[Intro: Baby Smoove]
Franchise, Franchise
(Yeah, forever ever)
(Rocaine, this bitch hard)
My baby, look, big-head
Blue Franchise, Baby Franchise
Basketball Boys

[Verse: Baby Smoove]
She might get a Perc' from me, she ain't get that Birk' from me
Everybody know I keep a pint and a Nerf on me
Boy, you broke as hell, how the fuck you want a verse from me?
Hit that button in her stomach, now her coochie got a curse on me
On the court, we get and-ones, hold that drank for ransom
I'm in the hood, if you hit that corner fast, I'm gon' blow somethin'
Boy, you're brokе as hell, fuck your gun, it don't mean nothin'
I got a feelin' if we smokе 'em, they gon' say they seen somethin'
Codeine start my appetite, bangin' left, I ain't never right
She'll never get another chance if she don't do it right
I can make my bitches get along, they won't never fight
Brand-new set of strikers, shit, what block we 'bout to hit tonight?
I feel like I'm Dex, I told RayRay bring them choppers out
Swear to God, my first night back in the city, we in **** house
Fillin' empty clips, but right now, I just point 'em out
All that woofin' on the 'net, but you ain't tell 'em 'bout your mommy house
Y'all n***as playin', but I'm not
Doowop just walked in, we 'bout to pour another pop
I got bitches in LA, I got bitches in the Bronx
I got bitches out in Texas, still got bitches from the block
I got Gucci, Fendi, Dior, it's all over me
I got Wock' mixed in with Quagen all inside of me
Please try to keep me happy, you don't know the other side of me
You was never Franchise, just a groupie, well, you tried to be
I know all my—
I know all my bitches, they ain't never ever tired of me
Get to blowin' with that switch, swear to God they think it's nine of me