Anne Frank
Know what I'm sayin', Zoo
Nah, that shit done kicked in
Know what I'm sayin'
What we doin' Raw//
You know
Really got to feel my campaign
Know what I'm sayin'
Really got to dig my campaign
My rubberband pop it, probably scratch the candy paint
The address on my driver's license say the damn bank
Got hundreds in my attic, they be old as Anne Frank
You know what to do when you get these racks??
Just hide them quick
Nigga, when he show his mama sister or his side, bitch
When its TV's fallin' out the roof, you need your fire-stick
They gon' hate to see you ballin', bruh, that make they eyes itch
& I'm pullin' off in Hellcat, my tires slick
My vert don't need a mechanic, it need psychiatrist
I damn near lost my whole mind, just buyin' Tris
My car ain't got no roof, I can pump my gas from inside this bitch
Ion even sell dro, I wake up with a elbow
I'm leavin' brand-new Louis on the YSL flow
We at a Chanel show, she ain't even been to the Chanel store
Canary cost too much, I bought that shit on Melrose
We really play with them M's outside the bank
My bitch, she look like Kim, she fine, she ranked
You wanted to leave the mob? alive?, you can't
I'm border line diabetic from this fuckin' drankkkk.
My plug'll throw four thousand passing yards im tank dell
My boy got 35, his first crime, he ain't tell
Sometime the game fails, but I play with the same players
Soon as my fame scaled, I hit the trap house and I went hell
Came straight out the streets, I popped up on the block like Ezell
Dog just did a dime without a dime and still wished me well
When your Benz abbreviated, Mercedes send you emails
I couldnt make the baby shower, I made sure bro made his bill
All these pills and pounds and pints of drank, we slangin' retail
Chop to top right off a foreign body, the brain been derailed
Post up in another hood, have auntie bring me a scale
N****s ballin' in the Feds, you can't even blame Jail.
From the condo, see the ocean flow, we eatin' off the shells
Crib connected to the beach, my son be tryin' to keep snails
Seen a Bentley shadow floatin' below, it look like a whale
Nobu Malibu and I could've just been with you in a cell
Front my dope to Uncle O, he gave me half what he sell
Smoker tap the pipe and wash the car with flawless detail
Silent n****s behind the wall and I pray they all could prevail
Slab ceiling open slow, look like I'm liftin' a spell
Nephew ballin' at just eleven, he talkin' bout a V12
Told my girl to count the racks, now she got three broken nails
Glass house, the Mega Mansion, pass by, you see layers
Put elevators inside the house, like we just ain't keep the stairs
Told my driver, it's time to go hit the road, it's only one more bale
Got this prezi and got this pole, I'm bouta go vote for some pale
Grass greener than new Bottega, bags, yeah, we the NFL.
Stack of dirty politicians on me, I can't be the mayor.
Really got to dig my campaign
My rubber band poppin', probably scratch the candy paint
The address on my driver's license say the damn bank
Got hunnids in my attic, they be old as Anne Frank
You know what to do when you get these racks, just hide them quick
N***a wouldn't even show his momma, sister or his side bitch
When this TV's fallin' off the roof, you need your fire sticks
They gon' hate to see you ballin', brother, it make they eyes itch
Nah, that shit done kicked in
Know what I'm sayin'
What we doin' Raw//
You know
Really got to feel my campaign
Know what I'm sayin'
Really got to dig my campaign
My rubberband pop it, probably scratch the candy paint
The address on my driver's license say the damn bank
Got hundreds in my attic, they be old as Anne Frank
You know what to do when you get these racks??
Just hide them quick
Nigga, when he show his mama sister or his side, bitch
When its TV's fallin' out the roof, you need your fire-stick
They gon' hate to see you ballin', bruh, that make they eyes itch
& I'm pullin' off in Hellcat, my tires slick
My vert don't need a mechanic, it need psychiatrist
I damn near lost my whole mind, just buyin' Tris
My car ain't got no roof, I can pump my gas from inside this bitch
Ion even sell dro, I wake up with a elbow
I'm leavin' brand-new Louis on the YSL flow
We at a Chanel show, she ain't even been to the Chanel store
Canary cost too much, I bought that shit on Melrose
We really play with them M's outside the bank
My bitch, she look like Kim, she fine, she ranked
You wanted to leave the mob? alive?, you can't
I'm border line diabetic from this fuckin' drankkkk.
My plug'll throw four thousand passing yards im tank dell
My boy got 35, his first crime, he ain't tell
Sometime the game fails, but I play with the same players
Soon as my fame scaled, I hit the trap house and I went hell
Came straight out the streets, I popped up on the block like Ezell
Dog just did a dime without a dime and still wished me well
When your Benz abbreviated, Mercedes send you emails
I couldnt make the baby shower, I made sure bro made his bill
All these pills and pounds and pints of drank, we slangin' retail
Chop to top right off a foreign body, the brain been derailed
Post up in another hood, have auntie bring me a scale
N****s ballin' in the Feds, you can't even blame Jail.
From the condo, see the ocean flow, we eatin' off the shells
Crib connected to the beach, my son be tryin' to keep snails
Seen a Bentley shadow floatin' below, it look like a whale
Nobu Malibu and I could've just been with you in a cell
Front my dope to Uncle O, he gave me half what he sell
Smoker tap the pipe and wash the car with flawless detail
Silent n****s behind the wall and I pray they all could prevail
Slab ceiling open slow, look like I'm liftin' a spell
Nephew ballin' at just eleven, he talkin' bout a V12
Told my girl to count the racks, now she got three broken nails
Glass house, the Mega Mansion, pass by, you see layers
Put elevators inside the house, like we just ain't keep the stairs
Told my driver, it's time to go hit the road, it's only one more bale
Got this prezi and got this pole, I'm bouta go vote for some pale
Grass greener than new Bottega, bags, yeah, we the NFL.
Stack of dirty politicians on me, I can't be the mayor.
Really got to dig my campaign
My rubber band poppin', probably scratch the candy paint
The address on my driver's license say the damn bank
Got hunnids in my attic, they be old as Anne Frank
You know what to do when you get these racks, just hide them quick
N***a wouldn't even show his momma, sister or his side bitch
When this TV's fallin' off the roof, you need your fire sticks
They gon' hate to see you ballin', brother, it make they eyes itch
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Writer(s): Koshua Hendricks
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