Big Face Frankies

Ay papa this that puré

Big Ghost brought that puré

I keep my white girl swole like Anna Nicole

Behold i’m in the Rove, chicken

Popping on the stove, we dove

Headfirst into the angus

Turned beef to anguish

Me and my plug speaking Spanglish

When we make arrangements

Yo it’s the kid who still Saran wrap D’s up

Ease up unless you got the

Bread for my Anthrax feature

We just shitted on your zip code

I been dope since Busta said Flipmode

Took the clock to the jeweler

Now it’s a schizo you in your feelings

Probably praying to The Lord of All

I’m fresh to death in my fucking

Bag like I’m at the morgue

I still might rock the same fit

For three days and pump

Like fuck the stage and the stu

Arturo just gave me stuff

To leave your faces numb

I save the crumbs and make another sale

Until I’m sailing

And I never gotta touch a scale

Till then I circumvent the scales of justice

Let the chronic burn up

I keep the whole shit flooded cousin

That’s word to Irma

You may think I’m Eric Andre

The way I bird up

You would think I’m Erik Lehnsherr

The way I turn up

Y’all keep underground rap

This shit is bloody murder

You’ll be underground like Sojourner

Or a fucking turnip

Now don’t forget to thank us please

And show up with them

Big-face Frankies please

That’s very necessary

Everything else is secondary

Who shot ya, wallet looking like an empanada

Broke down a few cebollas for the ensalada

If it’s water

Cross the border for the enchilada

Mi partner always flipping birds

-pollo a la brasa

Running so much game that I could con Chaka

Make ya wifey smuggle brack and

Put it in her nalga

But I’m tired of playing the

Strip serving coco up

Rather be playing the beach opening coconuts

Where I can kick my feet

Up and adopt an octopus

With plenty crops and kush

Exotic drops to push

Hummingbirds singing, wedding bells ringing

Until then it’s big biscuit's while

I get this chicken

D-Rugs hit my celly, said he war ready

These dudes raspberries, blueberries

Strawberries

They peanut butter jellies dawg

What the fuck could you tell us

We still eat off styrofoam or

Crates in the cellar

With the roaches and rodents

Used to lift the couch for quarters

For Coronas

Now I’m trailblazing like Sabonis

Son ain’t potent, just a moment

I scribbled a slogan

Pyrotechnics when I’m repping

I’m clearly a showman

Me and Ghost cooking? Well then

I send my condolence

This that horsepower, ponyboys stay golden

Lames tryna rep my city with a baby scrotum

They won’t never get it

Right like James Dolan

Stagecoaches, rifles have your brain floating

Shit split you from the side

Your brain ain’t know it

Stay focused, ADHD when I flip the pastry

Fiends say tasty, so Ally McBeal lately

Now don’t forget to thank us please

And show up with them

Big-face Frankies please

That’s very necessary

Everything else is secondary