No Fam
Woah no Fam no
No brrr no no no no
Aye no you can get smoked
Watch how you I just wanna blow
Ima have to blow if you come close
You will get smoked
No Fam woah tippy toes uh
Woah 6 feet yo
You will be 6 feet
If you ever try to creep
Don't blame the sorrow on me no no
Yeah pop out I just wanna pop out
Pop out with that glock out yeah
Sorrow he going to get buried tomorrow
Play with me yeah yeah
Play with me you just might die
Then I'ma play the game with my guys
Madden you will get sacked like madden
No Fam brrr ha yeah woah
Yeah woah gotta know how life goes
It don't go your way
You can die today
What would you do?
When the glock in your face
Would you make a choice?
Would you run for the chase?
But your going to get shot
I don't give a fuck
That's how I'll do it no Fam
You know I cannot go
Ima have to go slow
Riding slow just like a car go
Slow your going to die slow brrr
Yeah blah yeah what what
I don't put it on the guys
I put that shit on my momma
I'm from the Kane fuck your drama
You don't know about that
I can show you like that
I was born like that
You wasn't born like that
You make yourself like that
Your a fraud no Fam
That nigga is phony
Phony Fam yeah
Walk in your spot and take over your spot
Watch my index finger fuck on the glock blah
They thought they was off the hook
Until i reeled them in
They thought that we was Fam
Nigga don't call me twin blah blah no Fam
No Fam no Fam no Fam
No brrr no no no no
Aye no you can get smoked
Watch how you I just wanna blow
Ima have to blow if you come close
You will get smoked
No Fam woah tippy toes uh
Woah 6 feet yo
You will be 6 feet
If you ever try to creep
Don't blame the sorrow on me no no
Yeah pop out I just wanna pop out
Pop out with that glock out yeah
Sorrow he going to get buried tomorrow
Play with me yeah yeah
Play with me you just might die
Then I'ma play the game with my guys
Madden you will get sacked like madden
No Fam brrr ha yeah woah
Yeah woah gotta know how life goes
It don't go your way
You can die today
What would you do?
When the glock in your face
Would you make a choice?
Would you run for the chase?
But your going to get shot
I don't give a fuck
That's how I'll do it no Fam
You know I cannot go
Ima have to go slow
Riding slow just like a car go
Slow your going to die slow brrr
Yeah blah yeah what what
I don't put it on the guys
I put that shit on my momma
I'm from the Kane fuck your drama
You don't know about that
I can show you like that
I was born like that
You wasn't born like that
You make yourself like that
Your a fraud no Fam
That nigga is phony
Phony Fam yeah
Walk in your spot and take over your spot
Watch my index finger fuck on the glock blah
They thought they was off the hook
Until i reeled them in
They thought that we was Fam
Nigga don't call me twin blah blah no Fam
No Fam no Fam no Fam
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Writer(s): Jacob Altman, Tyrese Easton
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