[Verse 1 CB Radio] I work hard but I sleep late Expensive dinners no cheap dates Im spending now like I cant save Got comma signs you can check the bank You check the paint like you ball hard I dont give a fuck about my mauled car Cuz Id rather strut on your boulevard With these bitches thinking damn hes a star White gold bling so beautiful And my neck game is so musical Old necklace down on my wrist So Ive got some white gold right next to my cuticles Who would know that that dude could flow Tall plant small pack, minute the bowl And my eyes are low so yall want to know Where Im from so Im telling yall Mexico And I take control of this beat Im riding Keep it up man Im still deciding Should I quit and give up this shit Should I take the beat and just keep rewinding I keep fighting this hate man Get up out of my face man Trying to battle me but I spit this heat So Im leaving yall with yall face tan Now you understand where Im coming from Chew the beat like its bubblegum No pop sounds like a phony gun Trynna talk some shit you should hold your tongue Or bite the shit, but dont bite my shit My words biteproof you can quit your munchin Cuz Ive got some kicks and they sick as shit And this fashion shit is way over function [Verse 2 Stevie D] Nobody out here praying Our records they aint playing No shit its obvious That they dont hear what we saying Pay attention and listen up I only got time to say this once We the shit, I dont need your bitch Cuz Ill just get one off my list Get in line and take a number Cuz all they got is hunger For a loud dude that roll like thunder But all I roll is that jungle Light that shit up by the bundle Yea I guess Ill roll up some mo Scuse me miss want a hit of this shit? Im a need payment, yup a hundo These bitches like what you thinkin Its cuz my name is Franklin No youre not mistaken Its Danklin coffee breakin the bank With bacon for haters hatin I keep it straightened You couldnt hang with my paintin Like Indy couldnt hang without Peyton Theyll need more than luck to be celebratin And I would know, cuz I can flow Till the fucking cows come home Old MacDonalds waiting for em On defense like Bruce Lee Bowen Guess its time I wrap it up Cuz I got it by the foot General Mills my genitals kill Get it? Dick by the foot
cuz, shit, danklin, biteproof, yall