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Frank Lucra

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I might cook up make a hit
F*ck around and never drop
I'm outside, starving still
Shit I'm ready for the fall
And I'm tired of the city
So I'm climbing to the top
Feel like fucking Sly Cooper
I'll steal your song, you getting robbed
No I'm serious, get the bucket and I mop
You ridiculous, like a spell I got a wand
Bout to chop my head off
I'm just tired of the blonde
Bout to come and clean em' up
Suit and tie like James Bond

Frankie fucked around and found a flow, he taking off
Foolish fucking with me, I make them hits like Barry Bond
Bitch I flourish on these beats flying high like Travis Scott
I can't folly with these flagrants they just moments flashing by
Frankie L baby
And the L is for lobotomies
Cause I get that dumb brain
When I call her to come top on me
Feelin like I'm Smino
The tequila steady mocking me
And this bitch is just a bird
The way she want to flock to me
Hollup I ain't finished
This is just a scrimmage
Draft day Frankie
But I feel like Scottie Pippen
Need the key to the city
Need to cut me up a ribbon
Yeah I'm steady in the kitchen
Doing drills and getting chicken
Kentucky fried baby
I'm in Texas in the civic
All these other rappers f*ck around and go and get a gimmick
Or they shit talking they fans, like f*ck it y'all don't get it
I just been acting myself I ain't faking for a image

I might cook up make a hit
F*ck around and never drop
I'm outside, starving still
Shit I'm ready for the fall
And I'm tired of the city
So I'm climbing to the top
Feel like fucking Sly Cooper
I'll steal your song, you getting robbed
No I'm serious, get the bucket and I mop
You ridiculous, like a spell I got a wand
Bout to chop my head off
I'm just tired of the blonde
Bout to come and clean em' up
Suit and tie like James Bond

Thought that was the end of the song, I'm going strong
I'm in love with this bitch voice, need to see it in a thong
I bust open a bottle, she'll have me bustin all night long
Two fingers all I need to soak the sheets and that's on god
F*ck is buddy spitting, talking guns and how he spin shit
I don't really care about a diss, this shit is dismissed
We can box it out like its motherfuckin christmas
Or I'm a walk it out DJ Unk your ass trippin'
I might never give a f*ck, lately that's just how I'm feeling
People picking sides, and talking large, I just mind my business
I got hella new goals, I red dot them, on a mission
I'm a father to you bitch boys, don't try and go forget it

I might cook up make a hit
F*ck around and never drop
I'm outside, starving still
Shit I'm ready for the fall
And I'm tired of the city
So I'm climbing to the top
Feel like fucking Sly Cooper
I'll steal your song, you getting robbed

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