Hood Famous lyrics

[Verse 1]
n*ggas think I’m famous
Cause I’m getting rap money up the anus
I’m Andy Warhol for the raps
But I don’t do no painting
Just got the [?], nickname Satan
Grind like Tony Hawk, thumbing through the checks
But no skating
Everybody talking bout cashing out, n*ggas be faking
I turn your block to a murder scene, Wes Craven
You was on the porch, we was on the pavement
You had a juice, now you dried up now, n*gga you a raisin

[Hook x2]
Hood famous
All these b*tches on my di*k, n*gga we hood famous
Trapping hard and hitting licks, b*tch we hood famous
Ride the plug and took his bricks, so now we hood famous
Can’t leave the house without my stick, n*gga

[Verse 2]
Hood famous, now [?] b*tch [?]
Posted in the trap, 2 9 double 0
Got my hammer and my strap, my b*tch got a MAC
[?] got the pistol, tell my young c*ck it back
Really out sh*t with a really out b*tch
She don’t talk no sh*t, she don’t give me no lip
Bout to cop a chopper just to shoot a n*gga’s block up
Hope the feds don’t catch me like they did a n*gga Tip
[Hook x2]
Hood famous
All these b*tches on my di*k, n*gga we hood famous
Trapping hard and hitting licks, b*tch we hood famous
Ride the plug and took his bricks, so now we hood famous
Can’t leave the house without my stick, n*gga