Frank White - Zuse

Turn your wall red in your wall white

Cocaine fiends and they all white

All of mi thugs them dem all right

Yeah I run the street call me Frank White, grr

Frank White, yeah, yeah, Frank White

Yeah I run the street call me Frank White, grr

R.I.P you’re a dead guy

Shoot you in your face, broad daylight

You can’t walk a mile in these Louis shoes

All the cash on me, I’ve been paying dues

One more word to me nigga, action news

My four-five sneezing like it got the flu

Burberry belt hold the ting-ting

Nigga cuff they hoe like they in Sing Sing

God like Zuse make pass moves

Never met my shooter, that’s a passed move

Turn your wall red in your wall white

Cocaine fiends and they all white

All of mi thugs them dem all right

Yeah I run the street call me Frank White, grr

Frank White, yeah, yeah, Frank White

Yeah I run the street call me Frank White, grr

R.I.P you’re a dead guy

Shoot you in your face, broad daylight

They love me like Hova

Copyright, Coca-Cola

Got rich off of the yola

Now I overlook orders

They love me like I’m coca

Talking rock like I’m Hova

Moving bricks underwater

On the phone with my lawyer

As a few

Move the ye 'cross the border

Want a war I’mma show ya

Ridin' high in a Rover

I got love for my soldiers

They will leave you in comas

Chopper under the sofa

Fuck around, I will smoke ya, yeah

Turn your wall red in your wall white

Cocaine fiends and they all white

All of mi thugs them dem all right

Yeah I run the street call me Frank White, grr

Frank White, yeah, yeah, Frank White

Yeah I run the street call me Frank White, grr

R.I.P you’re a dead guy

Shoot you in your face, broad daylight