Gallery Provence
Animal Control
[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Franchise
Franchise, the young rich bastard

[Verse]
She see me take one, now she want one, too
I ride through the city with bananas, n***a, this a zoo
Smack a n***a with the Glock, leave a n***a tooth loose
My n***as rich shooters, they be goin' coo-coo
I hate a broke n***a who try to talk the price down
He was speakin' on me, he a long live now
N***as know how that shit go when you caught out of bounds
Catch a n***a slippin', he be runnin' from the sound
Started up a grow house, now there's pounds in your town
I just made a million, why sign for it now?
My house to the city, that's at least fifty miles
Push thе button on the Glock, one second, fifty rounds
Boy, you ain't got no hustlе, couldn't move a half a pound
This shit was already sold before it hit the town
These n***as old as hell, tryna copy how I sound
I ain't dropped in a year, still bigger than these clowns
You thinkin' 'cause I rap, I won't go hit your account
You thinkin' 'cause I rap, I won't go flip me a pound
Boy, these bullets big as hell, don't let 'em hit your mouth
I just made four hundred thousand, I was sitting on my couch
Drink a eight one day 'cause they said it was a drought
So much lean in my stomach, shit, it made a lil' pouch
I was pullin' phones, you was watchin' Wild'N Out
Hunnid choppas in the crib like Osama penthouse
I ain't gotta call nobody to go and pull a quarter out
Tryna dodge the hook, I done took the other route
You tryna make some money, we can open a account
You tryna make some money, drive these to this house
Why you actin' like that? You ain't know he was a mouse?
Quarterback and receivin', so I only know the route
Call animal control, it's some birds in this house
Bitch, I can't kiss you, you got germs in your mouth
Shoot a n***a for these buffs, kill a n***a for my chain
Shit, these Percs don't work, I got a different type of pain
They don't know I would've crashed out before Kane
Paid a n***a to go crash out, to me, it's just change
I've been gettin' bored, my socks five hunnid
I don't even like Wraiths, but I'm rich, so I want it
On the East deep as hell, six strikers on Conan
N***as know they jewelry cheap, if it was me, I wouldn't want it
Big F, the rich franchise and they know it
That n***a think he sweet, but he run around owin'
Every time a bum get a lil' money, he gon' show it
You can't even show me to your bitch, she gon' throw it
Five grams in the 'Wood, they like, "The fuck goin' on?"
N***a, I'm the reason she ain't pickin' up the phone
Tell 'em I'm the reason why you scared to go home
There's some pointers in my ear, I couldn't hear what's goin' on
This a big hit, I hear a swish, then he gone
I like VVSes, we ain't got the same stones
N***a, you a bitch, we ain't got the same soul
My shit really ring, we ain't got the same phone
This a big body, you ain't been in one of those
A thousand for my shirt, we don't wear the same clothes
I can put you on, we ain't got the same bowls
N***as see me out and I bet his face
N***as see me out, he ain't
I'm a young rich bastard, but I'm
I'm a young rich bastard, I'ma put my n***as on (Franchise, franchise)
I be throwin' up the four