[Intro: Young Scooter & Ralo]
(Nard & B)
Fam Goon
You already know who the fuck this is, Young Scooter
Right now, you tuned in to that muhfuckin' diary of the streets, n***a
Uh

[Verse 1: Ralo]
I used to trap for some Michael Js (Woo)
Grabbing that pack out the microwave (Skrrt)
I get whatever I like today (Uh)
It got me feeling some type of way (Ralo)
I put my bitch in a Range Rover (Range Rover)
I used to trap in the same clothing (Uh)
N***as be acting like they ain't know me (Woo)
N***as be acting like they ain't owe me
Mama told me "Don't ever trust 'em" (Never trust 'em)
These n***as be undercover
Hit the block and I make it double (Uh)
I'm the missing piece to the puzzle (Ralo)
Fell in love with these hoes (Uh)
I cannot fuck 'em and go (Uh-uh)
This shit is out of control (They told me let 'em go)
I get that deuce and I'm make it a 4
I take them chances [?] (Woo)
I get your bitch and I make her a ho (Uh)
All of these bitches want n***as with more (I promise)
None of this shit is not making me fold (Uh-uh)
All of this shit is not making me bold (Ralo)
I get the dope and make it explode
Go in that bowl and make it some more ([?])
I put my bitches in some red bottoms (Red bottoms)
Fuck whatever they said 'bout them (Woo)
She did not tell when the feds got him (Uh-uh)
These n***as switched up on everybody (I promise)
I got more money than rappers do (Rappers do)
I used to trap on the avenue (Ralo)
I fell in love with that revenue
I got a life with a better view (I got a life with a better view)
[Bridge: Ralo]
(I got a life with a better view)
I'm at the top now (I'm at the top)
These bitches can't look down on me no more (Uh-uh)
I promise you that (Let's do it)
(Fuck that, I'm goin' back in) Fam Goon

[Verse 2: Ralo]
I told my n***as to never switch
Never go out bad 'bout a bitch (Uh-uh)
Be real, fuck being rich
N***as with money be counterfeiting (I promise)
All of them bitches that doubted me (Doubted me)
Gonna send me an apology (I'm sorry)
Them n***as, they wanna follow me (Uh-uh)
Now they be sayin' shout out to me (Ralo)
Ridin' 'round in that Hellcat (Skrrt)
Remember when we had to sell crack (Woo)
Momma got drunk off a 12 pack (Momma)
Now I got spots, where the 12 at? (12)
I got that cheese and I fell back
Tell them rats go tell that (Tell 'em)
They askin' where Lil Terell at (Where he at?)
That lil' n***a don't sell jack (That lil' n***a don't sell jack)

[Outro: Ralo]
That lil' n***a don't sell jack
Ain't gotta sell another muhfuckin' brick again in my muhfuckin' life
You dig what I'm sayin'?
Ralo, Fam Goon