Chords for Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Frank Lucas (feat. Benny The Butcher) [Official Video]

It might just spill over on you
_ Can you try it baby?
Yeah, yeah
Can _ you try it baby?
Yeah
I'm late, I'm late
You [G] niggas snitchin' gettin' time shake
Sold a book on my Boost Mobile
I boost the crime wave
Tellin' all my hoes that I love em
I'm playin' mind games
When bitches after your last dollar they take your last name
I'm every ticket she dumped up off the porch
Then I jumped the broom
Bunny rappin' gang we be robbin' shit like the romper rule
Catch a Uber or Elizabeth
I sent the prison
The feds wanna turn a witness
I be defensive
Been smokin' since 13 I crack my brain so I ain't never stressin'
I can't hold no grudges Michael Thomas bitch I'm catchin' blessin'
Police tryin' to catch me ain't gon' catch me ridin' without my weapon
Panoramic roof off on that coupe I look like George Jetson Space Ghost
Fittin' all got a gas [C] mask when I make dope
I done seen a lot of OG's at this table heavy tryin' to taste dope
I done got another case of weed I'm a real man
I smoke call my lawyer hit him with the pesos
Gotta cook a bird with a day stay gotta play play for the A-Dole
Been a gangster since a youngin' I'm too legit to quit
I treat this shit like my kinship
But since I set the fridge I ain't restrain
She took the charge I took that bitch on the trip
Goin' up and jumped on the boat
I fucked them both shit was slick
Shit [A#m] was slick
I'm a man so I keep it [C] Lord lay me down
SWAT team ain't machine gun [C#] Lord renege me down
And if they do tell my people just hold [C] my babies down
Nigga we need to go back to pay just like it's that
Fuck rap bitch I'm poppin' off a poppy seed
My name cocaine they ain't gon' put me in the nominees
Since gangster years brought back the bars I see a lot of me
Niggas did my sons I wish they mamas would've swatted these
Nigga cappin' ass nigga
GZ used to say boy you weren't rappin' ass nigga
I said I'm shippin' packs I don't need no advance nigga
Niggas thought I took a loss but I jumped off
Then I got richer shit is funny when you think about it
Rolex too big I took a link about it
Frank Lucas I hit the closet
Pulled a mink about it
Livin' this life my pusses dream about it _
Bury me with ratchets let your fans tell it
Hailia Magna Gucci hoodies smell like kerosene and ashes
Don't get carried away I been up
And look how carefully I stack it
Got you in Vans check buried in a mattress
We the Yankees on a pennant run
You needed soldiers I heard you rented some
Tellin' war stories and you ain't been to none
But look what I converted to
From lettin' burners loops out convertible
My bitch gon' be the driver for a purse or two
Now my finger never could point
You know pussy fets when it's moist
Got a hammer and a brick from a plug
I met in the joint Miami
Super Bowl weekend I got head in the Royce
We chasin' cheddar of course
I wouldn't care if it's deutsch
[A#m] It was either law school
Or dog [C] food
If I was makin' y'all moves we'd all [C#] lose
Make these sucker niggas pay
[C] Those was all real
You gon' need more guns than lucky horseshoe
Never took a hell but a few lost their mind
New law up downtown
And this view was hard to find
Sold lines to abusers
Now I'm abused y'all with lime
I'm in this black thing heme just a few cars behind
I bought two of everything
They said dude lost his mind
Two gold cubans like I'm tryin'
Too hard to shine
Fuck two whip on a coupe that's too smart to drive
Two car garage
Two broad massage
_ Niggas think I be frontin'
But I just be talkin' that real shit
I don't expect anybody to feel it though
Cause y'all niggas not really like that
Talk that shit nigga
Let's go
What does not I got from the district
I'm shoppin' for Christian
I'm in Vegas drippin' in jewelry I got from the district
They say hustlin' like a disease
I'ma die with the symptoms
Put 300 grams on a brick
Cut the pie in the sixes
The butch comin' nigga _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Yeah _ _ _ _
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