Frank Gore Video (MV)

Huh huh huh, I could give a f*ck bout what a man say
Two different glocks on my side and I promise these motherf*ckers really is hand made
Put that shit on ain't paying the fee I'm dripping got so many clothes and they fan made
Crash dummy he letting shit fly on the block, he ripping through shit like a band aid
I'm tanking through shit for the first down feeling like Frank Gore
Bitch see I'm having she must be the bank whore
Thought I was dumb the f*ck is you making that face for
Bitch lost out she don't know what she missing
Ain't touching my rank bitch watch how I glisten
You think you can f*ck with me gotta be kidding
They wish they was me they don't know how I'm living
Letting it sing like a trumpet
So many grails in the chive and I'm fighting to dump it
Cranking a nigga they bump it
Blood get to rushing all throughout my veins and it's pumping
Foreign clothes all on my body I can't even translate
So many promises can't make
Hop in the Stu get to slaving I'm making a banger
I'm getting fueled by the anger
Solo leveling there really isn't a cap to a nigga I'm feeling like Sung
I'm doing shits they couldn't do when they young
They saying I'm trash what the f*ck are you dumb (the f*ck)
They couldn't guard me gotta call for the double
He yapping we bursting his bubble (f*ck)
Stay on my top you in trouble
He don't got what it takes to get out of the struggle
You would think that I hop on the beat and just say shit
You ain't f*cking with me we can go one on one and I promise I bake shit
Closet is heavy I don't gotta fake shit
Brodie be sweet and he stuck on that cake shit
Stacking my racks so I don't gotta take shit
Nun into sumn and I really can shake shit
Damn, I bet you niggas ain't know I could rap like that
Telling you shits I don't cap like that
Bag me a bad bitch her ass so fat
Keep on playing bitch we will send him right up to the moon
He is now up in the sky he hearing them heavenly tunes
Huh huh huh, I could give a f*ck bout what a man say
Two different glocks on my side and I promise these motherf*ckers really is hand made
Put that shit on ain't paying the fee I'm dripping got so many clothes and they fan made
Crash dummy he letting shit fly on the block, he ripping through shit like a band aid
I'm tanking through shit for the first down feeling like Frank Gore
Bitch see I'm having she must be the bank whore
Thought I was dumb the f*ck is you making that face for
Bitch lost out she don't know what she missing
Ain't touching my rank bitch watch how I glisten
You think you can f*ck with me gotta be kidding
They wish they was me they don't know how I'm living