[Skr Skr
Hood Fame Gang]

[Verse 1]
All o that fucc shit you talkin
I'm with it, I'm with it, I'm with it
Some n***a got jacced, and they think that I hit it
You think that I did it, [Then fucc I did it]
You think that I said it, then fucc it I said it
My young n***as strapped and they ready
Big o' thooka it's so heavy
Fucc with the gang it deadly
Y'all pussies came with machetes
Sippin' on tec outta Yeti
Pop up in the H like where is the red at?
Pop up on yo bitch
I ain't tryna fucc I'm really tryna see where her head at
N***as say that they gon' kill me
Then why they ain't did it, then why I ain't dead yet?
Sold so much dope at the store
They lookin' like damn he ain't stuck in the Feds yet?
[?] keep asking, "Boy, what's in yo cup it's so muddy
Half a pint of Hi-tec, no sudafed
I trap that white like some wonderbread
Hood Fame youngin' at the top like a overhead
So many shootas I shoulda been dead
Sold so much dope that I shoulda went fed
Came a long way from locked up eating [?]
Riding 'round sitting with a pint of red
N***a playing we gon' hit 'em with a infrared
Big o' thooka, please don't start with me
Young and stupid, you don't really want start with me
Pop up, kicc yo door, lil bitch, it's a robbery
Big ol' thooka ain't no harming me
Hood Fame Gang Bitch we a Army
Percocets, it leave my trap, its a pharmacy
Young n***a shit got yo bitch in the car with me
I was sixteen I finessin' everyone
[?] but I sold his ass sheetrocc
Serve a n***a take it bacc, how I rerocc
Young n***a blizzy I can [?] on [?]
Young n***a in yo ho pocket like [?]
Want a young n***a like me and I see why
Bitch sending raccs and the ho couldn't deny
Took a whole day of profit, blew it at [?]
Say Yayo be trippin but he got the city on fire
On go and they askin' me why
'Cause most these rappers from my city
They rappin a lie, these n***as pussy can't deny
They sell in stores, I won't buy
Don't apply, let it fly
All you pussies do is cry
Pop up hit his ass with fire
Big ol' thooka send 'em right to the sky
N***a plot on my demise
Hate on the gang because we on the rise
I look at that n***a, see hate in his eyes
That fucc n***a play, that n***a gon' die
That fucc n***a play, them bullets gon' fly
Draco bullets at his neck like a tie
Ain't no robbin, ayo bitch you can try
When that thooka hit you, n***a, don't look surprised
(Bitch)