I Think They Like Me (Dem Franchize Boyz)

Yea these niggaz like me, haters want to fight me Yea these niggaz mad cuz I came up over night B Yea I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to fight me If you had some figures you will be just like me Yea these niggaz mad cuz I shining like a light B Niggaz talking yep in there muthafuckin throwback It ain't real, you know, that's Muhammedz where they sold dat We stepping on these niggaz like a muthafuckin door mat When I hit the scene they take pictures call me Kodak These hoes goin crazy like think they need some prozac We the hottest thing in the marker and you no dat If Yo bitch chosed up and she don't want to go back We stackin big faces cuz we still spending throwbacks! Ohh I think they like me Haters want 2 fight me I'm snatching ya ass up First nigga act up first nigga get bust Just ta gettin shredded, while im twirlin n switchin swords T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz) Self made self paid we latch around in our white tee Ashy black shirt well get down in ya brown tee My hundred throwback we sport a jersey by Ali And if he make one (hell naw dat dont sight me!) I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice peace Ear piece icy they straight up like me You heard pimpin playa (they shine so brightly) Don't stand so close vision burners with ice blingers Respect my whole squad no you can't even touch us cuz Role out the red carpet high 5 to show us love Carry barretas count cheddar we trend settas I'm a franchize niggga have a mil or betta A young nigga I luv to muthafuckin fight but when shit get thick I grab the k he grab the pipe so when my muthafuckin partnas when they rumble when they right strap up in all black, so make dem suckas see da light some people say im crazy, my eye stay lazy the neck so sweet, ten bricks for the 80 killin fuck niggas when they dont wanna pay me ones on my shirt, stay clean so i made it we back on the block, servin glass to the jay nigga gotta glass jar, swappin shit, breakin face gotta yays and a bar, clean ones, stay laced gotta king fitch tell her get the fuck out tha way wet paint, big shoes, move motors lets race young nigga tryin ta get it, wat i care about a case if u want me come n get me bitch i gotta AK see yall nigga, me n my click n we dont muthafuckin play