Franklin lyrics

[Intro]
(Theory)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (I'm in this b*tch with Clayco)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lonely), yeah

[Verse]
I just dropped a new vid' and I showed 'em my old swag, these lil' n*ggas finna run with that
Yeah, to these lil' n*ggas, guess I'm their dad
Yes, I'm finna take off and I'm not lookin' back
Lonely finna take off and he not comin' back
This sh*t Comme des Garçons, I got hearts on my bag
And these YSL jeans, I got knots in my pants
I though I made a five, but then I made a ten
I thought I told you I'm not good at math
Real rockstar, b*tch, I play with them bands
I'm kickin' sh*t, lil' b*tch, I'm Jackie Chan
And I'm drippin' Issey like I'm from Japan
Sometimes, I get za from the dojo on [?]
And if you try to slide, I might cut off your hand
Know if you try to slime us, be quick as you can
See, I'm a young n*gga that get to them bands
Came straight out the mud, don't need advances
No way they know, put that sh*t on your head
Rick Owens jeans and they cost me a leg
This Margiela drip and it’s looking mosaic
I seen so much sh*t I can't even say
And I need so much guap that you got away
Ain't no way, I let these folks in my way
Ain't no way we [?]
I'm not tryna pass this blunt, finna face it
Oh, you don't suck di*k? Get the f*ck out the place
I'm in this b*tch, I'm so geeked, outer space
I stay smoking on dope cause that sh*t keep me sane
I know these n*ggas b*tches so we cannot hang
I've been stacking so much, tell that b*tch, "keep the change"
When I'm in this b*tch, I'm with the gang
See, I'ma come clean, I think you n*ggas lame
You the type to suck some di*k for some fame
I'm the type to work this sh*t, get my way
I'm the type to work the b*tch, get her paid
And I'm not worried 'bout these n*ggas, I'm paid
And I'm not worried 'bout these hoes, let 'em fade
And to keep a hundred, don't none of that sh*t phase me
I'm addicted to money, them blue hundreds faded
It's just something 'bout her, make a n*gga go crazy
It's something 'bout her and them b*tches go crazy
It's something 'bout her, dawg, but I can't explain it
Designer drip, I can't do the plain sh*t
I ain't have sh*t, n*gga, had to make it
Stealing her sh*t, b*tch, we jugging and snaking
Life like GTA, I feel like Franklin