Frankie Limon lyrics

[Intro]
I-I-I-I got a six shooter for the top five vets
And then one bullet left to play Russian roulette
I'm Nostradamus, I've seen your future, it's too late
All y'all n*ggas suspect I guess crime pays, what can I say?
(What can I say?)

[Refrain]
So f*ck you and your mob guys
This the part of the film where your mob dies, I got 'em!

[Verse 1]
N-N-n*gga flip and spit hot coals
I showed you n*ggas how to go diamond like I was minin' hope
My mind's a playground where my mood swings
But I ain't here to play though, I'm more like Plato
Y'all n*ggas Play-Doh
Y-Y-Yeah, I'm the man of the hour
Songs made 30 mils like I'm manufacturing flour
You n*ggas ain't that hard to find
Should be a fine to get in line like, "damn, one at a time"
L-l-l-l-l-like how you n*ggas make it this far
I never babysit my liquor but I raise the bar
I left the 'gram to cut an album, n*ggas thought I was dead
And I ain't talking diet when I say you n*ggas fed
I get to, get to, get to, get to, get to slidin' on 'em
And then I get to, get to, get to Frankie Limon on 'em
Veganism, feminism, government hypnotism
I'm just speaking facts bro, this ain't even lyricism
I drop a gem but n*ggas carry the mask
Gas tank on empty but the car full of gas
W-W-Why do fools gotta try me though (Gotta try me though)
Like I ain't got a .308 rifle scope (Rifle scope)
n*gga you ain't saying sh*t, I'm about to blow (Boutta blow)
Tell a rap n*gga park it like a automobile
I ain't got no more chill
[Refrain]
f*ck you and your mob guys
This the part of the flick where the mob dies
And all of the Gods rise

[Chorus]
Gorilla, Godzilla, God n*gga, vibe n*gga
I don't need no props n*gga
I just raise my stocks n*gga
Don't say I'm pro-black, f*ck n*ggas
I trust everything but n*ggas, what n*gga?
And if you knew what I knew
The government would back up off of you too, boo

[Verse 2]
You had the ball but you fumbled though (But you fumbled though)
Your bills piling up, you must live in Buffalo (You must live in Buffalo)
I don't want no respect from you
Sent your girl home in a Uber XL to be respectable
n*ggas gon' start to question you
How you grown gettin' bullied?
I guess your mind did not quite develop fully (Uh yeah)
I'm going bat sh*t, n*ggas scared to wipe their asses
Yeah I'm from a different bracket
Rappin' on a track where 2Pac did a verse for Michael Jackson
Got the flash drive in my jacket
Why the fools try B.o.B
Before you try me, try crack, sh*t
Tell a n*gga park it like Jurassic
Country ass accent, you gotta admit, above average
I just bagged your b*tch, with an iPhone 6
I showed you magic, when y'all was getting no bread
On that Atkins
[Outro]
Hi-Hi-Hi-High hopes for hell
They say in war you must oppress the male
n*ggas said they woke and I'm skeptical
Same mentality, you just replace Jesus with vegetables