The Kid Frankie

Yeah

Little Kush & Orange Juice

I'm glad to be somebody

Okay, I'm glad to be your own guy

Fuck it

Kid Frankie, uh

I live life sucker-free, that's why the niggas

You be with talk down like they don't fuck with me

I get money, realistically, and the homies show me love

Groupies wanna leave the club with me

Ain't nothin' to a G, let your hair blow in the breeze

Roll some bomb-ass weed

Get high, cruise out at jet speed

Do it like I do it for TV

675, Damier LVs, seven-something with tax

And when I'm on the plane, got the carry-on to match

Nigga, that's fly shit, tryna peep game

Lil' homie, just watch this

Champagne in my cockpit, talkin' 'bout you got a man

Mommy, just stop it, please

As we proceed, to give you what you need

To roll up our weed

You out here talking it, I'm out here livin' it (out here livin' it)

Niggas know that we're doin' our thing

'Cause we out here gettin' it (out here gettin' it)

What I rep? The gang, gang, gang, gang-gang (gang-gang)

Ain't nothin' changed (ain't nothin' changed)

Still rep the gang (still rep the gang)

Okay, self-made, been through what I've been through

So I know what I know

I write bomb rap songs tellin' bitches what I'm into

So the hos wanna roll

First class, roll to another coast just to smoke Kush

I know a nigga who grows

And that's on the real mama

If you tryna slide, gotta bring one for Will

Just another day in the life, another plane, another night

Gettin' faded with another nigga wife

Drinkin' hella champagne, Tanqueray with the Sprite

Then I'm up in the a.m. to catch another flight

Niggas reppin' the gang simply because everything else lame

The fans want real niggas, them hoes lookin' for change

I've seen it all, player in the game

First, they're bitin' our flow, now they're jackin' our slang

You out here talking it, I'm out here livin' it (out here livin' it)

Niggas know that we're doin' our thing

'Cause we out here gettin' it (out here gettin' it)

What I rep? The gang, gang, gang, gang-gang (gang-gang)

Ain't nothin' changed (ain't nothin' changed)

Still rep the gang (still rep the gang)

So incredible

If I do say so myself

My nigga John on the boards

Yeah, he did that shit, fool

(Yeah)

What'd up, Will?

Benji just got off that flight from Vegas (okay)

Taylor Gang over everything

Rostrum records, that's how the fuck we do shit

Yeah, bitch, smoke something

Kush & Orange Juice, nigga

Can't forget that everything's Louis Vuitton on this one