letra de frank nitty - fbe starks & babyfxce e
[intro]
(lorenz, don’t stop)
(fbe sh-t)
[verse 1: fbe starks]
i had to toss another glock, the boys steady tryna get me
i’m out here ridin’ with plan b, that mean i’m ridin’ ’round with fifty
she text me out the blue she hate me, so i’m knowin’ that she miss me
i put my b-tch in new designer, she don’t own a pair of miss mes
i’m in this sh-t by myself, i don’t need a whole committee
mvp of this b-tch, i feel like frank nitty
you ain’t even got no clothes, why you tryna throw a fit with me?
you ain’t never been on the road, why you tryna go on a trip with me?
me and will on hill road, no, you can’t get filled for free
shout out to the hoes who never chosе, they f-cked him and me
if somеbody try to do you bold, that’s your enemy
i can’t let ’em catch me with no pole, that’s the end of me
you must’ve heard we catch up with n-ggas
i got a freaky-ass chop, it like touchin’ n-ggas
this b-tch done f-cked the whole block, now she cuffin’ n-ggas
i’ll never wait in line, i like cuttin’ n-ggas
b-tch, i’ll never drink off you, you catch nut for n-ggas
b-tch, why the f-ck would i trust you and i don’t trust my n-ggas?
when i pull up outside, i get to rushin’ b-tches
we be outside in e west with them russian b-tches
why you tryna bring a cum rag to the riches?
why this b-tch outside poppin’ bottles and she ain’t do the dishes?
starks for president, b-tch, i’m still the leading politician
the only way you talkin’ to me if you got a proposition
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
i just seen me and starks in here, it ain’t no competition
no playin’ both sides, you either with us or you the opposition
all chops got a drum on it, but the glock extended
bullets hit his head so fast, he can’ comprehend it
you wanna f-ck in them pretty panties, then pull ’em to the side
make another five, then put it to the side
if them boys hand me that bag, then tell them n-ggas slide
you n-ggas can’t move how i move, but you can go and try
yeah, i ain’t playin’ in this b-tch
i done f-cked her so good, i got her friends on my d-ck
n-ggas talkin’ crazy in the party like what you sayin’ in this b-tch?
if i ain’t got my glock on me, then i’m throwin’ hands in this b-tch
but that’ll never happen
man, i always got my pole, b-tch, i’m never lackin’
anybody can fall from the top, that’s why i’m never braggin’
if you don’t know me by now, n-gga, then you better ask me
hit him with an old-school chop, this b-tch a lever action
boy, you not cut, you just a wannabe
when i’m outside, you see them k!llers right in front of me
money on my left side and on my right is where my gun’d be
when i was young, i ain’t really had no pape’, they made fun of me
now look, now they can’t f-ck with me
i’m in the stu’ runnin’ sh-t, i’m with fbe
fast dudes slidin’ back-to-back, we in an srt
b-tch, i don’t care if you just clocked out, i’m finna work your knees, n-gga
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