The Kid Frankie Pt. 2 (feat. Chevy Woods)

Yeah, I pull up weed scented, blowin' trees all in it Look, it's still all good if you ain't seen me in a minute West coast livin', west coast women Midwest nigga doin' west coast business I done seen it all See me off the net, look like you seen a ghost My niggas been down since day one, I gotta keep 'em close I'm good with numbers, I can count it backwards Ain't talkin' hood bitches when they pull up with the ratchets I know the game like the back of my hand Just gotta stick to the plan Keep it clean, it's lower chances at jam Roll another one How can I fold? I'm my mother's son Could never be convinced to take another run You fuckin' dumb? Guess so She don't wanna let go Nigga, you can't roll if you ain't pinchin' on a petrol No shorts on the money, you gotta make it right Bought so many one time, the plug told me "Make the price" Nigga, nice While you talkin' it, I don't got time for that, I'm out here livin' it (oh-whoa) And you know that we doin' them thangs 'cause we out here gettin' it I rep the gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang I rep the gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, oh-whoa Damn, it feel good to see Taylors up on it And bringin' real ones to the forefront My car filled up with smoke 2021 controlled by remotes Them haters don't come close Used to be hard to celebrate birthdays, now it's champagne toast Placin' bets, racin' jets, pick a time to land Five hundred grand to whoever get there the closest Those are points of success when you put the plan in motion You got one foot in, one out, I got both in Able to hold shit down with more spin Everybody got free will 'long as you willing to deal with the consequences Lot of players at my dinner, that's a lot of dishes And you the ones that gotta clean it While you talkin' it, I don't got time for that, I'm out here livin' it (oh-whoa) And you know that we doin' them thangs 'cause we out here gettin' it I rep the gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang I rep the gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, oh-whoa Everything is real, exactly how we claimed Just got another strain, I just gotta name it She used to smoke joints to "The Kid Frankie" Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got everything Ask Chevy Woods, money good, can't complain Real niggas ain't goin' out of style, we gon' stay here