Frank Lucas Lil Baby

[Intro]
(Cook that shit up, Quay)

[Verse]
She keep jigging wit me she must wanna fuck
101, 69 Comaro seats buggin
From the streets I seen a cousin kill his cousin
It ain’t nothin, I done seen a brother tell on his brother them niggas real rats
I ain’t puttin no fake money
My videos these real racks
Youngin rachin they ain’t Kodak
But they know I get the skrilla
My lil dawg look like a lion, he a full-blown killa
Baby mama think I fucked a bitch we never even kicked it
I need lean to clean my system
Getting weed me and my sista
Now I gotta deal with swishers
Take his chain and then we dipped ‘em
Can’t compare me cause I’m different
I got hits on hits on hits
And when I hop out know its smoke
We got sticks on sticks on sticks
I jus spent some millions on these diamonds
Lobe earrings they’ll do things you will think
I can’t cry I put my problems in the drank, yea
I look up to Frank Lucas so I went and bought a mink