(+) FRANCHISE
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Mmm hmm hmm
Mmm hmm hmm
Yup in my white tee yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype please
Uh they gon' wipe you before you wipe me
On boxes of checks not my Nikes (Yeah)
Cacti's not no iced tea (Ah)
Uh got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
Uh you need more than
Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh I just called up bae
To get a hi fey (Ah ooh)
Incredible ici ici general
I just start the label
Just to sign me (Woo woo woo)
Uh me and CHASE connected like we
Siamese (Woo woo woo ooh ooh)
We been on the run felt like a crime spree
Talk to me nicely (Yeah)
I seen his face (Seen it)
Yup on his white tee uh (Let's go)
Yeah yeah call the Sprite people
(Call 'em hol' on brrt)
Private flight to France tryna sight
See (On private flights brrat)
Popped 'em in his hands
He was typin' (Da da da)
Caterpillar 'Rari
I fold it lift it up (Up)
I went on the stand
Told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million
Told the Devil Keep the luck (Luck)
Keep the keep the ho (Uh uh) RIP
Pop keep that smoke (Ayy slatt)
Ayy talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on the chain
That ain't like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings you can't
Tie me (Scotts with the hol' on bitch)
I'm higher than the plane I'm where the Skypes
Be (Doo doo doo doo hee)
Yeah yep in my slime tee (Doo doo doo hee)
Princey in his prime hee
(Doo doo doo doo hee)
Yellowbone too feisty hee (Doo
Doo doo doo doo hee)
Clean him up no napkin hee (Doo)
Yup in my white tee (Yeah) yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype
Please (It's lit)
They gon' wipe you before you wipe me
On boxes of checks not my Nikes (Ooh yeah)
Excuse me si si si si si si si
Don't be missin' man
Mississippi dip a sippy
Make him happy make him copy
Make him get me Chippi Chippi (Yeah)
There's a lot I'm goin to spend
Tell me when you need me to pull up
You goin' to shootout while I spin
Trippin' like I'm trigger happy
Salt fish ackee ackee golf buggy
Kawasaki catch a fish Sushi maki livin' life
London city left the town (Ah)
Thug and Travis be that fam
Yeah you know that (Slatt)
And when they free us out
It's gonna be film a Kodak (Yeah)
Shoot me pourin' right
Above the rim like Pollack
I've been rippin' and runnin'
Not slippin' or slidin' athletic tendencies
I've been up since cheffin' it
Whippin' it to the base rock
I provide the remedy (Let's go)
When we open gates up at Utopia (It's lit)
It's like Zootopia
You see the crosses over ya (Yeah)
That's how you know it's us
At 4 A M I'm phonin' ya'
Not for no shoulder rub
Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up
They way they fold and tuck
Yup in my white tee (Yeah) yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype please
Yeah they gon' wipe you before you wipe me
Yeah on boxes of checks not my
Checks not my
I I be where the fuck the light be
Bangers in the system
It's bangers in the system
It's ancient Anunnaki
Bangers in the system it's that
Bangers in the system it's that
MIA