Dem Franchize Boyz My Music Lyrics:
[JD]
That So So Def Shit

[Chorus:]
Make my fucking music for da boys wit da Ol da Ol
school clothes & da strip clubs [6x]

[Verse:]
Everytime I Do it u no jus who i do it for my og
niggas my girls in da stripclub and for my top
cats thats block using its fuck da cops serve da
rocks on da block music and any club any party
they'll rock this im setting my trend dog its lean
wit it rock wit it and for da projects buildings
behind da locked gates they do what they gotta do
and hudtle in a top brick monving them O's making
they pinches we grind til we ride sitting on
24" my ghetto niggas and bitches know how i
keep it hood i keep it gutta all my gangstas know
just how i do it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I'm da shit u cant say im not i keep whitekeep
purp lik a crayon box and got a nice whip game man
i cant lie shit i can cook crack on a camp fire
put it in my hands i can make it i can make it go
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if i cant move then imma call Tonio i let da
bullets from my gun spread im selling hard white
yall selling cornbread first i drop it then mix
hit da pot lik i ask for a bar at risk yep in my
white tee so u no i keep it white and i keep green
like a traffic light

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Well pimpin u no who it b its Bun to that letter b
101 persent gangstacheck my pedigree movin through
yo city lik da mothafuckin mayor hate me nigga
like i muthafuckin care ya im da king of da trill
got da streets in a headlock a headbussa bitch so
heads up i keep da leg cocked selling mo yayo than
u can stuff in a breadbox and imma keep on pushin
even when da feds flop forreal i represent da
trill i stand up for da hood im holdin down da
underground just like a nigga should UGK and DFB
we do it for da block them D-boys in trap foldin
work keepin it locked and dont stop. Verse 4i make
my music for da ones servin j's and da bitches in
da club shakin ass for da pay for da ones on da
block block holders for da ones that will knock yo
head off yo shoulders thats gangsta i do it for da
thugs and da bitches in hood on every type of
drugs shift across da border (the purp) to da
colas i hustle spreewells like im 310 motors (pawn
shop nigga) keep a couple handguns chopped in the
trunk and they keep one in they hand son be honest
im not da test u wanna test boy my motive is to
kill a nigga shoot above da chest boy

[Chorus]
Lyrics: My Music, Dem Franchize Boyz [end]