Famous Lyrics

I'll be on this shit 'till I'm famous

'Till I'm in the top ten of everyone's playlist

When I put my mind to something I am dangerous

I don't need a gun to make a motherfucker pay us

Y'all rapping like

"Finger on the trigger then it's bang bang

Riding around the city with my bro's gucci gang gang"

Whatchu saying my g, you're no bad man

You can get slapped around the face by my backhand

You ain't no gangster, you're a bitch tho

You and your clowns be a shitshow

Imma break it down for you, Imma keep it simple

I may be a skinny white boy, still Imma make it big hoe

Coming with that sick flow, I don't need no gold chain

Might die at 27 like I'm Cobain

For now I'm just smoking on this propane

And I won't ever listen to a no name, okay?

How're you gonna throw shade to a fucking god

I'm feeling like celestial, fucker you are not

Like me, my g, I am extraterrestrial

Straight out of space, escaping with my pod

I'm reaching for the stars

In my right hand a blunt, in the left a cigar

Who said stonerboys ain't making it far?

When I'm at the top you can go kiss my arse

So I don't give a damn what your offer is

It's all for this

If I quit it's all for shit

I couldn't care less, got no pot to piss

But I'm used to going through deep waters bitch

Now I'm working on this shit, 'till I'm motherfucking A-list

Bitches like you don't even know the basics

Like ABC's I could do all this brainless

Now I'm on this shit 'till I'm motherfucking famous

I'll be on this shit 'till I'm famous

'Till I'm in the top ten of everyone's playlist

When I put my mind to something I am dangerous

I don't need a gun to make a motherfucker pay us

Y'all rapping like

"Finger on the trigger then it's bang bang

Riding around the city with my bro's gucci gang gang"

Whatchu saying my g, you're no bad man

You can get slapped around the face by my backhand