[Intro: G$ Lil Ronnie]
Ayy, ayy, skrrt, Chapo, ayy
Gang gang gang gang gang
It's YL On Dem 808's
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: G$ Lil Ronnie]
HoodFame Gang, that's the motherfuckin' campaign
We ain't duckin' opps, we duckin' 12 and we makin' stains
Pockets full of thunchos, so a n***a can't complain
Know the Chapo what we bring, make 'em sing like Eddie Kane
I been stashin' cases of that red, I can't sell a pint
Trappin' 'til I'm trapped off in the feds, fuck what n***as think
These n***as say they want me dead, I look at it like it's a prank
And we don't fuck with what's they name, we really get Ben Franks

[Verse 1: G$ Lil Ronnie]
These n***as reppin' like they gangster but we know they really ain't
We in your city every week, we goin' where you n***as can't
We fuckin' on you n***as' bitches, servin' your big homie drank
We catch you slippin', hit you n***a, wet your shit like it was paint
So much moolah on me, got me lookin' like I hit a bank
Big old thooka on me, it'll split you, it came with a shank
I send some shots, some bodies drop, it look like he was tryna play
It ain't no point of havin' no scope, we gon' shoot you point blank
These n***as say they gang gang gang gang gang, but we not the same
I had some squares all in my circle, had to rearrange
Done blew so much on pints of that purple, could've bought a Range
Done bought my lil' bitch everything, everything but wedding ring
Try reaching for my piece of chain, we gon' get a piece of brain
Put dick all in your piece of game, tip her, let her keep the change
The gang gettin' hotter by the day so we keep the flame
You can speak up on a lot of shit but n***a don't speak on the Fame
[Chorus: G$ Lil Ronnie]
HoodFame Gang, that's the motherfuckin' campaign
We ain't duckin' opps, we duckin' 12 and we makin' stains
Pockets full of thunchos, so a n***a can't complain
Know the Chapo what we bring, make 'em sing like Eddie Kane
I been stashin' cases of that red, I can't sell a pint
Trappin' 'til I'm trapped off in the feds, fuck what n***as think
These n***as say they want me dead, I look at it like it's a prank
And we don't fuck with what's they name, we really get Ben Franks

[Verse 2: Go Yayo]
HoodFame Gang, young n***as down for the stain
Pussy rap n***a say my name, now we takin' aim
N***as dyin' every day, police don't know who to blame
Lot of n***as hollerin' gang gang but we not the same
We don't do no talkin', we pull up like a jump shot
Pop up with the chopper, make a pussy n***a hopscotch
Ride around with Suge and you know we got that Glock popped
Draco hit your roof, we turn your Charger to a drop-top
Pop pop, we don't play with snitches, boy we pop cops
Good drop, cookin' up that dope until that work lock
Dead man, hood rich in my swisher, boy we smoke opps
N***a smoked your partner, you ain't do shit, boy you ought to die
Zayven did five is a n***a who did it high
If we catch him then we slidin'
He forgot, we gon' remind him
My youngins on that dumb shit
They'll hit you for some diamonds
We stack bodies like they binders
Say the word, they gon' come find you, gang gang
[Chorus: G$ Lil Ronnie]
HoodFame Gang, that's the motherfuckin' campaign
We ain't duckin' opps, we duckin' 12 and we makin' stains
Pockets full of thunchos, so a n***a can't complain
Know the Chapo what we bring, make 'em sing like Eddie Kane
I been stashin' cases of that red, I can't sell a pint
Trappin' 'til I'm trapped off in the feds, fuck what n***as think
These n***as say they want me dead, I look at it like it's a prank
And we don't fuck with what's they name, we really get Ben Franks