Big Goddo Flaco - Franks (feat. THC) Lyrics

Bitch, haha, Big Goddo Flaco and THC
Say what you want, bitch, do what you can
All I know is she do anything for a band
You think it's you in demand? Shit, you ain't the man
Only if they knew my lucrative plans

Shoot up your benz, including you and your friends
Give me two of them shits, turn my eyes red up in the lunar eclipse
Just hop in the whip and call it quits
I recommend you go back to college, kid

Hand me the ball, bitch, I'm all in the mix
Ben Franks lookin' bald as a bitch
Name a chopstick longer than this
Ain't a dollar that ain't got all of the sense
Need a bottle-shaped model that'll swallow my kids
Hollow heads and they all in the clip
A lot of meds and they dissolve in the fizz
Ain't a collar that ain't not on the bitch
Hand me the ball, bitch, I'm all in the mix
Hand me the ball, bitch, I'm all in the mix

Name a chopstick longer than this
End up with a popped lip cause you was poppin' that shit
Now you cryin' to your mama cause your brother is dead
He tried to run from the leadd and caught one in the head

Few in the chest, fell straight to the ground
Heart pounded, brain racing
Beggin' God for patience
But he ain't gon' make it through the operation

Blood in his lungs, he gon' die of suffocation
That's what gang and them call a celebration
Send him to hell, that's what I call a vacation
Left that pussy bleedin' to death, I mean shit

Ain't that what you call a menstruation?
Alright, you look, bitch, Harden with the pot
Watch me cook shit, push to start
Get him out the hood, quick
I'm too busy gassin' so fast, I know you'd do it if you could, bitch

Hand me the ball, bitch, I'm all in the mix
Ben Franks lookin' bald as a bitch
Name a chopstick longer than this
Ain't a dollar that ain't got all of the sense
Need a bottle-shaped model that'll swallow my kids
Hollow heads and they all in the clip
A lot of meds and they dissolve in the fizz
Ain't a collar that ain't not on the bitch
Hand me the ball, bitch, I'm all in the mix
Hand me the ball, bitch, I'm all in the mix

All up in your mix like we hot up on your trail
Give me two sticks, make it fire like it's hell
Two sticks, brought a fire, then a hell
Terrorist threats, I'm Trump, Towers, and Prosbel
Dawg, I might be Mike Vick or Isis

You eat ice cream on Grindr
Tight grip behind her, crush ya noodle like lasagna
And she showin' like ricotta, goin' cuckoo like a clock
As you fall off like a Asus or a Mazda

Ch-ch-silence it, then gotta shoot through with the chopper
Like the West Coast and the Dowsers of the Midwest and the Arapas
Man, I'm so active, chrome packin
Jaw jackin', toe taggin', faux lackin

Go catch it, worst I get is probation, god damn it
My cell ringin' as I'm eatin
In the Garden of Eden
This plate full of ribs, thankin' God for this meal

As I pray over this, I body any track
This beat just die for your sins

Hand me the ball, bitch, I'm all in the mix
Ben Frank's lookin' bald as a bitch

Name a chopstick longer than this
Ain't a dollar that ain't got all of it's sense
Need a bottle, shaped model