[Intro: Go Yayo]
Skrt, skrt
Hood Fame, Hood Fame
Hood Fame, Hood Fame gang
Yayo, Go Yayo
Hood Fame
Power up

[Chorus: Go Yayo]
Me (Who you?), million dollar n***a
Two-hundred on the dash, that's a 'Rari
You (Who he?), lame ass fuck n***a broke
Damn, bae, so sorry
My n***a (What y'all do?), ridin' 'round foreign
Goin' tourin' with that yopper on the hundred (Bo-bo-boom)
Your n***a (Who that?), they just talkin' paper
Pop up (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop), and I ain't stuntin'

[Verse 1: Go Yayo]
Who you? Youngin', trap house jumpin'
Can't tell me nothin', nah, nah, nah
We ain't really with that bumpin'
Pull up on a n***a and we dumpin'
Chopper start drummin', have his ass runnin'
Leave him stankin' like some onions
Leave a n***a in a bodybag (Dammit, man)
Big Bank Hank, hit a lick for a lot of cash
I'm just lookin' for a freak (scando)
Real bad bitch eat dick with a lot of ass
Been trappin' for days (Trap)
Free Montana, let my boy out the cage (Free my boy)
Hop out with them K's (Brrrt, baow)
Hit your safe and irk off in a Wraith
Trappin' is a hobby
Go get a room, trap right out the lobby
Bend her over, hit her with the Bobby
Get the toppy and it better be sloppy
She say I got stamina
You n***as are amateur
That thooker'll damage you
You n***as so pussy, my youngins'll handle you
[Chorus: Go Yayo]
Me (Who you?), million dollar n***a
Two-hundred on the dash, that's a 'Rari
You (Who he?), lame ass fuck n***a broke
Damn, bae, so sorry
My n***a (What y'all do?), ridin' 'round foreign
Goin' tourin' with that yopper on the hundred (Bo-bo-boom)
Your n***a (Who that?), they just talkin' paper
Pop up (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop), and I ain't stuntin'

[Verse 2: MO3]
Pull up on 'em like it ain't nothin'
Chain bump, bitch, I'm double O-seven with that Eagle on me
Block boy, hot boy 'cause that heater on me
Bitch, I'm lethal, my hitters put regals on E
Get knocked out your sneakers, don't be where I be
Send them creatures'll get you, my G's gotta eat
Yop thirty-thirty put a n***a head by his seat
We do 'em dirty then leave like a G
I can really tell 'em meet me in the slums (Afghanistan)
Servin' junkies in the motherfuckin' front (Gangland)
I can't leave my house without my motherfuckin' gun (Brrt, bow)
Bitch, I want my dollars, every motherfuckin' one (Yeah)
Bitch, I want a check, take off on a jet
All my young n***as count up scrap (Yeah), we in the 'jects
Pussy n***a wanna show out and flex then I take off his neck
Bad bitches wanna give me they throat and I tell 'em, "What's next after that?"
[Chorus: Go Yayo]
Me (Who you?), million dollar n***a
Two-hundred on the dash, that's a 'Rari
You (Who he?), lame ass fuck n***a broke
Damn, bae, so sorry
My n***a (What y'all do?), ridin' 'round foreign
Goin' tourin' with that yopper on the hundred (Bo-bo-boom)
Your n***a (Who that?), they just talkin' paper
Pop up (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop), and I ain't stuntin' (Hood Fame, Hood Fame)

[Verse 3: Go Yayo]
You pussy, n***a, boy, you know you a bitch
Trappin', rappin', bitch, I'm tryna get rich
Young stiff n***a, I ain't never gon' snitch
DSG, I ain't ever gon' switch
Trap god, turn a nick to a brick
Finesse the plug, now he sick
So you mean to be tellin' me
You snitched in a hour on the state just felony?
N***a, fuck you was thinkin'?
'Cause I slap your sister, now you talkin' bout' X-in' me?
N***a, everybody know me
Snitched on Cross, how the fuck you a OG?
Sippin' lean by the PT
Free T Slick, free Lili
Realest in the room, Go Yayo got that boom
I'm chillin' with another n***a bitch and she gon' eat me like some shrooms
Try me it's a murder scene
Hood Fame youngin, you heard of me
N***as coppin', that's perjury
The chopper dissect him like surgery
[Chorus: Go Yayo]
Me (Who you?), million dollar n***a
Two-hundred on the dash, that's a 'Rari
You (Who he?), lame ass fuck n***a broke
Damn, bae, so sorry
My n***a (What y'all do?), ridin' 'round foreign
Goin' tourin' with that yopper on the hundred (Bo-bo-boom)
Your n***a (Who that?), they just talkin' paper
Pop up (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop), and I ain't stuntin' (Hood Fame, Hood Fame)