Yhung D - The Fame

Ha back at it again
Fuck about the fame nigga
Only worried bout the money give a fuck about the fame
If he want it he got it ima leave him with no brain
He was flexing on da gram strip a nigga for his chains
Yhung D in this bitch i aint playin on no games
Playing on no games pop a nigga like a tic tac
Spark a nigga up like a motherfukin zig sag
Break that nigga down like a mutherfukin kit kat
Show me all that action ion really fuck with Chit Chat
Dog ass nigga give a fuck about a thooter
Always keep it on me lil nigga ima shooter
Never love a bitch lets just get that understood
If a nigga want the smoke, smoke a nigga like a wood
I aint worried bout no nigga im just worried bout these bands
Theres a glock on my right but i can always throw hands
If a nigga want the fade he gets popped up like sum xans
500 on my j’s ion really fuck with vans
Shoutout to my nigga Daniel man he really out here trappin
Now these bitches on my dick cause they seen a nigga rappin
All fax on my songs u wont every catch me cappin
Always keep it for my safety u wont ever catch me lackin
Aint no rat but i am all about my cheese
Got yo bitch on my dick got yo bitch on her knees
Big bullets in the clip they will make a nigga freeze
Prolly got a glock but ik u aint gon squeeze
You dont really want no smoke its a messy murder scene
All gang full of shooters dont be fucking with the team
Either with us or against us aint no playing in between
We pulling up a skit after sipping on dat lean
See me up in person better keep that same energy
Getting all this money give a fuck about my enemy
Really in the streets i aint talkin bout sesame
Burning on dat gas and sipping on dat henessy
Told not to trust i learned the way
Lotta niggas on my ass so i b prayin everyday
Lotta niggas want me dead so i gotta keep a kay
AK-47 and ill really let it spray
If it aint bout money ion wanna conversate
I make music for the streets all my niggas can relate
All this shit that i bren thru man i turned into a demon
Man ill shoot a nigga up and ill do it for no reason
Getting all this money give a fuck about the clout
Speakin on my name but yo pockets inna drout
Big glock on my waste it aint shit to pack you out
Tryna run up u gon see what im about
Claiming u want beef lil nigga sound goofy
Chasin all this money why you suckas chasing pussy
Claiming u a thug but u hanging with some nerds
Lil nigga do a move i aint trippin of no words
Da good die young so im praying i get older
Always keep it on me cause this world getting colder
Play yo cards rite i aint talkin bout no poker
All the shit that i been theu man i turned into a stoner
Im runnin for this money like a mf race
Yeh u kno i did the race and i came in first place
Its a messy murder scene but i aint leaving on no trace
I aint leaving on no trace cant afford to catch a case
Im runnin for this money like a mf race
Yeh u kno i did the race and i came in first place
Its a messy murder scene but i aint leaving on no trace
I aint leaving on no trace cant afford to catch a case
Onna gang lil nigga
Back at it again
All 2k19 we balling out in this bitch
Ha

Written by:
diego alamilla

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