B.o.B - Frankie Limon lyrics
[B.o.B - Frankie Limon lyrics]
IIII got a six shooter for the top five vets
And then one bullet left
To play Russian roulette
I'm Nostradamus, I've seen your future
It's too late
All y'all niggas suspect I guess crime pays
What can I say? (What can I say?)
So fuck you and your mob guys
This the part of the film
Where your mob dies, i got 'em!
N-N-Nigga flip and spit hot coals
I showed you niggas how to go
Diamond like I was minin' hope
My mind's a playground where my mood swings
But, I ain't here to play though
I'm more like Plato y'all niggas Play-Doh
Y-Y yeah, I'm the man of the hour
Songs made 30 mils like
I'm manufacturing flour
You niggas ain't that hard to find
Should be a fine to get in line like, "damn
One at a time"
L-l-l-l-l-like how you niggas make
It this far
I never babysit my liquor but I raise the bar
I left the 'gram to cut an album
Niggas thought I was dead
And I ain't talking diet when
I say you niggas fed
I get to, get to, get to, get to
Get to slidin' on 'em
And then I get to, get to
Get to Frankie Limon on 'em
Veganism, feminism, government hypnotism
I'm just speaking facts bro
This ain't even lyricism
I drop a gem but niggas carry the mask
Gas tank on empty but the car full of gas
W W Why do fools gotta try me though
(Gotta try me though)
Like I ain't got a 308 rifle scope
(Rifle scope) nigga you ain't saying shit
I'm about to blow (Boutta blow)
Tell a rap nigga park it like a automobile
I ain't got no more chill
Fuck you and your mob guys
This the part of the flick where the mob dies
And all of the Gods rise
Gorilla, Godzilla, God nigga, vibe nigga
I don't need no props nigga
I just raise my stocks nigga
Don't say I'm pro-black, fuck niggas
I trust everything but niggas, what nigga?
And if you knew what I knew
The government would back up off of you too
Boo
You had the ball but you fumbled though
(But, you fumbled though)
Your bills piling up
You must live in Buffalo
(You must live in Buffalo)
I don't want no respect from you
Sent your girl home in a
Uber XL to be respectable
Niggas gon' start to question you
How you grown gettin' bullied?
I guess your mind did not quite develop fully
(Uh yeah) i'm going bat shit
Niggas scared to wipe their asses
Yeah I'm from a different bracket
Rappin' on a track where 2Pac did
A verse for Michael Jackson
Got the flash drive in my jacket
Why the fools try BoB
Before you try me, try crack, shit
Tell a nigga park it like Jurassic
Country ass accent, you gotta admit
Above average
I just bagged your bitch, with an iPhone 6
I showed you magic
When y'all was getting no bread
On that Atkins
Hi-Hi-Hi-High hopes for hell
They say in war you must oppress the male
Niggas said they woke and I'm skeptical
Same mentality
You just replace Jesus with vegetables
And then one bullet left
To play Russian roulette
I'm Nostradamus, I've seen your future
It's too late
All y'all niggas suspect I guess crime pays
What can I say? (What can I say?)
So fuck you and your mob guys
This the part of the film
Where your mob dies, i got 'em!
N-N-Nigga flip and spit hot coals
I showed you niggas how to go
Diamond like I was minin' hope
My mind's a playground where my mood swings
But, I ain't here to play though
I'm more like Plato y'all niggas Play-Doh
Y-Y yeah, I'm the man of the hour
Songs made 30 mils like
I'm manufacturing flour
You niggas ain't that hard to find
Should be a fine to get in line like, "damn
One at a time"
L-l-l-l-l-like how you niggas make
It this far
I never babysit my liquor but I raise the bar
I left the 'gram to cut an album
Niggas thought I was dead
And I ain't talking diet when
I say you niggas fed
I get to, get to, get to, get to
Get to slidin' on 'em
And then I get to, get to
Get to Frankie Limon on 'em
Veganism, feminism, government hypnotism
I'm just speaking facts bro
This ain't even lyricism
I drop a gem but niggas carry the mask
Gas tank on empty but the car full of gas
W W Why do fools gotta try me though
(Gotta try me though)
Like I ain't got a 308 rifle scope
(Rifle scope) nigga you ain't saying shit
I'm about to blow (Boutta blow)
Tell a rap nigga park it like a automobile
I ain't got no more chill
Fuck you and your mob guys
This the part of the flick where the mob dies
And all of the Gods rise
Gorilla, Godzilla, God nigga, vibe nigga
I don't need no props nigga
I just raise my stocks nigga
Don't say I'm pro-black, fuck niggas
I trust everything but niggas, what nigga?
And if you knew what I knew
The government would back up off of you too
Boo
You had the ball but you fumbled though
(But, you fumbled though)
Your bills piling up
You must live in Buffalo
(You must live in Buffalo)
I don't want no respect from you
Sent your girl home in a
Uber XL to be respectable
Niggas gon' start to question you
How you grown gettin' bullied?
I guess your mind did not quite develop fully
(Uh yeah) i'm going bat shit
Niggas scared to wipe their asses
Yeah I'm from a different bracket
Rappin' on a track where 2Pac did
A verse for Michael Jackson
Got the flash drive in my jacket
Why the fools try BoB
Before you try me, try crack, shit
Tell a nigga park it like Jurassic
Country ass accent, you gotta admit
Above average
I just bagged your bitch, with an iPhone 6
I showed you magic
When y'all was getting no bread
On that Atkins
Hi-Hi-Hi-High hopes for hell
They say in war you must oppress the male
Niggas said they woke and I'm skeptical
Same mentality
You just replace Jesus with vegetables