Animal Control

(Energy made this one)

Franchise

Franchise, the young rich bastard

She see me take one, now she want one too

I ride through the city with bananas, nigga, this a zoo

Smack a nigga with the Glock, leave a nigga tooth loose

My niggas rich shooters, they be goin' coo-coo

I hate a broke nigga who try to talk the price down

He was speakin' on me, he a long live now

Niggas know how that shit go when you caught out of bounds

Catch a nigga slippin', he be runnin' from the sound

Started up a grow house, now there's pounds in your town

I just made a million, why sign for it now?

My house to the city, that's at least 50 miles

Push the button on the Glock, one second, 50 rounds

Boy, you ain't got no hustle, couldn't move a half a pound

This shit was already sold before it hit the town

These niggas old as hell, tryna copy how I sound

I ain't dropped in a year, still bigger than these clowns

You thinkin' 'cause I rap, I won't go hit your account

You thinkin' 'cause I rap, I won't go flip me a pound

Boy, these bullets big as hell, don't let 'em hit your mouth

I just made four hundred thousand, I was sitting on my couch

Drink a eight one day 'cause they said it was a drought

So much lean in my stomach, shit, it made a lil' pouch

I was pullin' phones, you was watchin' Wild an' Out

Hunnid choppas in the crib like Osama penthouse

I ain't gotta call nobody to go and pull a quarter out

Tryna dodge the hook, I done took the other route

You tryna make some money, we can open a account

You tryna make some money, drive these to this house

Why you actin' like that? You ain't know he was a mouse?

Quarterback and receivin', so I only know the route

Call animal control, it's some birds in this house

Bitch, I can't kiss you, you got germs in your mouth

Shoot a nigga for these buffs, kill a nigga for my chain

Shit, these Percs don't work, I got a different type of pain

They don't know I would've crashed right out before Kane

Paid a nigga to go crash out, to me, it's just change

I've been gettin' bored, my socks five hunnid

I don't even like Wraiths, but I'm rich, so I want it

On the East deep as hell, six strikers on Conan

Niggas know they jewelry cheap, if it was me, I wouldn't want it

Big F, the rich franchise and they know it

That nigga think he sweet, but he run around owin'

Every time a bum get a lil' money, he gon' show it

You can't even show me to your bitch, she gon' throw it

Five grams in the wood, they like, "The fuck goin' on?"

Nigga, I'm the reason she ain't pickin' up the phone

Tell 'em I'm the reason why you scared to go home

There's some pointers in my ear, I couldn't hear what's goin' on

This a big hit, I hear a swish, then he gone

I like VVSes, we ain't got the same stones

Nigga, you a bitch, we ain't got the same soul

My shit really ring, we ain't got the same phone

This a big body, you ain't been in one of those

A thousand for my shirt, we don't wear the same clothes

I can put you on, we ain't got the same bowls

Niggas see me out and I bet his face

Niggas see me out, he ain't

I'm a young rich bastard

I'm a young rich bastard, I'ma put my niggas on (Franchise, Franchise)

I be throwin' up the four