Ribs

[Intro]
(You touch her again, you're dead!)
(Fraxinus)
(Franchise)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: 556Kurumi]
Who-who the fuck he think he is? (Yeah)
I bet he gon' be quiet when I walk down with that stick (Yeah)
Minute I catch me an opp, we gon' smoke him like a cig (Yeah)
Told me she love me a lot, "Kurumi" tatted on her ribs
Got a different type of Benzo every time I'm in the crib (Yeah)
None you bitches on my level, you ain't like me, you my kid (Yeah)
Ch-choppa bangin' like some treble, it's gon' hit his [?]
I show up and this bitch mental, bet she wonder where I been (Yeah, yeah)
I won't toss, I won't turn
You want smoke, tell me when (Yeah, yeah)
In my flow, tryna slide
Got me layin', that depends (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Take your ho for a ride in the new Mercedes-Benz (Yeah)
She wan' come to this side, stackin' cheese, see no lil' bands (Yeah)

[Verse 2: hopoutyoshino]
Can't stop running outta bands, huh (Yeah, yeah)
Glock, it got a switch and it's gon' bust, it's on demand, huh (Yeah, yeah)
He say he got guns out, but I think shit's finna jam (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
ARP with drumline, let it hit just like a band (Just like a band)
I'm in the field with a stick, no hockey
Jump out on the block, no, he cannot stop me
He be wastin' my time, I done blew up a hit
Finna send that boy up through the roof of the function (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She thinkin' 'bout calling and hoping I jump in
Hopped out the truck and that wheel be something
[?] got my head out the roof
And that's why these bitches be running (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got these hundreds in my jeans (In my jeans)
Your bitch, she cannot count on you, so she wanna fuck on me (Fuck on me)
What ain't wrong with it, lil' baby, diamonds flockin' to a G
Tell that boy look like he eatin' lots of magazines

[Outro: 556Kurumi]
Who-who the fuck he think he is?
I bet he gon' be quiet when I walk down with that stick
Told me she love me a lot, "Kurumi" tatted on her ribs