Fattmack Famous Hoes Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Fatt, Fatt

[Chorus]
I don't really f*ck with no famous hoes 'cause the famous hoes be the lamest hoes
I'm with the same bros at the same los, still go and post up and the same store
f*ck nigga know where we at, if you blow, we shoot back, I be waitin' on these niggas to say that it's smoke
I come put this belt on your ass and the switchy attached to the Drac' in a Louis V raincoat
Nigga, I love these bands and bitches that do what I say so and Dracos
You never ask me for shit, so I give you way more than a fake ho that stay holdin' hеr hand out
Shoot back to my old town, I don't want you around, nigga, you know you fanned out
Nigga, you know I only let gang 'round and you only know me on thе 'Gram now

[Verse]
Got a family to feed, I can't let 'em down
Can't let not one of these niggas take me out
If they missin', we spin, we come back around
If they hit you and kill you, I'll pay 'em out
It was just the other days I done made like an eighty-ball
I got bills to be paid, I can't play at all
Bitch, you lied to my face, that ain't fair at all
When I cried in your face, you ain't care at all
Who the f*ck pick me up when I'm feelin' down?
If I ever up Gen, shells hittin' the ground
f*ck the opps, swear to God we gon' kill 'em all
Sittin' back, smokin' a blunt with my sister La Probably talkin' 'bout my fine-ass baby mama
She the only one know how to piss me off
I get high, turn my mind and my feelings off
I'm gon' stay on this grind 'til I f*ckin' die
I'm gon' shine like the sky 'til I f*ckin' die
Swear to God I'll be high 'til I f*ckin' die
I hope you know that you mine 'til we f*ckin' die
Bitch, I really love you to death, you can say I'm obsessed
I ain't tryna do nothin' without you
I'ma starve if I gotta eat lunch without you
I'm not drivin' if I gotta ride without you
Hide your face so nobody know nothin' about you

[Chorus]
I don't really f*ck with no famous hoes 'cause the famous hoes be the lamest hoes
I'm with the same bros at the same los, still go and post up and the same store
f*ck nigga know where we at, if you blow, we shoot back, I be waitin' on these niggas to say that it's smoke
I come put this belt on your ass and the switchy attached to the Drac' in a Louis V raincoat
Nigga, I love these bands and bitches that do what I say so and Dracos
You never ask me for shit, so I give you way more than a fake ho that stay holdin' her hand out
When I shoot back to my old town, I don't want you around, nigga, you know you fanned out
Nigga, you know I only let gang 'round and you only know me on the 'Gram now