​famous hox lyrics

[Intro: Slump6s]
(Hahaha)
Y-Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Go (Go, go)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Slump6s]
Bands, they just came in, yeah
f*ck this ho', she nameless, yeah
I forgot what her name is, yeah, yeah, yo, yo (Yo, uh, yeah)
Huh, yo' whip so outdated, yeah
I just f*cked up on this famous ho' (Just f*cked up on this famous ho')
Yeah, yeah, I'm so piped up, you can't kill my vibe
Rack's up, rack's up, get so high
Told twin, "Roll another 3.5" (Roll another 3.5)
And I know some n*ggas want me dead
I can't go for none
Don't act like you know me, yeah (Know me)
You was 'posed to be my gang, you switched up on me, yeah
I upgrade to Helmut Lang, from Abercrombie, yeah
Had to switch the swag to some sh*t they can't copy, yeah
This a SRT, yeah-yeah, okay, this sh*t take off like rocket, yeah
Life get hard, I know that, yeah, yeah, but you know I always got you, yeah
Stay with my Zoe's, like Kodak
b*tch, I flex Hulk Hogan
This bih' want touch on my racks, yeah
Loyalty, you never showed that
[Verse 2: tana]
Stick on me, yeah, I got it (Bop)
I'm in the sky, geekin' up with the pilot
I cut that ho off, she ain't on none (Flatt)
I need a fat butt b*tch with the bun's
n*gga get clapped up, he tryna run
b*tches get smacked, lil' n*gga, for fun
XD-45, make his ass run
Sh-She suck me up 'til I c*m
He try rob me, he think I'm dumb
He play with me, get his ass slumped
VETEMENTS boot's, get your ass stumped
In a high-rise BnB, with Slump
Walk down gang, totin' that pump
If I pass the fye, you better dump
These n*gga lame, these n*gga punks
n*ggas not gang, no, they ain't f*ckin' with us
Same gang, only n*ggas I trust
Free bro out the chain, gang, he gon' light his ass up
They said that I died, "RIP the GOAT"
Yeah, he tried the gang, so we pull out fye
Shot him five times, now his ass floatin'
I'm havin' drugs, money, and some mo' sh*t
Shot to the butt, that n*gga like, "Oh sh*t"
Mud, n*gga, that's my potion
We been number one, n*gga don't know sh*t
[Verse 3: Slump6s]
I do this sh*t, I been a vet
Oh yeah, that n*gga pus*y, leave him stretched
The day that I die it's, "RIP, the best"
The day that he slide, it's ARP to chest
This bih' in my phone like, "Are we together?"
Walk down on gang, we leave him under weather
I got yo' drop, b-b*tch, let me not
I f*cked yo' ho, slop, slop, slop, slop
Beat from the back, she said, "Stop, stop, stop, stop" (Hrr)
Yo' money short, ta, ta, ta, ta
b*tch, I’m wit' the gang, at the top
So many n*ggas, done came for my spot
Rick Owen, in the rain, n*gga, I won't change on my gang, no
Couple M's to my name, he think I'm a stain, but I can't go (b*tch)