I Aint Famous lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Yuh

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Walked up in this b*tch like I ain't famous (I ain't famous)
Walked up in this b*tch, this be my gun my sh*t ain't aimless (Bah)
If you hangin' with my opps then my bullets nameless (Bah)
If you hangin' wit' them guys put you on a hanger (Yeah)
Rapper or singer all my songs them b*tches bangers (Bangers)
My b*tch slim in her hips, but her lips Topanga (Yeah)
Standin' on my money n*gga I might [?] (Damn)

[Verse 1]
My b*tch from the ghetto watch how all you n*ggas change her (Yeah)
She scream, "Get that paper!"
Leg her while I rearrange her (Yeah)
She the reason why it's not a lot of Alligators (Yeah)
Birkin, Himalayan, Crocodile f*ck up my savings (Money)
You the definition of a motherf*ckin' hater
n*ggas pus*y, they get stepped on like a beta (Damn)
Man I went up in my price, b*tch this up the wager (Yeah)
My money outta this world, my sh*t stuck on craters
My sh*t stuck on them (Damn)
Your sh*t stuck on [?]
b*tch don't call my phone (Yeah)
Please just hit my pager (Yeah)
Do that all night long (Aye)
Shake just like a taser (Aye)
Diamonds Fruity Pebbles, I got different flavors (Damn)
I got blue, yellow, green diamonds, Power Rangers (Yeah)
I done f*cked a n*gga main b*tch outta anger
Yeah, outta anger, n*gga, you can't tame her (Uh uh)
My n*ggas be knocking squares down like it's Jenga (Damn)
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Walked up in this b*tch like I ain't famous (I ain't famous)
Walked up in this b*tch, this be my gun my sh*t ain't aimless (Bah)
If you hangin' with my opps then my bullets nameless (Bah)
If you hangin' wit' them guys put you on a hanger (Yeah)
Rapper or singer all my songs them b*tches bangers (Bangers)
My b*tch slim in her hips, but her lips Topanga (Yeah)
Standin' on my money n*gga I might [?] (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, uh
n*ggas [?]
Wanna be just like me, you think this swag painless?
I shine way more than you, even when I'm chainless
Pulled up in that frog coupe, my whip is so brainless
b*tch I'm on the same sh*t, but this not the same clique
Chocolate b*tch and chocolate whip, but these not the same chips
Yeah, I'm so special, lotta pressure if I text you (Yuh)
Pressure on my neck b*tch, I'm the sh*t got 20 restrooms (Yeah)
I done did it all (Yeah)
I should teach some lessons (Yeah)
[?] with the fashion (Yeah)
But my n*ggas still steppin' (Aye)
Basically, what I'm saying, I still got Glocks but it's iridescent (Aye)
Flex up diamonds, red rock, but my whip from the Jetsons (Aye)
Bad ones in my section (Aye)
I can't believe it that I made it all way from section 8
And without hating I did this sh*t on my bestest way
Ain't never check no n*gga 'bout my b*tch, better check your bae
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Walked up in this b*tch like I ain't famous (I ain't famous)
Walked up in this b*tch, this be my gun my sh*t ain't aimless (Bah)
If you hangin' with my opps then my bullets nameless (Bah)
If you hangin' wit' them guys put you on a hanger (Yeah)
Rapper or singer all my songs them b*tches bangers (Bangers)
My b*tch slim in her hips, but her lips Topanga (Yeah)
Standin' on my money n*gga I might [?] (Damn)