(Verse): Y2
On FAMN
We ain’t Saudi but we tryna tally band
Say they love you just to come up that’s a scam
You can trust em by the way they treat they FAMN
Only couple n***as that I call the Homies
Shit was calculated n***as counted on me
Ones that say that they the realest be the phony
Too much money to be made we never lonely
Any n***a any bitch that disrespect
Never loved us that’s why yo dumb ass in the back
You a stand up show man you hoes make me laugh
Smart circle you a swear go wear some plaid
Gotta a hunnid haters tryna feel me out
I don’t smoke but got some smoke that’s really loud
I don’t never post location cover mouth
I don’t fuck witchoo then ain’t no see you around
Bitch ain’t doing shit go run a lap
Like a dress code n***a no cap
Skinny n***a but these pockets getting fat
Any bitch that say she loyal fuck that
That’s only FAMN
Yeah
Bitch keep that same energy
But fuck that
Sleeping with the enemy I talk that
Shit I give no fucks bout how you feel
Diamonds In my wrist the only thing know how to chill
Why these new n***as don’t know the code
Why these n***as lost in the sauce Alfredo
Pull up to yo block then knock it off that’s LEGO
Got this bitch on knees feel like I’m God drop a rose
Put that shit in valet
Never did ballet still on my toes
Bout to make a billy that’s why these hoes call me goat
Coming through your window like bruh man on fifth floor
Kill these N***as I believe in ghosts