Bein Famous

GOB
He said 20 was handy

Homeboy flexing to his bitch saying he know me, know he lyin'
Whinin' the whole time
His bitch want me to stay over, I ain't got the time
Trap-a-holics, real trap shit

Homeboy flexing to his bitch saying he know me but I know he lying
And I been fucked his bitch and he been whining the whole time
And his bitch want me to stay over but baby I ain't got the time
And I told her, "Hold my guap first", she said, "Baby do your thang"

And I can't trust these niggas so that's why I keep my thang with me
And if you ain't with the street shit don't get your ass cooked nigga just for hanging
And a lot of these niggas start getting a little money then they get to changing
I'd rather have this money and my niggas with me, shit fuck being famous (damn, son, where'd you find this?)

I'd rather rather have this money and my niggas with me, shit fuck being famous
Lot of niggas talk a lot of shit, so them guns get to aiming
My niggas don't bullshit, lots of men we banging
If you ain't with the street shit don't get cooked just for hanging (real trap shit)

Pull up on a fuck nigga block and them shots get to ringing
Sneak dissing to that bitch, and my phone got to ringing
Rapping just to get slick out, I ain't trying to get famous
Tryna get a whole licence, came right to changin'
And these boys are firing the K, and y'all niggas y'all fake
'Cause I'm getting money fuck nigga and that's the reason y'all hate
Boy, play your place with me
Flexing to your bitch like you the nigga boy stay away from me

Homeboy flexing to his bitch saying he know me but I know he lying
And I been fucked his bitch and he been whining the whole time
And his bitch want me to stay over but baby I ain't got the time
And I told her, "Hold my guap first", she said, "Baby do your thang"

And I can't trust these niggas so that's why I keep my thang with me
And if you ain't with the street shit don't get your ass cooked nigga just for hanging
And a lot of these niggas start getting a little money then they get to changing
I'd rather have this money and my niggas with me, shit fuck being famous

I'd rather have this money and my niggas with me, fuck being famous
Hit the club with the gang totin' 30s and them thangs, we armed and dangerous
And we gang banging, don't get changed man
We ain't like y'all rapping ass niggas, got hammers on us we aiming

Young nigga I came from nothing that's why I'm 'bout a sack
Start finessing, I'm playing with these racks and I don't know how to act
Remember me, Kobe, Capo, and Duwop was on the block gettin' off the act
RIP Kobe, me and Duwop boss cap getting off the act

We leaning, we dozing off a four
Bro still got a 30 up on his head, run up we gon' blow
"What happened to them niggas?" We don't know
Trying to stack my digits ain't flexing for no hoes

Homeboy flexing to his bitch saying he know me but I know he lying
And I been fucked his bitch and he been whining the whole time
And his bitch want me to stay over but baby I ain't got the time
And I told her, "Hold my guap first", she said, "Baby do your thang"

And I can't trust these niggas so that's why I keep my thang with me
And if you ain't with the street shit don't get your ass cooked nigga just for hanging
And a lot of these niggas start getting a little money then they get to changing
I'd rather have this money and my niggas with me, shit fuck being famous