Fame (feat. Della Kinetic)

Fame

Splash, splatter at the mad rappers

Spillin' liquor, got a bad habit

Put your money back, son

I'd rather shat a little whack dreams

And your chitter chatter really isn't matterin'

The couple dougies, cook her, fuck her up and put them on a platter

Fuckin' Jay, you della, son is small and fatter

I be lanky taller, and we ballin' passing

Rhythm off with a bat

Lot of motherfuckers all talk on the track

This apocalypse, rap smash, they all whack

Put them off the map, we laugh on

Let the bottles crack, I let them swallow sack

While I swallow the jack, I'm a little pass my limit

I'm hollerin' madness in the whip mashin'

Hundred five on the dash, cut the grass low

Finna kill her snake ass

Fame, get that money so it ain't a problem

And the bitches holler for the fame

Double you cup, what, get your buzz up

You know that you buggin' for fame

This what they want right?

This what they want right?

Give them that raw life, fame

Give them that raw life, fame

But that's tell them all

Level headed, never fallen from grace

Fame, never fallen from grace

Swallow truth and spit it back in they face

Fame, spit it back in they face

Level headed, never fallen from grace

Fame, never fallen from grace

Swallow truth and spit it back in they face

Fame, spit it back in they face

Fuck with this

I'm in the club and they bump my shit

You bitch love my hits

Chillin' feelin' jiggy with a bittie, you talkin' 'bout gettin' greedy

Never showin' opposition any pity

I ain't talkin' a lot, but you know I'm runnin' the city

I ain't one to attack, you know that my clique is with me

Back of the 'lac, we rollin' some of that sticky weed, a bomb

Throwin' hunnids and fifties there ain't no takin' it with me when I'm gone

Yes, this cinema vision is comin' strong

Sweater weather whippin' the Benz, I think not

Came a long way from the hallway

Get it how I live it, I'm driven to kill it always

All day, we ain't never takin' off days

Get the money while the song plays

A Minaj puts a couple of broads, I call that foreplay

Ridin' like a saddle, no Cadillac on a horseplay

Fame, get that money so it ain't a problem

And the bitches holler for the fame

Double you cup, what, get your buzz up

You know that you buggin' for fame

This what they want right?

This what they want right?

Give them that raw life, fame

Give them that raw life, fame

But that's tell them all

Level headed, never fallen from grace

Fame, never fallen from grace

Swallow truth and spit it back in they face

Fame, spit it back in they face

Level headed, never fallen from grace

Fame, never fallen from grace

Swallow truth and spit it back in they face

Fame, spit it back in they face