For The Fam ft. Heyslime Lyrics

Nigga been getting real crazy

Getting buckets like Tracy Mcgrady

Nigga ain't got no hustle he lazy

I'm in the stu and I'm getting faded

I hop on mic then I'm going dumb

Told Fifty to spin he already spun

Aye red on me like Shanks

Aye I fucked your bitch she said thanks

Aye a young nigga turning great

Aye I put the dinner on your plate

Uh Melly Mel the bag chaser

Aye I fucked your bitch I like her flavor

Aye no I'm not trynna date her

Aye I'm trynna get this paper

Count up the green like Zoro

You know I'm trynna get more though

My momma need a new couch

My momma need a new house

My momma need a new fridge

A nigga was down bad you know how it is

A nigga was down but I really had nun

Bet a nigga start winning they ain't seeing shit coming

Get a couple hunnit bands watch they bitches start running

Any day of the week bet you know a nigga stuttin

Why yo pockets got change cause you niggas not hustling

Gotta get to the M's cause I need me a dozen

I've been living my life cause these hoes are not studying

My phone keep ringing got the trap line buzzin

My phone keep ringing got the trap line hittin

Would've thought I was child by the way I was shitting

All these hoes on my dick would've thought I was pimpin

Got this fat shit hit him make a nigga start limpin

Give a nigga two shots cause the nigga start flinchin

Fucked the bitch one time got her trippin

Fucked the bitch two times it was hitting

Gotta get to the money that's all that I came for

Get 25k trynna up on my bankroll

Brodie sippin on purple he thought he in Saints Row

On the court I'm like D Rose

Trynna back door me I might shoot through your peephole

It can really get lethal

I just stay to myself give a fuck bout these people

Nigga thought I was done but I made me a sequel

I'm a real life star in this bitch no regal

Tap my back like I'm wearing a V suit

Swear a nigga too focus no I don't wanna see you

Like bitch I don't wanna see you

I'm trynna turn up these people

Cause bitch I'm the man I'm Mel

OTM ain't ever gon fail

That's my dawg I swear I won't tell

And If he fall I got him on bail

I praise God I ain't ever going to hell

Your car slow, It's small, It's snail

I do what I do for the fam

I'm just trynna go make these bands

I Only Talk Money I'm so locked in ion even need new friends

I walk in everybody turn heads

The thing is you won't see me dead

Everybody round me see red

Just know that I said what I said damn