We Claim That - FRAN¢, 3ohblack

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)

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

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)

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

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

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!