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1500freestyle - frankthemusican lyrics

chorus:
yeah
hop in a coupe and i’m racin’
don’t f*ck with b*tches i hate it
bro caught a body, don’t say sh*t
one of a kind, yeah, these f*ck b*tches hatin’
rolls royce look like a sp*ceship
i’m in that b*tch like doja
dakota, they wanna be ya,” no zack
walk in the spot and i’m like, “where they at?”
uh
they call my phone say they wanna book me for a show and i said it’s a bet, yuh
i’m from m a but i’m not talkin’ about nfl, when i hop in a jet
acog scope, addicted to shooting, man, shoutout to my lil boy wes
verse 1:
i do a motherf*ckin’ show in a vest
they gon’ deny it, they know who the best
they won’t say sh*t to my face but them boys got a wholе lot to say when they in the group chat
i signеd a deal but i still ain’t gon’ drop out of school and they like, “how you gonna do that?”
big 1500, you know what i’m reppin’, them boys tryna beef ’cause they already know us
they tryna tell me what i should do with my career but they still never got they diploma
how that f*ck that work, huh? tell me
i got an arp, it never fail
n0body f*ck with you, they never told you?
all the hoes f*ck with him, ok
walk in a party, groupies tryna feel me
ran up a mill so they call me namill

interlude:
i
dont
cry
no
more
no
moreeeeeeeeeee

verse 2:
i got the k on me incase they tryna— f*ck up
they say i’m usin’ the same d*mn flow, but b*tch i’m gonna switch it up
and every time i switch it up on they ass, they say, “go back to that sh*t that i know”
i seen that that boy put a s in his name but he already know that that’s my sh*t
been waitin’ to punch a b*tch in his face, so i might as well hop in a lil mosh pit
that lil b*tch been doin’ old sh*t that i did
that man been copied the sh*t that i got
that b*tch really my son, so he my kid
i shoot a g, boy, i’m high as a shot
we put a beam to his head, that’s a dot
f*ckin’ your ho, now i’m makin’ her rock
i put my mind to the craft for my rock
we k!lled another opp that’s a dead opp
.223, it go to the back of his head
if that boy talkin’ down, put a rack on
give a f*ck ’bout a chain, bought attachments
put ice on my neck like the back of a sled
tried to find your career but it already dead
yeah
repeatin’ myself, b*tch, i already said
got your ho in the crib and she play with dreds
we gon’ knock off his head, leave him solluminati
got a g on my waist, leave a hole in his body
got him showing, leave him in a rotty
is your ho in my phone? i don’t know, b*tch probably
on the block, 1500, they keep tryna find me
i can’t f*ck with that no
interlude 2:
i’ll be fine
all dam night
you be mine

i’ll be fine
all dam night
you be mine

verse 3:
yeah, she wanna know who we are ’cause all of my b*tches some stars
i told her, “look in the sky, just see they’re falling in love
we’re so many miles apart, but i gotta follow my heart
and every time i’m movin’ on i always fall back to you
i’m really a rich ass b*tch
i told you to forget that ho
because i’m better for you
i already hit that lil b*tch
this choppa got kickback, yeah
i can’t believe you with that b*tch
now all our plans fallin’ through
keep it a band with me
none of these b*tches can stand with me
you the reason i can stand with me
i just love counting the bands uh huh
i want you to count the bands with me
you want me for your narrative
i don’t even think you care enough
i already made one too many mistakes, i can’t f*cking stay in love no way
i know you ain’t mean to hurt me ok
i know it wasn’t your intentions huh
can you think to give me one more chance?
we can skrt off in a lil o wraith
baby, i can take you outer sp*ce
i can really show you sh*t you ain’t ever seen before
interlude 3:
see before
see before
see before
see beforeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

chrous:
yeah
hop in a coupe and i’m racin’
don’t f*ck with b*tches i hate it
bro caught a body, don’t say sh*t
one of a kind, yeah, these f*ck b*tches hatin’
rolls royce look like a sp*ceship
i’m in that b*tch like doja
dakota, they wanna be ya,” no zack
walk in the spot and i’m like, “where they at?”
uh
they call my phone say they wanna book me for a show and i said it’s a bet, yuh
i’m from m a but i’m not talkin’ about nfl, when i hop in a jet
acog scope, addicted to shooting, man, shoutout to my lil boy wes

verse 4:
real trap, b*tch, can’t love no b*tch
gang got a piece knowin’ that sh*t hit
off the perc’ and the lean, man, i love that sh*t
i hate that ho but i love that b*tch
every thing you do, i’m above that sh*t
vv diamonds, don’t touch that sh*t
g19, i’ma clutch that b*tch
your slow ass whip, i’ma dust that sh*t
wake up, i took a x last night
she mad ’cause i ain’t see her text last night
trip to the a, i’ma catch that flight
bring a clip to the a and the tec gon’ fight
and the glock don’t jam, i’ma dip him alright
i can’t shake your hand, you disgust me uh huh
pretty face, but her attitude ugly
up in the trap, b*tch please don’t bug me

- frankthemusican lyrics

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