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[Verse 1] A yeah nigga motherfuckin franchize in this bitch. Franchize records. Nigga pop in that motherfuckin door like we ainâ¬"t gon do shit. We donâ¬"t do no motherfuckin fights. Chizaman Triggerman. Know that chop up motherfucker. Yeah oh my. Buddy that fo 5 ready nigga. Oh my. Pimpin yo 9 cock to train nigga. Oh my. Yeah you know I keep mine on the chain. Oh my. What the fuck, hard not, nuts, me, ruts, all these motherfuckin guns. He ainâ¬"t got no more motherfuckin words. All you hear is that, when I lay you down on the ground is that, sound, they poppin like they hard but they feel, they hoes. I know that they get scared when they hear..oh no. First I get the k and then I. Itâ¬"s danger. Then I load a 100 rounds. One in the chamber. You gotta aim at the chest up. Then shoot at they head. If they vest up. My ak-45 and 9 milli cocked backed. You bout to run, squeeze of a button, will make yo head drop back. When I hear bitch say, Iâ¬"m ready to go. But when you hear my bitch say, Iâ¬"m letting her go. So what motherfucker what. Now here they come you betta duck motherfucker duck cuz you canâ¬"t run. Man fuck them bitch ass niggas talking dat fuck shit nigga. Hold them motherfuckin guns up, ride out. [Chorus] 45â¬"s and choppaz and 9â¬"s. 45â¬"s and choppaz and 9â¬"s. 45â¬"s and choppaz and 9â¬"s. 45â¬"s and choppaz and 9â¬"s. [Verse 2] Step on the scene with the green and a. When shit get ugly I put the beam on a. They probably became a murder scene called da. First it was shots sirens from the. Franchize team and we the king wit the. I donâ¬"t gotta say a thing you give me cream and you will. Iâ¬"m making shit spark like new years eve wit the. I tool like a broom I sweep em clean wit the. [Verse 3] These niggas be runnin dey mouth. But they donâ¬"t want drama. I been da kidnapped dey daughter. And send a note to her momma. I can rock timbs in the summer and still be cool in the summer. Write on you niggas like paper, but my tool in my lumber. Iâ¬"m moving work in the hood. And yall aint seein my number. Iâ¬"m paranoid already, I keep dat tool tuck number. When I pull up at the club itâ¬"s 26 on the hummer. Run dis up on the choppa take out like next on the hummer. [Chorus] [Verse 4] When it comes to war you know Iâ¬"m able son. My tool make a sound like a staple gun. Betta run. You scared you wanna live. Give it up know you familiar wit a robber is. Donâ¬"t get bust. Touch niggas for cash flow. Lock and load bitch go down a dusty road. Nigga froze, he didnâ¬"t like my sound check. Pop check. Yeah hoe I want yo whole check. [Verse 5] Every nigga got the heart to make it. But when its time to pull the trigger they gon choke. But if I reach the part to where I. Iâ¬"m lettin it flow and if it jam up Iâ¬"m gon. Release some more. Empty out the clip. I donâ¬"t need no worry. My team trained to go at anytime, that son you betta know. Military mind on the grind like commando. Flashlight fo 5 wit a pistol grip handle. And they talk about my mothefuckin boys ainâ¬"t ready. I got a motherfuckin squad on my motherfuckin hand. Franchize, franchize boyz, franchize records, till dem niggas, you already motherfuckin know. We takin over the motherfuckin streets nigga. Hey. [Chorus] |