head I'm all for it when I spin yo fuckin' bin Another dead nigga when I come to bust yo head [L.O.G.] I'm all for it when I spin yo fuckin' bin Another
goin' Just out here tryin' to make it (Make it) Do every thing but fake it (Fake it) Stress on my mind (Mind) It's so hard to take it I'm back on the
out of buff niggas, fakin' a flex We keep it A.O.B. All on, baby Y'all pay for puss, mayne, y'all so crazy You trick harder than the NBA And got mad when
now reminiscing and god damn it we did it From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight ways flip it in 8 days Thought that wildin unruly it
ain't know you had a ring in it too I can tell when they came, cause they start spelling my name Like F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S (oww) [Chorus]
pipe you til you get a pain in yo gut The kid'll be responsible for changin yo struck Wherever you hurt, I'ma rub it down I be ready to smack it up, flip it
to the scarf to the capital F Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh hef Better known as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S [Hook] [Fortune] It's time to seperate
ball until I fall So you'd better ball until you fall Just ball till you fall It don't stop y'all [x4] [Ending:] Capital L Capital O Capital S Capital O
It's my name and they know it The home of the go go forever will you focus (WALE) It's my name and they know it (WALE) It's my name and they know it
in the streets, all these Uzi shells dropping out Fuck with Mr. McVey, and diiiie Repping it like Southsive for live, fo' liiife I pistol grip, with motherfuckers at all
Cl'Che] Got em all asking, who could it be That Guerilla M double A-B, and C-L-C-H-E The classified lady, sho nuff Watch me shine up on the scene, make em all
lie heavenly father, why all of my real niggas gotta fight It was just like yesterday we lost DJ Screw, now B-I-G M-E double L-O Somebody feel my pain
Y'all some bi**h made ni**az and you steadily sinkin O-U-T, L-A-W-Z ain't nuttin f**kin with that We bustin back comin back for the stacks Laugh last
back I'm plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O Where sellin narcotics is all I know I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever
with the back I be the F-L-A-M-E-to the-S Ya'll ready know homie I be the best I rep the 5 all day I put it on my chest Touch my flag homie You'll get
down, roll it up, let it dry Strike my lighter, put it to the tip, then I Inhale, and let the smoke smoke fill up in my lungs Hold it for a second, blow
