Famous Hoes

I don't really fuck with no famous, 'cause the famous be the lamest I want the same bros at the same low Still goin' post up at the same slow Know where we at if you blow you some back I be waitin' on this shit, you just say that it's cold I come with this belt on your ass and I switch your tax And the Drake and the Louis V raincoat

I love these bands and shit that do what I say so when Draco You never ask me for shit so I give you way more than a fake Shit that stay holdin' her hand out Shoot back to my old town, I don't want you around You know you found out, you know I only let gang rhyme And you only know me on the ground line

Got a family to feed, I can't let them down Can't let none of these shit take me out If they miss when we spin, we come back around If they hit you and kill you, I'll pay them off Just other days I done made like I ate it wild I got bills to be paid, I can't play it off Bitch, you lie to my face, that ain't fair at all When I cry to your face, you ain't care at all

Who the fuck pick me up when I'm feelin' down If I ever hold a gen shit, I was hittin' the ground I swear to God we gon' kill them all Somebody smokin' a blunt with my scent allowed Tryna talk about my body baby momma She the only one know how to piss me off I get high, turn my mind and my feelings off I'ma stay on this grind 'til I fuckin' die

I'ma shine like the sky 'til I fuckin' die Swear to God I be high 'til I fuckin' die Hope you know that you mine 'til we fuckin' die Bitch if I really love you to death, you can say I'm obsessed I ain't tryna' to do nothin' without you I'ma starve if I gotta eat lunch without you I'm not drivin' if I gotta ride without you Hide your face so nobody know nothin' about you

I don't really fuck with no famous, 'cause the famous be the lamest I want the same bros at the same low Still goin' post up at the same slow Know where we at if you blow you some back I be waitin' on this shit, you just say that it's cold I come with this belt on your ass and I switch your tax And the Drake and the Louis V raincoat

I love these bands and shit that do what I say so when Draco You never ask me for shit so I give you way more than a fake Shit that stay holdin' her hand out Shoot back to my old town, I don't want you around You know you found out, you know I only let gang rhyme And you only know me on the ground line