Frailboys - Oh Man

Oh man, feel like Saquon when I run up them bands (Aye)
No Tour de France, but I got the juice like my names Lance (Uh)
Bitch I’m the boss, I feel like lil uzi I do what I want
So call me a car, I'm off the wock but I don’t like to walk
Ooh, they talking to me like star
I got with all these women want, but won't trip about no broad
My fit look like a million bucks, might catch me in Milan
Big ring I won the championship, you hear to cheer me on
Ok, you know I smoke that quality
That high octane, that 93
And no you cannot smoke with me
Unless you got exotic weed
I treat the club just like a nunnery
Cause I got these girls on they knees
I treat these rappers like my students
Class in session better take a seat
(Yuh, yuh, aye)
Oh man, don’t care if you like me
Your bitch is a fan (Aye)
I walk in, I’m getting daps from all your mans (Aye)
I count cash, I don’t go to class but I know how to add (Aye)
You down bad, hating on me cause I’m doing what you can’t
Hating on me cause I’m winning
Mad cause you stay on the couch like the Simpsons
Fuck around catch me a sentence
I'd rather be the villain than the victim
When I pull up to your city
Look like i stepped out the pool, I be dripping
Frailboys ball out, like Jordan and Pippen
Frail, but my pockets look like they been lifting (Yuh, yuh)
My pockets built like the rock
Package too heavy, I might need assistance
Please don’t touch my rafs, don’t like to kiss but I'm rocking the simmons
Hoes on me when I walk in the building
Damn that bitch bad, and so is her sister
When I’m in LA, they be like “Oh, hey”
I feel like a bank, I’m collecting interest
Ooh, they talking to me like star
I got with all these women want, but won't trip about no broad
My fit look like a million bucks, might catch me in Milan
Big ring I won the championship, you hear to cheer me on
(Yeah)
I’m on (Based on)
My money old like get off of my lawn (My lawn)
I do sign language I talk with my funds
She know what’s up when I start throwing ones
Ou he on x-games mode look at the stunts
I get the money and then I am gone
Then we gon spin it back like a re-run (Run)
Harriet Tub, Imma lead all of my gang to above
How these niggas two .50, but can't get a buck
This shit was written, Taken not given
She fuck with scrubs like a nursing assistant
I can give you a shovel, you still cannot dig it
Ballin' like Barkley, no Charles, (Ya get it)
Ooh, they talking to me like star
I got with all these women want, but won't trip about no broad
My fit look like a million bucks, might catch me in Milan
Big ring I won the championship, you hear to cheer me on
Oh man, feel like Saquon when I run up them bands (Aye)
No Tour de France, but I got the juice like my names Lance (Uh)
Bitch I’m the boss, I feel like lil uzi I do what I want
So call me a car, I'm off the wock but I don’t like to walk

Written by:
Frail Casper, Frail Damian

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