Frankenstein

Wockhardt, hey Wockhardt got me walking, fuck Wockhardt got me, yeah, Helly, okay (Helluva made this beat, baby), huh Wockhardt got me walking 'round like I'm Frankenstein Heard it's 30 phones, OT, finna take a drive On my way right now, I ain't got a patient side Triple H your lil' bitch, I'ma break her spine Triple S when I step, bitch, I'm ten toes On 7 Mile, 3rd and goal, that's the red zone Scam star, I can't make pape' with a dead phone You put the cuffs on that bitch? Boy, you dead wrong 7.62s chop his mop, now his dreads gone I'ma get the throat, you gon' end up in the friend zone Tryna keep up? Boy, I hope yo' legs strong One man army, had the bike with no pegs, bro Fendi tee with the face, this ain't Kenzo You gon' let 'em get through yo' skin? You ain't head strong Get the head from that bitch then I head home AC in the foreign whip, I won't sweat long Unky on the block selling girl, it ain't prostitution Gave my Granny ten bands, she said, "Hallelujah" Fuck love, been done fucked around shot at Cupid Come down and wet his block, swear it ain't no mop I'm using Bro and 'em dropping opps, I'm just dropping music Guarantee he blast off when this rocket booming Let me catch him down at TX, I'ma chop and screw 'em If the steak ain't enough, bet the lobster do it AMIRI thigh pads, I got chunky pockets Banana clip on the K, thought a monkey shot 'em Which SBs should I rock? I got 20 options Backpack Boyz, Turtle Pie, every puff be toxic Walking through the rainstorm, Stone Island windbreaker Hating on the 'Gram? I don't know you, you a big hater Self-scan, slam dunk, 201 rim breaker Only way you gon' beat the team is with six players Hit yo' bitch and disappear like I'm Criss Angel Off-White belt, when I sit down, this bitch tangle Whole team eating, told the chef we need a big table I know you sick yo' bitch hit the loft, finna get facial Gold chain on, slamming hoes like I'm Kurt Angle Looking at a bitch I just met, "You on dirt, ain't you?" Looking up at doggy in the booth, "You finna perp, ain't you?" Looking dead in the mirror, "Boy, you turnt, ain't you?" Star player, I just dropped a four in my Gatorade .223s hit his 'fro, it became a fade Roadrunner, punch God, bitch, I be state to state When I talk, they all listen to me like I'm Major Payne No sense, spent four on the belt and pants Unky on the block catching bricks like he Elton Brand And he'll take you to the kitchen where he selling tan Bro make his own pape', you think that I held his hand? Up 21 on the opps, they getting blew out Hopped out the coupe, had that lil' bitch like, "Ooh, wow" I might take a trip to Hawaii, throw a Luau Punch God, when I walk in, you bow Shitty charm on my neck, that bitch blew out I'll send everybody home like it's two outs So many blues in my roll, I might lose count Big Rick Owens, scuff 'em once? They get threw out Scam Man, bitch, I'm paying five for a Cali' addy Penny pincher like you Mr. Krabs, you a Krabby Patty Got back home and I ain't even have a navi Where I'm from, you grab a 'Cat when you catch a Scatty Bitch want some money? Better ask yo' daddy It's 2021, why the fuck are yo' pants so baggy? Bitch walking in, told the other one to grab her panties Big pape', type of money that'll make you smack yo' granny Ten toes, stepping in these big bottom Pradas Hunnid in the clip, fuck around and drop a dollar Doggy talking 'bout a hunnid? He ain't got a comma Hella ammo in the clip like I found a llama Black tinted Hellcat, this is not Wakanda Burberry plaid button up, had to pop the collar 95 out, still sliding in a balaclava I'm a warrior with this .9, but I'm not a 'Guodala I mean, Iguodala, fuck Shittyboyz