Текст Ralo – Young Scooter & Ralo Speaks
Текст:
(Nard & B)
Fam Goon
You already know who the fuck this is, Young Scooter
Right now, you tuned in to that muhfuckin’ diary of the streets, nigga
I used to trap for some Michael Js (Woo)
Grabbing that pack out the microwave (Skrrt)
I get whatever I like today (Uh)
It got me feeling some type of way (Ralo)
I put my bitch in a Range Rover (Range Rover)
I used to trap in the same clothing (Uh)
Niggas be acting like they ain’t know me (Woo)
Niggas be acting like they ain’t owe me
Mama told me «Don’t ever trust ’em» (Never trust ’em)
These niggas be undercover
Hit the block and I make it double (Uh)
I’m the missing piece to the puzzle (Ralo)
Fell in love with these hoes (Uh)
I cannot fuck ’em and go (Uh-uh)
This shit is out of control (They told me let ’em go)
I get that deuce and I’m make it a 4
I take them chances ?
(Woo)
I get your bitch and I make her a ho (Uh)
All of these bitches want niggas with more (I promise)
None of this shit is not making me fold (Uh-uh)
All of this shit is not making me bold (Ralo)
I get the dope and make it explode
Go in that bowl and make it some more (
?)
Fuck whatever they said ’bout them (Woo)
She did not tell when the feds got him (Uh-uh)
These niggas switched up on everybody (I promise)
I got more money than rappers do (Rappers do)
I used to trap on the avenue (Ralo)
I fell in love with that revenue
I got a life with a better view (I got a life with a better view)
(I got a life with a better view)
I’m at the top now (I’m at the top)
These bitches can’t look down on me no more (Uh-uh)
I promise you that (Let’s do it)
(Fuck that, I’m goin’ back in) Fam Goon
I told my niggas to never switch
Never go out bad ’bout a bitch (Uh-uh)
Be real, fuck being rich
Niggas with money be counterfeiting (I promise)
All of them bitches that doubted me (Doubted me)
Gonna send me an apology (I’m sorry)
Them niggas, they wanna follow me (Uh-uh)
Now they be sayin’ shout out to me (Ralo)
Ridin’ ’round in that Hellcat (Skrrt)
Remember when we had to sell crack (Woo)
Momma got drunk off a 12 pack (Momma)
Now I got spots, where the 12 at? (12)
I got that cheese and I fell back
Tell them rats go tell that (Tell ’em)
They askin’ where Lil Terell at (Where he at?)
That lil’ nigga don’t sell jack (That lil’ nigga don’t sell jack)
That lil’ nigga don’t sell jack
Ain’t gotta sell another muhfuckin’ brick again in my muhfuckin’ life
You dig what I’m sayin’?
Ralo, Fam Goon