Famous Hoes

NLE the top shotta

I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda

Get a bitch and make her famous, next minute she block me

30 in this perc, you need to slow down on the Roxys

Got a call, my **** died, I damn near skipped a heartbeat

Lookin' for your love, but your feelings is departing

Pull up on the wrong street, you **** getting blicked out

Gun up in my hand, while I fuck her with my dick out

We was really in the trenches, thuggin' in the Choppa house

Don't you tell me that it's smoke, because you know that we gon' make it out

I don't even know which car I'ma drive

Rollie three-five, now I'm too damn high

Bitch, I'm in my zone, don't you kill my vibe

If a **** play, you know them choppas gon' ride

That micro Draco clip, it look like a banana

A **** look wrong in this bitch, we gonna blam him

A lot of choppas when we ride, raise the count up

I robbed the corner store, the gun over the counter

And I ain't gotta spin back because I know he dead

Ain't no surviving when you shoot a **** right in his head

Paramedics asking questions 'bout that boy and the meds

But they know he ain't gon' make it, so they pronounced him dead

Get a bitch and make her famous, next minute she block me

30 in this perc, you need to slow down on the Roxys

Got a call, my **** died, I damn near skipped a heartbeat

Lookin' for your love, but your feelings is departing

Pull up on the wrong street, you **** getting blicked out

Gun up in my hand, while I fuck her with my dick out

We was really in the trenches, thuggin' in the Choppa house

Don't you tell me that it's smoke, because you know that we gon' make it out

They gon' feel me, NLE the motherfuckin'

NLE the top shotta, yeah

Pull up on the wrong street, you **** getting blicked out

Gun up in my hand, while I fuck her with my dick out

We was really in the trenches, thuggin' in the Choppa house

Don't you tell me that it's smoke, because you know that we gon' make it out