FRANCHISE (Feat. Young Thug & M.I.A.)

Yeah Yeah-yeah yeah Mmm-hmm-hmm Mmm-hmm-hmm Yup in my white tee yeah Call up Hype Williams for the hype please Uh they gon' wipe you before you wipe me On boxes of checks not my Nikes Yeah Cacti's not no iced tea Ah Uh got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee Ah Uh you need more than Google just to find me Ah Uh I just called up bae to get a hi-fey Ah ooh Incredible ici-ici general I just start the label just to sign me Woo woo woo Uh me and CHASE connected like we Siamese Woo woo woo ooh ooh We been on the run felt like a crime spree Talk to me nicely Yeah I seen his face Seen it Yup on his white tee uh Let's go Yeah yeah call the Sprite people Call 'em hol' on brrt Private flight to France tryna sight-see On private flights brrat Popped 'em in his hands he was typin' Da da da Caterpillar 'Rari I fold it lift it up Up I went on the stand told the judge to pass my cup Ayy Ran up twenty million told the Devil Keep the luck Luck Keep the keep the ho Uh-uh RIP Pop keep that smoke Ayy slatt Ayy talk to me nicely Talk to me nicely Keep her on the chain that ain't like me That ain't like me Scotts with no strings you can't tie me Scotts with the hol' on bitch I'm higher than the plane I'm where the Skypes be Doo doo doo doo hee Yeah yep in my slime tee Doo doo doo hee Princey in his prime hee Doo doo doo doo hee Yellowbone too fesity hee Doo doo doo doo doo hee Clean him up no napkin hee Doo Yup in my white tee Yeah yeah Call up Hype Williams for the hype please It's lit They gon' wipe you before you wipe me On boxes of checks not my Nikes Ooh yeah Excuse me si-si-si-si-si-si-si Don't be missin' man Mississippi dip a sippy Make him happy make him copy Make him get me Chippi Chippi Yeah There's a lot I'm goin to spend Tell me when you need me to pull up You goin' to shootout while I spin Trippin' like I'm trigger happy Salt fish ackee ackee golf buggy Kawasaki catch a fish Sushi maki livin' life London city left the town Ah Thug and Travis be that fam Yeah you know that Slatt And when they free us out it's gonna be film a Kodak Yeah Shoot me pourin' right above the rim like Pollack I've been rippin' and runnin' not slippin' or slidin' athletic tendencies I've been up since cheffin' it whippin' it to the base rock I provide the remedy Let's go When we open gates up at Utopia It's lit It's like Zootopia you see the crosses over ya Yeah That's how you know it's us At 4 A.M. I'm phonin' ya' not for no shoulder rub Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up they way they fold and tuck Yup in my white tee Yeah yeah Call up Hype Williams for the hype please Yeah they gon' wipe you before you wipe me Yeah on boxes of checks not my Checks not my I-I be where the fuck the light be Bangers in the system it's bangers in the system It's ancient Anunnaki Bangers in the system it's that bangers in the system it's that M.I.A