gdo (rapper) – franky on me lyrics
[intro]
decicco, what up my n-gga?
decicco
[chorus: gdo]
i took a dip in the sauce
to end up a boss
carry the weight of my losses
ain’t no debating the cost
i made it right to the cream
benjamin franky on me
family hating on me
plotting to take it from me
took a dip, in the sauce
to end up a boss
never settle for losses
i made it right to the cream
benjamin franky on me
family hate how i eat
plotting to take it from me
[verse 1: gdo]
yes i did it again, i’m on a scorestreak
i went over and over again
she seen that rover, and say she coming over again
i’m a high roller, we met like i don’t know her again
watch how i pull off the lot, dropping the top
culinary ain’t the art, but yeah we good with the pablo
know what to do with the rocky, point at the fool and i pop
i’m the plug, she the sidekick, that’s why she steady shopping
f-ck her in the [?], its physical, i look like a miracle
jogger fits no adidas, we got a check on my tennis shoe
how i’m rockin’, i don’t want no moppin’
we never serve hits, buts that’s always what i’m dropping
took a dip when i drove my first whip
got my first clip when i packed my first zip
i was taught to keep some franky on me
that’s the only reason why they hate on me
[chorus: gdo]
i took a dip in the sauce
to end up a boss
carry the weight of my losses
ain’t no debating the cost
i made it right to the cream
benjamin franky on me
family hating on me
plotting to take it from me
took a dip, in the sauce
to end up a boss
never settle for losses
i made it right to the cream
benjamin franky on me
family hate how i eat
plotting to take it from me
[verse 2: juice wrld]
everybody hate how i eat they just tryna take it from me
i keep on ballin’ and swishin’ know that i’m gon’ make the league
you run up on me, i’m shooting, i got a glock with a beam
ain’t no one cool with my team, no you can’t move with my team
i just walked up in the party xanny got me feeling nauseous
ridin’ in the rarri, please please proceed with caution
he was talkin’ dumb, till i run up and i off him
money on his head, hitman, high as [?]
aye yo girl on me, yeah she shake it off me
suppressor on my glock, imma k!ll him softly
i been ballin’ out, d-mn right i feel like spartan
run up, that’s okay, i’ll be shooting all d-mn morning
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