We Claim That

[Intro: Fran¢]
Yup, Yup
Frankie baby baby baby baby, ain't no maybe
Oh my god, it's Che Merk! (Run it, run the town, run the town town)

[Chorus: Fran¢]
Run it, run the town, run the town town
See, They don’t make no hits with us
Nah 'cause we know they can’t spit with us
Nah see it’s gettin so ridiculous
You do the most and we're thinkin' it’s a little much
So step back, step back way back, way back
This beat, this beat, ate that ate that
She got yams, she got yams, A$AP, A$AP
The city, The city we claim that we claim that
We claim that, we claim that
We state facts, we claim that
We claim that, we claim that
The state cap, we claim that (Aye Legg)
We claim that, we claim that
It’s Che Merk, that made that (3Oh)
We claim that, we claim that
We claim that, we claim that

[Verse 1: 3Oh Black]
I'm on the road with Frankie Baby
In the field like I'm a safety (Sean Taylor)
I'm bout what I rap about
These rappers they could never play me
This my city, Fuck Trump (This my shit)
Run this shit like Forrest Gump (I run this shit)
I just want fellatio
3Oh Black not trynna hump (Blow 3Oh)
Pack me a carry-on, hop on the plane (Pack up a bag)
Hop off the plane, and I hop in the booth (Hop off the plane)
Hop on the phone with yo bitch, (Hello?)
She don't pull up empty handed nigga, she bringing me food (Yeah)
I'm in Orlando with gang, we 20 deep (Gang)
Whip up the work, you know I got the recipe (Whippin' the work)
How shorty done with me? She in the bed with me (How?)
Dropping this crank, niggas can't get ahead of me (Aye Legg)
This facts, that's fiction
You shootin', you missin'
I'm shootin', Im hittin'
No women, no children
I'm accurate, emaculate
Aye Legg, I'm packin' it
I foul, I'm hackin' it
Blow cheese, I'm stackin' it (Blow)
I run this shit like I'm rocking some cleats (I Run this shit)
Fuck with Malik, yeah I'm rocking' the EAT
Dr. Dre you know I'm killin' the beat
A capella, I don't need me a beat
I run this shit like I'm rocking some cleats
Fuck with Malik, yeah I'm rocking' the EAT
Dr. Dre you know I'm killin' the beat
A capella, I don't need me a beat (3Oh)

[Chorus: Fran¢]
See, They don’t make no hits with us
Nah 'cause we know they can’t spit with us
Nah see it’s gettin so ridiculous
You do the most and we're thinkin' it’s a little much
So step back, step back way back, way back
This beat, this beat, ate that ate that
She got yams, she got yams, A$AP, A$AP
The city, The city we claim that we claim that
We claim that, we claim that
We state facts, we claim that
We claim that, we claim that
The state cap, we claim that
We claim that, we claim that
It’s Che Merk, that made that
We claim that, we claim that
We claim that, we claim that

[Verse 2: Fran¢]
Frankie baby you can find me at the tippy top
Never trust a city cop, don’t spill shit like sippy cups
In Milwaukee gettin Bucks, in Miami with the Heat
Way I sell tix out in Boston, Kyrie's on my feet
Lil boy you can’t walk with me, I was born in Walter Reed
Northeast Baby, Chelly MC
I be going Nasty, like I’m Rico on a beat
We got youngins harder than you niggas out in DC (Facts)
I be on TV, PGC, KYS (Facts)
We do more and saying less
Cashing checks, too blessed to stress
I would say I was the best, but that just goes without sayin'
Flying in a gold coupe, going ape Super Saiyan
Independent I ain’t playin'
All these labels wanna fuck me but "Ima boy Damon!"
All you little niggas gettin bold
Meet us on U St
We turn beef to chili bowls

[Chorus: Fran¢]
See, They don’t make no hits with us
Nah 'cause we know they can’t spit with us
Nah see it’s gettin so ridiculous
You do the most and we're thinkin' it’s a little much
So step back, step back way back, way back
This beat, this beat, ate that ate that
She got yams, she got yams, A$AP, A$AP
The city, The city we claim that we claim that
We claim that, we claim that
We state facts, we claim that
We claim that, we claim that
The state cap, we claim that
We claim that, we claim that
It’s Che Merk, that made that
We claim that, we claim that
We claim that, we claim that
Oh my god, it's Che Merk!