I bring the freaks out, yeah, I bring the freaks out
Lil' boy don't come around here,
Yeah my daddy was a mobster, they ain't have to give my poppa back
Talk my shit, I get to crackin', put that on my momma's back
I got more redbones at the crib than a fuckin' lobster trap
Lu baby give your girl a heart attack
I feel like Frankenstein
The way she dig her nails in my head when I eat the cat
Talk the shit, but where you at (ugh, this is terrible service)
You talk that shit
Boy you so mothafuckin' cap (I'm never coming to eat here again)
Big boss, I wear lip gloss when I count the cash
Excuse me, yeah excuse me Mr. Waiter
I ain't order no pussy, why it's all over the table
I'm a big boy, I live my truth, no fable (the queen is here)
They see me out in public and treat the boy like an angel
I need you, and you, and you to shut the fuck up
Your sister hold the camera, while your shorty lick my nuts up
Tough to understand, not a man, but a monster
Heard your last shit and it was a fuckin' bummer
You borin' mothafucka
Might spend the night titty suckin' on your mother (ew)
Bathtub full of bubbles
No rubber ducky
Might give yo bitchass a brother, boy I bring the thunder
Who, who, who
I feel like Franky
Who, who, who
I feel like Franky (yeah)
Who, who, who
I feel like Franky
Who, who, who
I feel like Franky (yeah)