FAMOUS GIRLS (feat. Logan Mackay)

Man, fuck, she's always on some bullshit, man Like, fuck, bro, like I'm just tryna record

the fuckin' song, she keep blowin' up my phone Yeah, I'm talkin' bout her, fuckin' Felicia

bro, she's crazy, bro, fuck Ah, whatever, bro, I'm just gettin' my shit

on D&D, bro, I don't give a fuck

Baby girl likes to go fast in the rain Diamond chains and them bling bling is her

thing Her wedding ring cannot be less than 20K

Every day she gon' claim that she's okay You don't know what you got into

But you know what you are in for Baby girl likes to go fast in the rain

Diamond chains and them bling bling is her thing

Her wedding ring cannot be less than 20K Every day she gon' claim that she's okay

You don't know what you got into But you know what you are in for

Baby, stop the lyin', keep it simple You're more complicated than a pistol

Tryna fight with you is like a missile You blow up my phone about some issues

My phone on D&D, you think I'm out there with some misses

Although they blowin' kisses Baby, you my only, so I always keep my distance

Oh, baby, why

You're materialistic Let's just be realistic

I got my pride, ego, distance And she just wants a diamond ring

She wants the finest things in life Oh, but that makes two of us

Don't know if I'm in love Or it's make-believe, make-believe

Baby girl likes to go fast in the rain Diamond chains and the bling bling is her thing

Her wedding ring cannot be less than 20K Every day she gon' claim that she's okay

Baby shine like chandelier I can change the atmosphere

Faded love, no, I can't steer her How the hell we end up here

Red carpets, got her acting heartless Departed, uncharted, yeah, I left her bombarded

She come straight from the city, now watch her get litty

I know that she miss me, she watch me 360 Drinking or sipping, she drug and pick Whitney

I know that you toxic, I'm calling you Britney She sent from hell, but whatever

Philly Shell like Mayweather But you don't know what you're getting into

I can't fuck with these girls, these girls are bitches and hoes

Back on the road again and again, man, you know how it goes

I'm out of Miami, I'm onto my game, man, I had to go ghost

Back in Columbus, them **** was shooting, that shit was no joke

Lil' shawty from Dallas, she wanna go clubbing, so fuck it, I'll do it

Then I'm back on the road again and again, man, you know how it goes

Back on the road, can't fuck with these hoes I keep a crew in a four-door with a four-four

They like, one, two, three, and four After I smoked in this war

Me and my **** on tour Spending money cause I'm bored

I got your bitch on fours Bitches on bitches on the floor

Baby girl likes to go fast and I'm Diamond chains and the, she bling, I'm dank

But when it rain, can I be less than 20k? Every day, she gon' claim that she's okay

But she's not okay, she's okay, she's not okay, yeah

But I can't move it, I don't know what to do

Now I'm making a move, not me, not me, not me, not me