[Intro: FG Famous]
Yeah, what
It's Famous nigga
Look
[Chorus: FG Famous]
I feel like fuck a nigga, if he ain't been there from the start
And bitch don't ask me why, 'cause I ain't got no fuckin' heart
My mama gone, daddy in jail, that shit tearin' me apart
I don't got too much to lose, advise you don't fuck with lil Marky
'Cause if you do, watch I spin the loop, wet you up before dark
Retaliation is a must, so when it's up them choppers bark
Ain't no missin', watch this cutter spark and force your car apart
Just might flip your shit, make the stick do a trick like martial arts
[Verse 1: FG Famous]
Just got some info from a nigga 'bout a nigga, say they want my head
Like I ain't clutchin' on the fuckin' cutters with one in the head
Bitch it's over with, I'm not a maid but I'm gon' make your bed
Up and bust your shit with dirty sticks, I bet you end up dead
That's some real shit, when cutters spit I doubt you make it out
I gotta get you first, 'cause if I don't he'll probably take me out
Could've listened to my auntie and went the safer route
But shit you know how that go, like Dolph I went the paper route
Now I'm on, all these square niggas just tryna snake me out
Bitch you must be stupid, let me creep and catch you on the couch
Me don't leave no witness, killin' everybody in the house
Hop back in the rental, then I slide back to that dirty south
Bitch that's what it is, got no other choice but respect it
Yeah, swerve through my section, watch how quick shit gon' get hectic
Fuck that, that go for any lil nigga think I be reppin'
Niggas be pillow talking, knowin' them hoes come back and tell it
So I put all my trust in my cutter
I know she won't change when shit get gutter
You fuck with the gang but you gotta suffer
I went through the pain, you can't see the struggle?
It run through my veins, I was born a hustler
We ain't the same so I'm hollerin' fuck you
Ain't sparin' nothin', bitch you ain't my brother
Pussy, that's why
Yeah, what
It's Famous nigga
Look
[Chorus: FG Famous]
I feel like fuck a nigga, if he ain't been there from the start
And bitch don't ask me why, 'cause I ain't got no fuckin' heart
My mama gone, daddy in jail, that shit tearin' me apart
I don't got too much to lose, advise you don't fuck with lil Marky
'Cause if you do, watch I spin the loop, wet you up before dark
Retaliation is a must, so when it's up them choppers bark
Ain't no missin', watch this cutter spark and force your car apart
Just might flip your shit, make the stick do a trick like martial arts
[Verse 1: FG Famous]
Just got some info from a nigga 'bout a nigga, say they want my head
Like I ain't clutchin' on the fuckin' cutters with one in the head
Bitch it's over with, I'm not a maid but I'm gon' make your bed
Up and bust your shit with dirty sticks, I bet you end up dead
That's some real shit, when cutters spit I doubt you make it out
I gotta get you first, 'cause if I don't he'll probably take me out
Could've listened to my auntie and went the safer route
But shit you know how that go, like Dolph I went the paper route
Now I'm on, all these square niggas just tryna snake me out
Bitch you must be stupid, let me creep and catch you on the couch
Me don't leave no witness, killin' everybody in the house
Hop back in the rental, then I slide back to that dirty south
Bitch that's what it is, got no other choice but respect it
Yeah, swerve through my section, watch how quick shit gon' get hectic
Fuck that, that go for any lil nigga think I be reppin'
Niggas be pillow talking, knowin' them hoes come back and tell it
So I put all my trust in my cutter
I know she won't change when shit get gutter
You fuck with the gang but you gotta suffer
I went through the pain, you can't see the struggle?
It run through my veins, I was born a hustler
We ain't the same so I'm hollerin' fuck you
Ain't sparin' nothin', bitch you ain't my brother
Pussy, that's why
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