Cardo - F.A.M.E. lyrics

[Intro x4] k**, k**, k** Murder, murder, murder [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] 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 n***as say that we the brand new thug life Washing dirty money with this mic, I wish it was right Tell a song, sipping Perignon, f** 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 n***as choose it and lose it quickly, but I was chose Cook it and sell it, my mama smell it up in my clothes Bet your favorite rapper get extorted for his paycheck Mask on my skull, they ain't identify my face yet We sticking s**ers up, I hope they sticking to the cheddar You p**y n***as might be rich but you ain't rich forever [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] And he can go hard, but I'ma go the hardest Thugging from the start, don't get a n***a started Came up in the realest, I know the streets starving You know we with the business, my n***as 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 [Verse 2: Daz Dillinger] I go, ha-ha-hard up on you motherf**ers Immediately co*k it back and spray one of you f**ing s**ers You off-brand n***as get down with the punishment It's D-P-G, Dogg Pound, so who you want it with Them g**n n***as is active, capping sh** 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 n***as don't trip Flag swinging, me and Deep n***a, yeah we g**ning Bringing down the ashes if you n***as flaming Aim for your dome, head shots, slug shots Police put me throughout, 2-1 on my mugshot Crazy-a** n***as, 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, n***a, it's back on [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] [Verse 3: Spice 1] When I finger f** my .45 I hit a n***a right between his eyes Pull out the heat, make him dance, and do the dougie Before I blow the back of his sh** out, it can get ugly Yes, y'all, I put his cherry pie on the wall When I ride on my enemies, n***as know it's uncut and raw Mr. Bossalini, you can try to stand guard But n***as like me be going Taliban hard I spit grenades and piss bullets Eat a b**h n***a for breakfast when I aim and pull it Doing wonders for this bread, I Pillsbury these motherf**ers When his doughboy die with the heat , I carry in my clutches I'm a natural born rider, like my n***a Freddie Gibbs Steady going hard and riding with steady clips I been thugging from the beginning, you n***as soft as linen I wear my black Jordans to match with my MAC-10 [Hook: Freddie Gibbs]