Feed the Fam Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Get my money to the point where I can really brag

Don't ask my why I do this shit, I'm trying to feed the fam'

And you can put these shoes on, won't even understand

What the fuck it really take to be your own man

And bro told me,"don't trip on shit you never had"

But I done gave my heart away, wish I could take it back

Seventeen with a Glock, and I'm like, "give me that"

And they can do all that talkin', but I ain't hearing that

I keep that shit attached

Everybody sticked up, ridin' with a glizzy on 'em

It ain't shit to get you touched, fuck it put a bitty on 'em

Fire to his face nigga, some just like Benihana

And if throw that bag at 'em, guarantee they put you under

Six feet, she fuck with me, she fall in love, then she gon' miss me

Three steppers get you done, I'm talkin' bout six feet

Do the math on it

Three steppers, two feet, do the math on it

Yeah, it's too much on my mind, but I don't really like to talk

If you don't got it, then I got you, you my brother, that shit law

And I done cut some niggas off, the shit they was doing, that shit was flaw

And don't approach me on no fuck shit, Imma' have to knock you off

I know it's fucking up my brain, but this shit hard for me to stop

I get to shootin' at his top, it's gon' be hard for me to stop

Dj Khaled, all we do is win, we don't take a loss

300 blackout, shoot a bitch nigga out his crocs, nah for real

Yeah that's just how it goes

I call him twin, we got the same Glock, we fuck the same hoes

That's just how it goes

I call him twin, we got the same Glock, we fuck the same hoes, nah for real