Top Songs By Go Yayo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Go Yayo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyrin Peters
Composer
Lyrics
Hood fame Gang
Gang Gang
Hood Fame Gucci Gang shit ****
Know what the fuck....Gang
Rich before 21
**** ain't fuckin with the gang (No)
Yeah Hood Fame Gang Go!
Whip up the dope watch the junkies come eat it up
Catch us outback and we up and them heaters up
We got that clat that you fuck **** reaching for
You can talk loud but we know that you weak as fuck
All bark no bite ass ****
Pull up and lets fight ass ****
Hop out with choppas my young **** monsters you playing you gone lose your life ass ****
I'm still in the trap almost everyday
I'm flexing look like I just made a play
You roaching ass **** just in the way
AC get em hit for a brick of ye
OT 93 smoke a zip a day
You **** broke or in a different way
Unloyal ass **** don't get a play
I'm starving ass **** that's your mistake
Toot my guap tho while these lil **** hate on me
But I keep that K on me
Whippin up weight kitchen look like a bakery
These rap **** make believe
Gorillas on me these lil **** can't hang with me when its war you ain't gone stain with me
You **** pussy ain't the same as me
Your favorite rapper cap he lame to me
That murder you talking no thang to me
I'm still with the same **** came with me
My young **** blow out your brain for me
I say go and he cock back and aim for me
Most of these rappers is fans of me
A lot of these rappers'll run from me
Come and get yo then we come get your family
I thought you was gangsta lil **** you scared of me
You ain't got no strap boy I thought you was thuggin
Ain't got no stack boy I thought you was hustlin
Catch him in public he hit if he clutchin
These **** ain't gangsta these **** be bluffin
Most of these rappers be fearin me
They bitches be tryna get near to me
Big old thooka for security
I got my shooter right here with me
Lil **** play and get knocked for some jewelry
Lil **** got big bucks now
Rollie watch bust down
I be running plays **** touchdown
Hood Fame ballin like the Bucks now
Used to be low lil **** but we up now yeah
He gone get put on a sheet
He think its sweet, call CJ he come and delete
Hood Fame Gang we run the streets
Choppa lieutenant Go Yayo commander in chief
Toot my guap tho while these lil **** hate on me
But I keep that K on me
Whippin up weight kitchen look like a bakery
These rap **** make believe
Gorillas on me these lil **** can't hang with me when its war you ain't gone stain with me
You **** pussy ain't the same as me
Your favorite rapper cap he lame to me
That murder you talking no thang to me
I'm still with the same **** came with me
My young **** blow out your brain for me
I say go and he cock back and aim for me
Most of these rappers is fans of me
A lot of these rappers'll run from me
Come and get yo then we come get your family
I thought you was gangsta lil **** you scared of me
Written by: Kyrin Peters
