Franchise lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Yeah, aight

[Chorus]
I done had a hundred b*tches tell me that they love me (No cap)
Type of n*gga cop a P and send it to Kentucky (Yeah)
Call me Dirty Harry, ask a n*gga if he feelin' lucky 'fore I popped the n*gga (Feelin' lucky, punk?)
n*ggas get to flexin' for the 'Gram, I'm like, "Stop it, n*gga" (Yeah)
Franchise tag, T-Mac with the Rockets, n*gga (Yeah)
I got times fifty what you got in your pockets, n*gga
Richard Mille off the ice, I'm gon' clock a n*gga (Yeah)
Call us UPS 'cause we nonstop boxin' n*ggas (No cap)

[Verse]
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no Tyson (Huh?)
Sixty rounds in the heater, c*ck back and get to bitin' (Go)
Got all my hoes еntangled, they can't talk about no wifin' (Go)
b*tch took my phone with my raps and my licеnse (Yeah)
So I wrote this on the spot, I don't care if you like it (Yeah)
Red beam on the Glock, I don't care 'bout no fighting (Nah)
Red beam on the Glock, it look like we playin' laser tag (Beam)
I'm the type to suit up on a n*gga, Craig Sager bag (Yeah)
I just hit her for the free, you lame, so you pay her ass (Lame)
You kissin' up to her, I'm the n*gga that make her mad, yeah (Huh?)
And that's all facts
I just hit this white chick, it was all back
I been having hoes since Amanda was on All That (Yeah)
Yeah, she said she done, guarantee she gon' crawl back (I'm tellin' you)
Claimin' that she love me, but I seen her on dog Snap (Huh?)
Yeah, I'm in all black (What?), like the night shift
She a six with a fatty, then I might hit (Uh-huh)
Say my name, I appear way faster than your light switch (No cap)
She said, "All you tryna do is f*ck me, MB," I'm like, "Type sh*t" (Uh)
Extendo hangin' out the, uh, like a night stick (Yeah)
Balenci' mannequin, huh, b*tch, I need the payment (Huh?)
Ain't nobody dissing on the gang, leave 'em in the pavement (In the ground)
I done came through with big racks, chillin' in a spaceship (Yeah)
Drac' knocked him out his shoes, that's why they call it K-Swiss (K-Swiss)
Get to blackin' out, I saw an opp, let the K switch
Pourin' deuces in the styrofoam, no, we ain't basic (Nah)
Reggie Miller to the opps, if I catch 'em, then I can't miss
Got a pound of that white in the North, feel like Saint Nick (Damn)
[Interlude]
RTB, yeah
Alright, yeah
Let this b*tch breathe
What I said? Huh?

[Chorus]
I done had a hundred b*tches tell me that they love me (Yeah)
Type of n*gga cop a P and send it to Kentucky (Yeah)
Call me Dirty Harry, ask a n*gga if he feelin' lucky 'fore I popped the n*gga (Feelin' lucky, punk?)
n*ggas get to flexin' for the 'Gram, I'm like, "Stop it, n*gga" (Man, come on)
Franchise tag, T-Mac with the Rockets, n*gga (Yeah)
I got times fifty what you got in your pockets, n*gga (Huh?)
Richard Mille off the ice, I'm gon' clock a n*gga (Huh?)
Call us UPS 'cause we nonstop boxin' n*ggas (RTB)

[Outro]
Gang, yeah