Not Us
Franchise, Franchise
(Kid Wond3r, you made this?)
Franchise, Franchise
Them niggas that be gossipin' and broke, they is not us
Leave your Trackhawk around gang, it's gon' be our truck (huh)
It's so many bad bitches on me, I ain't even got one
I'm shooting with this Glock, flip the switch, and it'll act up
On the FaceTime with Snow, he got about 80 on his neck (on his neck)
Fuck your P-O-A and P-P-P, I got a real check
You the one that think you hard, we ain't play the song yet
I swear to God these niggas weak, I ain't cutting on shit
AMG hard top just for when a nigga chillin'
I knew way before the news, shit, that's 'cause my niggas did it
If you fuck with 'еm, duck with 'em when this choppa's spitting
I swear to God, my first dеal gon' be ten to 20 million
I got a rich nigga appetite, I be eating lavish
12 hundred for these shorts, I don't care, I gotta have 'em
Three hundred dollar steak, it feel like I'm eating fashion
Three hundred dollar steak, I'm gon' treat it like a salad
Take a sip, then I feel good
You know you can't afford to move
I send them hitters, it won't look good
My niggas who stay loyal, that's the one's I'm proud of
Shit, my nigga say I'm trippin', put that nigga in a wood (Franchise, Franchise)
Brodie nodded off, I think the aliens done took him
Niggas out here fake sippin', this ain't nothing to be proud of
I ain't have to pay a dollar, they gonna do it off of all love
FN 57, shit, it look like a toy gun
My house so big, I could fit a whole community
Swear to God, I've been gettin' so much money, it's like it's two of me
I be seeing through all that fake shit, they just some wannabes
I promise I'ma do it like I'm Future, boy, you Jodeci
Let's talk pints, name a young nigga who drink more than me
I heard your man stood on the stand like a spelling bee
I promise my outfit ain't from here, it's from overseas
I been told her to leave me alone, she still callin' me
I been gettin' money for so long, it ain't new to me
I swear to God, she love my cologne, she all over me
I'm all hit, you gon' need a bag for a verse from me
I love that wock, I just lick all on her, she so good to me
Yeah, no fap
Shit like that
Ayy, them niggas that be broke and gossipin', they is not us
No fap
(Kid Wond3r, you made this?)
Franchise, Franchise
Them niggas that be gossipin' and broke, they is not us
Leave your Trackhawk around gang, it's gon' be our truck (huh)
It's so many bad bitches on me, I ain't even got one
I'm shooting with this Glock, flip the switch, and it'll act up
On the FaceTime with Snow, he got about 80 on his neck (on his neck)
Fuck your P-O-A and P-P-P, I got a real check
You the one that think you hard, we ain't play the song yet
I swear to God these niggas weak, I ain't cutting on shit
AMG hard top just for when a nigga chillin'
I knew way before the news, shit, that's 'cause my niggas did it
If you fuck with 'еm, duck with 'em when this choppa's spitting
I swear to God, my first dеal gon' be ten to 20 million
I got a rich nigga appetite, I be eating lavish
12 hundred for these shorts, I don't care, I gotta have 'em
Three hundred dollar steak, it feel like I'm eating fashion
Three hundred dollar steak, I'm gon' treat it like a salad
Take a sip, then I feel good
You know you can't afford to move
I send them hitters, it won't look good
My niggas who stay loyal, that's the one's I'm proud of
Shit, my nigga say I'm trippin', put that nigga in a wood (Franchise, Franchise)
Brodie nodded off, I think the aliens done took him
Niggas out here fake sippin', this ain't nothing to be proud of
I ain't have to pay a dollar, they gonna do it off of all love
FN 57, shit, it look like a toy gun
My house so big, I could fit a whole community
Swear to God, I've been gettin' so much money, it's like it's two of me
I be seeing through all that fake shit, they just some wannabes
I promise I'ma do it like I'm Future, boy, you Jodeci
Let's talk pints, name a young nigga who drink more than me
I heard your man stood on the stand like a spelling bee
I promise my outfit ain't from here, it's from overseas
I been told her to leave me alone, she still callin' me
I been gettin' money for so long, it ain't new to me
I swear to God, she love my cologne, she all over me
I'm all hit, you gon' need a bag for a verse from me
I love that wock, I just lick all on her, she so good to me
Yeah, no fap
Shit like that
Ayy, them niggas that be broke and gossipin', they is not us
No fap
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Writer(s): Anthony Beecham, Jaelin Parker, Malcolm Lawson-stribling
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