Famous Dex lyrics

[Verse 1: Xhris2Eazy]
(Go, go, go)
(Go, go, go)
(Move, move, move)
There ain’t nothing left for me (Woah, what)
Smoking gas and I had an epiphany (Uh, what)
Hoes on my di*k it don’t make me happy
Just living life why you gettin at me (Uh, what)
I do what he can’t I know he salty
Do what I want and you cannot fault me (Uh, what)
Hittin his face like a one-two, uh
[?] your uncle, uh
Pull out a belt like your uncle, uh
Hittin his head with a big-ass buckle
If you on my team don’t cause me trouble
Ain’t with the movement, meet this knuckle
Smoking on gas while I’m on the shuttle (On the shuttle)
b*tch I was born with a curse
I don’t feel sh*t imma eat the Earth
I was born with thе drip I was born with hurt
I was offa the drink I need to flirt
Don’t care bout your boyfriend that boy a nеrd
She came thru the crib tryna take my shirt
b*tch got French tips with a Gucci purse
Every day I feel like imma beat the hearse
Got demons they watchin I move intact
I was broke I was lame I ain’t throwin back
Her titties be bouncin like jumping jacks
That boy way sweeter than Apple Jacks
I smoke more gas than Famous Dex
I’m really [?]
Imma catch me a plane might fly out to Budapest (Fly out to Budapest)
I feel like a vet I ain’t new to this, uh
[?]
Wanna hit from the back I might take a flick
f*ck the b*tch good with this big-ass di*k
Vampire b*tch look like a witch
She said I could solve all your problems, Make-A-Wish
I wanted to f*ck but she smell like fish
I put on my kicks and I left the crib
Sorry shawty, I gotta dip
She got a mans? It don’t mean sh*t
That boy a pus*y, that boy a b*tch
f*ck on his mommy f*ck on his b*tch
The sh*t I be doing you can’t beat this
I cop me some gas might smoke up a zip
Push-ups in the crib I’m gettin fit
Drink a protein shake made out of drip
Drink a protein shake made out of swag (Swag)
Locked in, can't get out my bag
Hit me up so I gotta dash
pus*y got me bustin like the Flash
Jimmy Neutron, gotta blast
Back in high school I was high in class
All I do was sit back and laugh
Count my cash and smoke big gas
[Verse 2: Acid Souljah]
b*tch I’m higher than Famous Dex
Off these drugs like Famous Dex
Takin Xans takin X
Yo b*tch wanna f*ck cause she knows that I’m up next
S.E.B walkin in we flex and we finesse
I run to the checks, I run to the bag
All my haters down bad and broke, that sh*t sad
All my haters crusty as f*ck and they mad
They can’t wipe they ass, they don’t wipe they ass
Tell your b*tch come to my crib and lick my ass
I don’t give a f*ck what you say I’m countin cash
I be down in Texas and I’m smokin big gas
Xhris slid thru now we runnin to the bag
All these people wanna be like us I think it’s sad
All these people wanna be like us they got no swag
S.E.B coming up the next big thing
Your b*tch wanna f*ck cause I’m the next big thing
Blow on the table I feel like Charlie Sheen
My b*tch sniff it up now she just like Charlie Sheen
Talkin bout my zodiac, what the f*ck that mean?
You say that I’m a taurus, what the f*ck that mean?
My zodiac sign is flexing hard and countin green
My zodiac sign is stay the f*ck away from me
You ain’t makin money stay the f*ck away from me
I’m posted with my team, b*tch you know that’s S.E.B
You wanna get a verse, I ain’t doin that for free
You wanna get a verse, need to CashApp me
b*tch wanna f*ck, better CashApp me
Take me out to dinner b*tch this di*k ain’t free