she gon' feel me
Ho, you brought so much mo'fuckin' pain to me
Hop in the 3-9-and-deuce tags
Shoot up the spot, they already know it was me
I fucked that ho on the Xanny bar
Kicked that ho out, she wasn't nun' to me
She fucked it up for, like, all the hoes
I don't even got no more love in me
Fucked up, I was jus' playin' my part
Locked down, I ain't had nun' to eat
Ho feel like Uzi, I love her wit' rage
Why'd I cut you off, then try to play wit' you?
On the road, I'm gon' rock out the stage
On a thottie, flex just like a vegetable
Know lil' Yotti gon' shoot it for days
Young brew trippin', they not finna play wit' you
If you go to sleep, just keep that K wit' you
Prada cocky and poppin', don't follow rules
That ain't love, you still stuck on that petty-shit
That ain't love, you fucked up, you a petty bitch
I don't buy her the "Shh"; she gon' throw a fit
In the splat I got LEGO-box on the stick
In the back of the splat, it's a hot-box
From the block to the hills, jus' like Franklin
Wit' my dawg, I just bought me a new chop'
I go back to the block, to my pavement
(Huh, ayeee, yuh)
(Huh, ah-ah, huh, ah)
(Huh, heyyy, yeah)
(Huh, yooo, yeah)
(Aye, 5love, keep this shit rollin')
(Yeah, huh, yeah)
Yo
Ho feel like Uzi, I love her wit' rage
Why'd I cut you off, then try to play wit' you?
On the road, I'm gon' rock out the stage
On a thottie, flex just like a vegetable
Know lil' Yotti gon' shoot it for days
Young brew trippin', they not finna play wit' you
If you go to sleep, just keep that K wit' you
Prada cocky and poppin', don't follow rules
That ain't love, you still stuck on that petty-shit
That ain't love, you fucked up, you a petty bitch
I don't buy her the "Shh"; she gon' throw a fit
In the splat I got LEGO-box on the stick
In the back of the splat, it's a hot-box
From the block to the hills, jus' like Franklin
Wit' my dawg, I just bought me a new chop'
I go back to the block, to my pavement
Know young Prada5 bringin' that cake aht
Shopping spree, everyday be your birthday
She go Vivienne Prince, she a mermaid
I go crazy, I don't got no Perc'-thang
Feel like Drake, I just need me a one-dance
Like YB, I was blind when they crossed me
I don't wan' shoot the chop', it got kickback
Put a "Brr" on the back of that Glock-thang
Oh, you went overseas, but ain't pop nun'?
Ho, you broke as the fuck, bitch, you need me
Grab a .30, ain't shootin' no stock-gun
Boy, don't play wit' the '5', know I'm bleeding
Them boys told me, "You fucked on that bitch, boy"
I'ma slime that boy out, he gon' feel me
I'ma slime that ho out, she gon' feel me
Ho, you brought so much mo'fuckin' pain to me
Hop in the 3-9-and-deuce tags
Shoot up the spot, they already know it was me
I fucked that ho on the Xanny bar
Kicked that ho out, she wasn't nun' to me
She fucked it up for, like, all the hoes
I don't even got no more love in me
Fucked up, I was jus' playin' my part
Locked down, I ain't had nun' to eat
Ho feel like Uzi, I love her wit' rage
Why'd I cut you off, then try to play wit' you?
On the road, I'm gon' rock out the stage
On a thottie, flex just like a vegetable
Know lil' Yotti gon' shoot it for days
Young brew trippin', they not finna play wit' you
If you go to sleep, just keep that K wit' you
Prada cocky and poppin', don't follow rules
That ain't love, you still stuck on that petty-shit
That ain't love, you fucked up, you a petty bitch
I don't buy her the "Shh"; she gon' throw a fit
In the splat I got LEGO-box on the stick
In the back of the splat, it's a hot-box
From the block to the hills, jus' like Franklin
Wit' my dawg, I just bought me a new chop'
I go back to the block, to my pavement
