lil q5 - Famous

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

Written by:
Lil 5

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