Frank: Evening, Madame. Yeah how you doing? I'm finna spit it out, get a dow, deal it out Hit about a milli other lovelier in the dome before I skidder out Feeling good about that I say mmm, too cold, le roi de froiduer King Kong, and the beat Pompeii with a bat to the back of the rap concierge With that concerned, then I'd wreck and burn Never let'em insure that'll never get learned Yearn Everest, cold like Severus, it's a manevolant evident turn Check yo mans finna get sh** handed bandit b**hes stitchin bandages On my management, he my mans and sh**, hit a zan let a gram hit the fan and swift Hands off, gotta get a better grip on sh**, this Girl finna get a bit lit in my office Aw this chick heard a bit around town, downtown found how to ground pound that sh** get off Pound on my wrist, girl no no don't front me Flirt in the dirt no shirt, no skirt, mo purp gonna make that berry pop Me and that girl we fairly rock Pair with a flare and a cherry top Finna bury pop where the sun don't shine and the young don't climb on the rocks Oh girl you a fox, let's go down down to the cover down low where I made her go (ah) Finna co*k, reload, and rock n roll, continue to get hot, b**h Chorus: OOO x 8