Alibi

[Prod. by High Spyryts]

[Intro: Frank, An Average Rapper]
I'm coming back home/
Meet you at the back door/
Well that's the plan though/
Already past four/
Texts me "Where you at though?"/
I'm on my way/
You know I'm on my way/
I can tell that you're nervous/
It all be fine/
All be fine, yeah/

[Chorus: Frank, An Average Rapper]
Call and tell them that you can't make it/
Call and tell them that you made other plans/
Call and tell them that you ain't gotta car, you can't get off work/
Or you're hanging with your girlfriends/
They ain't gotta know the reason why/
They ain't gotta know the reason why/
And you ain't gonna make it back in time/
We don't need plans, just some good good and an alibi/

[Verse 1: Frank, An Average Rapper]
Saying she don't look good, good I know that's a lie/
Say she a model but "clook clook", now she camera shy/
I think some people mistook, took, me for satisfied/
Haters still trying to say look, look it's a "Samurai"/
But I got an outfit that's causing them all to stare again/
And every girl I meet always talking about my hair again/
Walk the fine line between confidence and then arrogance/
We're the reason Americans all wonder where the parent is/
Hits like I'm Sonny Liston, hit like I'm Sonny Liston/
The goal from the beginning, what turning living to business/
Talking like she Mrs., but when we start with commitment/
When I barely make half a day in one outfit before I switch it/
Had a couple girls on the DL/
Broke a couple hearts now they all on the DL/
Paying over retail, wanna know the details?/
Wanna see me? She's been checking through my texts, send an email/

[Bridge: Frank, An Average Rapper]
They don't gotta know, aye/ (4x)

[Verse 2: Rob Hicks]
Sex symbol, gold bottoms with a nose rings
Left town in a coach , he returned with a Gold
Link/
Women love my style (static) watch me go deep/
Taste *** in my mouth, j***es dripping down my goatee/
Yeah, keep it a hundred, you ain't gotta lie/
To kill the ***** , I'mma need some Henn and an alibi/
Baby all I need is that good good and an alibi/
Tryna get a *** , so don't call me till its after 9/
Don't bring yo *******, baby we do not need them/
Your friends act like hoes so that is how I treat them/
And I would bite my tongue if I had to eat them/
And if you find me in your BMs, DMs, boy don't get hurt/
Cuz homie it ain't **** to write no lit verse/
For you and yo posse including Bugatti, oh wait it gets worse.../
You ain't got no rhymes ******?/
My dude you need church, I ****** his girl up on his turf, in the whip I lift skirts/
Messing with the wrong ***** bro/
I'm tryna chill pour some Activus and sip it slow, uh/
All I need is that good good and an alibi/
Girl I can give you that good good till we're out of time/

[Verse 3: Brian Fresco]
Tell her call one of your friends, you need an alibi/
Step over your ***** at school, I'm on my Allen I/
Get on her on like 2pac, come through with that bandana tie/
She like how I keep it wet, cause you you keep it alibied/
The car slip, she came in instantly, mind boggling/
Don't do the social media cause she ain't into following/
Or borrowing, she keep answering to me/
So I keep hollering/
And startling her roommates, and they know the name, say hi to me/
And battling my gut cause they tell me not to **** with you/
But how can I not **** with you, when I have so much fun with you/
Tsumani wave, keep a ***** swimming like a guppy do/
Or hippie too, so she flaming up soon as I surface too/
That pretty face, call your alibi, I know your body ache/
Tell him you was at the gym, you like your body toned and shaped/
Tell him that your best friend was texting her boyfriend/
Don't gotta know what we did, just hit my line and tweaking, uh/

[Chorus]

[Bridge]