YVNG JOHNSON - Famous Lyrics

Yeah, when it comes to that motherf*ckin' money, you know that Y.J. want a bunch, yeah
I've been killin' these motherf*ckin' Beats when I kill em I cook em up for lunch, yeah
No, I don't like a little, I get to the zone, what the f*ck, is a punt, yeah
I don't get in my feelings or cry bout a bitch, I just spark up a blunt, errrrrr
Big body movin', It slide on the highway, f*ck out the way
Whip, slide like a drag race, I chase a bag 140 in the broad day
Turn up the music, might crash like BK, bitch, I'm a whole nother breed
I kill every track to the third degree, yeah
She see I get numbers and now that lil' shawty gon' hop on her knees, yeah
Can't hit a bop-bop, need me a bad bitch
She give the gawk gawk damn I might buss quick
She on my cock-cock, she finger lickin, damn she made the spot hot
Shawty be trippin', I can't lose my life bout a bitch
Make sure he dead, no 626
Can't reboot in that real life, 5-5-6, you can see what it feel like
Die by him?, he ain't like that in real life
There he go, aye there he go, there he go
These niggas just cap on the net,
Cause I know that they really pretend, yeah
These niggas been riggin the sco'
Ain't no wonder these niggas gon' win, yeah
You buy your clout, you a bitch
You say you got motion, you pay for that shit, yeah
No wonder you sick
Don't pay for your clout and you don't get a click, uh
These niggas just forced to hear your shit
You ain't lit, uh
I keep it real, I'm movin' slow, but I'm gon' get, uh
Famous
Uh, yeah
Yeah, when it comes to that motherf*ckin' money, you know that Y.J. want a bunch, yeah
I've been killin' these motherf*ckin' Beats when I kill em I cook em up for lunch, yeah
No, I don't like a little, I get to the zone, what the f*ck, is a punt, yeah
I don't get in my feelings or cry bout a bitch, I just spark up a blunt, eerrrrrrr
Big body movin', It slide on the highway, f*ck out the way
Whip, slide like a drag race, I chase a bag 140 in the broad day
Turn up the music, might crash like BK, bitch, I'm a whole nother breed
I kill every track to the third degree, yeah
She see I get numbers and now that lil' shawty gon' hop on her knees, yeah
Can't hit a bop-bop, need me a bad bitch
She give the gawk gawk damn I might buss quick
She on my cock-cock, she finger lickin, damn she made the spot hot
Shawty be trippin', I can't lose my life bout a bitch
Make sure he dead, no 626
Uh huh
Know Y.J. too lit
Bein' blackballed, that ain't shit, yeah
Cause I got infinite ammo
One day I'm gon' hit this Shlighte