Hall of Fame

Every time I check my phone
All this bitch do is complain
She said I ain't like the rest
So I ran a different game
If you see me work that Glock
You gon think I'm hall of fame
Do a windmill on yo thot
Make her wanna share my name
Fuck with us that's suicide
He came with ya two gon die
Foreign shit came from Dubai
She top me right through the fly
Me and hoes won't be attached
Hit her once ain't textin back
MOB that shit a fact
7 blunts I'm facin that

Roll up another I'm tryna get higher
Walk out the house I got 3 or 4 lighters
Kno I'm plugged in I could be yo supplier
You gettin killed if you come with a wire
Tre fifty seven that bitch shootin fire
You gotta red dot my green dot is brighter
Money the motive I never get tired
Black Money Records who wanna get hired
Tryna get hired I'll put you to work
Can't move fast when you be off that syrup
Claimin that hoe I was hittin her first
That lil coochie don't got no worth
Fully automatic or the 3 round burst if I don't like the gun Ima get reimbursed
Schemin ass nigga think he finna lurk finna go a fee put his ass ona shirt
Jokes on you fuck nigga you dead talkin all that shit till they popped yo head
Tape ona scene that shit all red can't hang around him cause I kno he fed
Used to have dirty ass guns ina car see the red blue lights you kno I fled
Came a long way I'm tryna do better that's day by day I'm gettin my bread
I put this shit together most of y'all ain't pay attention
I left that bitch alone cause everyday she started trippin
You ain't believe the vision see me now you reminiscin
I kno if I get locked up most of y'all won't pay a visit
And when I speak the truth it just seem like you hate to listen
Like I could say yo name but yo goof ass ain't worth a mention
Too many people doin anything for recognition
It's 5 percent my windows and my whip on low suspension
Aye all red car like Bloody Mary
Blues on me like Jason Terry
Zaza green like Larry Larry
Never lack that's necessary
Don't get put in obituary
Fuck I look like gettin married
See that when I'm gettin buried
Fuck a thot, where the dough
Everyday I need some more
Maskin up, up the pole
If the trap keep movin slow
She act up, let her go
Cause she ain't my favorite hoe
Ain't gon lie, need some love
But I ain't gon chase it tho
From the heart straight to the mic
Man this shit like therapy
Niggas bark but got no bite
Let me kno you scared of beef
Pull up now get shot on sight
Thought you could compare to me
Shorty must want brack tonight
Walked in she kept starin at me

Every time I check my phone
All this bitch do is complain
She said I ain't like the rest
So I ran a different game
If you see me work that Glock
You gon think I'm hall of fame
Do a windmill on yo thot
Make her wanna share my name
Fuck with us that's suicide
He came with ya two gon die
Foreign shit came from Dubai
She top me right through the fly
Me and hoes won't be attached
Hit her once ain't textin back
MOB that shit a fact
Aye 7 blunts I'm facin that