Famous Lyrics

Slide down his block with fire Yeah this that hot shit I was in the club and had them do a mosh pit

Foreign whip geeked up got 200 on the dash I just pray to God that I don't ever fucking crash

Why the fuck would I need a hoe? She don't look nothing like my bag

Bitch I can never be too motherfuckin' mad

I get geeked up ride inside a black truck Fuck around and put my feet up

But I just like the way the foreign got 200 on the dash

Pull up trippin' we on his ass Like where is you goin' you said my name

Inside that song don't run too fast Step back two times you touch me

I bet I crash Fuck around and find out I bet this glitch Go through your mouth

Slide through black tint you can't see inside this bitch I won't even fucking lie I keep on swervin In this bitch

Huh yeah can they catch me

Nigga no never I was off the drugs I had a bitch I named

her Elsa

Yeah slide down his block with fire ya this that

hot shit I was in the club and had them do a mosh pit

Foreign whip geeked up got 200 on the dash I just pray to God that I don't ever fucking

crash Why the fuck would I need a hoe she don't

look nothin' like my bag

Bitch I can never be too motherfuckin' mad

Walk inside the club I'm poppin' all these bottles this shit here sad

I been off these drugs they say I walk around lookin' mad

Foreign shit tryna text my phone but I don't know what she sayin

I told the bitch to use a translator I don't give no damn

I been off these drugs and losing my brain this shit here bad

He said he was gon' kill me seen my face and almost fainted

I can't even lie like I been good on God I'm goin' insane

You ain't never been high and heard the reaper sang your name

Got a lot of shit built up but I'm okay cause I'm a man

I never cry about this shit or throw out my goddamn hand

When you face to face with death open your eyes dont think about shit

All we know you hit one of mines this on God boy we send a blitz

If one of mines cry then all of yours fly

Young niggas come through trippin' sending the shit out to the sky

We earned our stripes glocks R us okay we piped up

Fourteen with a ten-milli he armed and dangerous

I got bros havin' shit for real they don't wanna be famous

You don't need to know his name fuck that shit that boy there nameless