Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F.A.M.E., artist - Freddie Gibbs. Date of issue: 18.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
F.A.M.E. |
| Kill, kill, kill |
| Murder, murder, murder |
| Fully auto, my only motto, forever thugging |
| Chevy on 6s, them Forgiatos ain’t ever scrubbing |
| Watch honeys run through 100 bottles like it was nothing |
| We leave the club with two foreign models, her and her cousin |
| Niggas say that we the brand new thug life |
| Washing dirty money with this mic, I wish it was right |
| Tell a song, sipping Perignon, fuck a Bud Light |
| Tony said the world is yours, only if you plug right |
| My God, when they bury me, pray my casket be solid gold |
| Funeral packed with a separate section for all my hoes |
| Most niggas choose it and lose it quickly, but I was chose |
| Cook it and sell it, my mama smell it up in my clothes |
| Betyour favorite rapper get extorted for his paycheck |
| Mask on my skull, they ain’t identify my face yet |
| We sticking suckers up, I hope they sticking to the cheddar |
| You pussy niggas might be rich but you ain’t rich forever |
| And he can go hard, but I’ma go the hardest |
| Thugging from the start, don’t get a nigga started |
| Came up in the realest, I know the streets starving |
| You know we with the business, my niggas go retarded |
| When we ride |
| When we ride on our enemies |
| Never hide from our enemies |
| 'Til we ride our enemies |
| Fully loaded .45 on my enemies |
| I go, ha-ha-hard up on you motherfuckers |
| Immediately cock it back and spray one of you fucking suckers |
| You off-brand niggas get down with the punishment |
| It’s D-P-G, Dogg Pound, so who you want it with |
| Them gangbang niggas is active, capping shit in the active |
| With them old-school Tommy gun extended clip |
| I ride around the city in expensive whips |
| Should’ve known that them gangster niggas don’t trip |
| Flag swinging, me and Deep nigga, yeah we gangbanging |
| Bringing down the ashes if you niggas flaming |
| Aim for your dome, head shots, slug shots |
| Police put me throughout, 2−1 on my mugshot |
| Crazy-ass niggas, yeah we insane |
| Put the pistol in your mouth, blow out your brain |
| Bail out on eight million dollar bond |
| Soon as I hit the streets, nigga, it’s back on |
| And he can go hard, but I’ma go the hardest |
| Thugging from the start, don’t get a nigga started |
| Came up in the realest, I know the streets starving |
| You know we with the business, my niggas go retarded |
| When we ride |
| When we ride on our enemies |
| Never hide from our enemies |
| 'Til we ride our enemies |
| Fully loaded .45 on my enemies |
| When I finger fuck my .45 |
| I hit a nigga right between his eyes |
| Pull out the heat, make him dance, and do the dougie |
| Before I blow the back of his shit out, it can get ugly |
| Yes, y’all, I put his cherry pie on the wall |
| When I ride on my enemies, niggas know it’s uncut and raw |
| Mr. Bossalini, you can try to stand guard |
| But niggas like me be going Taliban hard |
| I spit grenades and piss bullets |
| Eat a bitch nigga for breakfast when I aim and pull it |
| Doing wonders for this bread, I Pillsbury these motherfuckers |
| When his doughboy die with the heat, I carry in my clutches |
| I’m a natural born rider, like my nigga Freddie Gibbs |
| Steady going hard and riding with steady clips |
| I been thugging from the beginning, you niggas soft as linen |
| I wear my black Jordans to match with my MAC-10 |
| And he can go hard, but I’ma go the hardest |
| Thugging from the start, don’t get a nigga started |
| Came up in the realest, I know the streets starving |
| You know we with the business, my niggas go retarded |
| When we ride |
| When we ride on our enemies |
| Never hide from our enemies |
| 'Til we ride our enemies |
| Fully loaded .45 on my enemies |